Innocent scandal with Mr PR

Gina's POVI always thought graduation day would be the happiest day of my life. After all, becoming a student of Mount Wing—one of the most prestigious music colleges in the country—wasn't easy.The sun was high over the campus, its golden light spilling across the stage as I clutched my diploma and smiled for the cameras. Years of sleepless nights, cracked fingertips, and endless rehearsals had finally led to this moment."Best graduating student, Gina Greenwood!" the MC announced.My heart swelled with pride. I looked straight into the camera because my mother—my only family—was watching from her hospital bed. I wanted her to see that every sacrifice she made for me had been worth it.Applause filled the air as I walked up the stage to receive my award."Congratulations," the principal said, shaking my hand as he handed me the plaque.I smiled and took the microphone to give my speech. It was short—I thanked my lecturers, my friends, and, most importantly, my mother. Then, I turned

Gina's POVEthan laughed, his tone dripping with mockery."Trust me, I'd love to help. After all, it's thanks to you that I finally have the woman I love by my side. But… I don't have any money right now.""Please," I begged, my voice cracking. "I'll do anything. My mother is all I have left—she can't die."I hated him for what he'd done to me, but none of that mattered anymore. Saving my mother was all that mattered.Ethan's eyes held not a shred of sympathy. "I'll help you," he said, his voice low and cold, "if you record a video admitting that you stole Emily's work."I stared at him, speechless. "Does it even matter anymore? You've already erased every piece of evidence."He shrugged. "We both know the truth, Gina. The rest of the world doesn't. So, what will it be—your mother's life, or a five-minute confession?"His gaze was sharp and cruel, like a blade slicing through the last of my pride.I realized, too late, that I had never truly known this man. The person I loved for thre

Roland's POVI stopped in the hallway, my hand still resting on the handle. I had only come to check if the woman I hit yesterday was recovering—nothing more.A simple courtesy visit.The nurse had told me she was stable, with just minor injuries and a mild concussion. I'd already covered her medical bills and informed the hospital to contact me if there were any complications. It should have ended there.I turned to leave, but that sound—half laughter, half sob—made me hesitate.I glanced down at the file I was holding.Patient: Gina Greenwood. Age: 23.There was a photo clipped to it, taken during her admission. Even with the hospital lighting and bruises, she had a presence about her—like someone used to standing under brighter lights.I should have walked away. I told myself that twice. But my feet ignored reason, and before I knew it, I was standing inside her room.She didn't notice me at first. She sat on the bed with her phone in one hand, shoulders trembling as she laughed th

Gina’s POV I pressed accept. “Gina,” his voice came sharp, low, and full of fury. “What the hell have you done?” I stayed quiet, gripping the phone tightly. “You’ve ruined me,” he hissed. “Do you have any idea what kind of damage this has caused? Prime Entertainment’s PR team is breathing down my neck. Reporters are calling nonstop. You need to fix this—now.” “Why?” I asked in an indifferent voice. Ethan didn’t dare deny the transfer because he was afraid I’d release the evidence proving it. “Don’t push your luck. We had an agreement. You’ll go online and clarify,” he warned, his voice cold. “I didn’t post anything,” I said quietly. “It was an accident someone noticed the alert during the livestream.” “I don’t care!” he snapped. “You’ll go online, you’ll say it wasn’t me, and you’ll apologize for dragging my name into this mess.” My chest tightened. “And if I don’t?” Ethan’s tone dropped, colder now. “Then I’ll ruin you. Completely. You think you’ve seen hate? Wai

Gina’s POV I was at a loss when Roland left my hospital room. I hadn’t expected that a simple mistake would turn out to be the miracle I needed. I’d been worried ever since the doctor said my mother couldn’t handle any stressful news. Moreover, Roland had truly shocked me when he suddenly offered me a job as his personal assistant. It felt like God had opened a new path for me. After all, with a job, I could earn and continue to pay for my mum’s follow-up checkups. Although PR wasn’t my interest, I knew that given my current reputation, it was already a blessing to get this offer. Now that my uncle had kicked me out of the house, I didn’t know if he would be willing to let Mum return to the mansion. I also wasn’t sure how long I could hide the news of my fallout with my uncle’s family from her. Once she woke up, she would expect them to visit—especially my uncle, since he had always maintained a decent relationship with her. As for his wife, the two Never quite got along, but to