Chapter 235

The tension in the penthouse was so thick it could be sliced with a knife. Evelyn Sinclair stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her fingers gripping the edge of the marble countertop as she watched the city lights flicker below. The argument with Nathan Blackwood had left her drained, but she refused to back down.

"You can't just walk away from this, Evelyn," Nathan's voice was low, laced with frustration. His usually composed demeanor had cracked, revealing the storm beneath.

She turned to face him, her emerald eyes blazing. "I can, and I will. You don't get to dictate my choices anymore."

Nathan took a step forward, his jaw clenched. "This isn't just about you. The press is already circling. One wrong move, and everything we've built—"

"Everything you've built," she corrected sharply. "I never asked for any of this."

A bitter silence settled between them. The penthouse, once a symbol of their shared success, now felt like a gilded cage.

Across town, Victoria Hayes smirked as she scrolled through the latest tabloid headlines on her phone. Evelyn Sinclair and Nathan Blackwood: Love on the Rocks? The timing couldn't be more perfect. She had waited years for this moment, and now, the cracks in their relationship were finally widening.

She dialed a familiar number. "It's time," she purred. "Make sure the press gets the rest of the photos."

Meanwhile, Serena Whitmore paced her office, her phone pressed to her ear. "Evelyn, you need to get ahead of this. The media is going to tear you apart if you don't control the narrative."

Evelyn exhaled sharply. "I don't care what they say."

"You should care," Serena snapped. "Your career is on the line. One scandal, and every brand deal you've worked for could vanish overnight."

Evelyn closed her eyes, the weight of her decisions pressing down on her. She had fought too hard to let it all crumble now.

Back at the penthouse, Nathan's phone buzzed with an incoming call. He glanced at the screen—Julian Blackwood. His brother rarely called unless it was urgent.

Nathan answered tersely. "What is it?"

Julian's voice was grim. "You need to see this. It's all over the internet."

Nathan's blood ran cold as he opened the link Julian had sent. The headline screamed at him: Nathan Blackwood's Secret Affair Exposed—Photos Inside.

His grip on the phone tightened. This wasn't just a scandal—it was a calculated attack. And he had a sinking feeling he knew exactly who was behind it.

Evelyn's phone chimed with a notification. She hesitated before looking, but curiosity won out. The moment she saw the photos, her breath caught in her throat.

Nathan with another woman.

Her heart shattered.

But then, something in the background of one photo caught her eye—a familiar face lurking in the shadows.

Victoria.

Evelyn's shock morphed into cold fury. This wasn't just betrayal—it was sabotage.

And she wasn't going down without a fight.

The nightmare haunting Daniel Wright had become a living torment for the entire Wright family. With numerous relatives from his mother's side gathered for the wedding, the revelation sent shockwaves through them all, sparking outrage in waves.

Who could have imagined that saving someone would lead to such venomous betrayal?

Back in their school days, few had the courage to stand against bullies. Those who truly needed saving still trembled in the shadows. Yet this despicable pair had twisted noble acts into a sick joke.

Talk about biting the hand that feeds you.

Meanwhile, Mason Wright was still toying with Amelia Bennett.

"What's wrong? Still thinking about him?" His voice dripped with mockery.

"No. Mason, please—take me with you. I'm begging you. I know deep down, you want a family. You could be a good father. How can you abandon your own child?"

"Enough." His tone turned icy. "You’ll marry him as planned. Agree to terminate the pregnancy. Make him believe you were forced. And for God’s sake, don’t slip up and reveal the truth."

Evelyn Sinclair smirked to herself. Most men light a cigarette after sex, but these two? They scheme. Still, it made things easier. The baby in Amelia’s belly was already legally registered under Mason’s name—absolutely laughable.

The crowd erupted in murmurs.

Could it be true? The child from this rushed marriage wasn’t Daniel’s at all? It belonged to that bastard Mason? The sheer audacity of the Reed family! One brother impregnates the woman, the other marries her? Some twisted sibling teamwork? Victor Reed must be so proud. No family had ever come this close to such disgrace. Or… had they? Maybe they all needed a long, hard look in the mirror. The thought alone sent chills down spines.

Others focused on Daniel’s actions.

From the recording, had Daniel known the child wasn’t his? Believing his fiancée had been violated, he was willing to endure it—as long as she aborted the baby, he’d still take her back? Was he a saint? Tragically, his mercy had been wasted on a viper. That witch had snagged a man too good for her. If he’d been foolish with other women, he’d deserve scorn. But if he’d foolishly chosen me? Oh, I’d have cherished him.

Mixed emotions swirled, but the sharpest minds zeroed in on the real issue—their expressions darkening instantly.

Nathan Blackwood watched Daniel’s face and knew the truth had finally struck home.

Daniel had thought he’d hit rock bottom. But fate had dug him a deeper pit.

This wasn’t some old voice message. This was happening right now.

Amelia and Mason were talking at this very moment.

She was cheating on her own wedding day.