Chapter 330

"Everything is ruined because of Evelyn. None of this would have happened if she'd just stayed away from Zlokova!"

Evelyn's expression darkened, shadows swirling in her stormy gray eyes. "Don't blame me for your mistakes. You dug your own grave when you decided to hurt innocent people. If you're bold enough to play with fire, at least have the spine to face the consequences."

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Listen carefully, Vivian. If you don't start valuing what little humanity you have left, I'll make sure your life becomes a living hell."

With a sharp push, Evelyn sent Vivian sprawling onto the cold marble floor.

Vivian's once-perfect hair now tangled around her tear-streaked face, her designer dress ripped at the seams. She clawed at the ground, shooting Evelyn a venomous glare. "You think this ends with me? There are others who want you destroyed!"

Evelyn arched an eyebrow, lips pressed into a thin line.

Vivian's laughter rang hollow. "Someone far more powerful than me hates your guts. And they won't stop until you're crushed."

"Is that so?" Evelyn tilted her head, feigning curiosity. "Tell me, who's pulling your strings?"

Vivian's eyes darted away.

"Like I'd ever tell you anything!"

When Vivian remained silent, Evelyn didn't press further. Instead, she crouched down to eye level and flashed her phone screen. "Vivian Vanderbilt, you've run out of chances."

"W-What are you doing?" Vivian's face drained of color.

'Damn it! Is she leaking everything?'

Evelyn's smirk sent chills down Vivian's spine. "Your little hate group must be quite the spectacle. But why keep the fun to yourself? Let's share it with the world."

She tapped her phone and spoke calmly. "Gregory, release everything now."

"Evelyn, you bitch—" Vivian lunged, but Evelyn sidestepped effortlessly.

Watching Vivian collapse in a heap of designer fabric and smeared makeup, Evelyn offered a mock salute. "Enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame."

She turned on her heel without another glance.

Vivian's nails scraped against marble as she screamed at Evelyn's retreating back.

'This isn't over! I'll make you pay for this!'

The internet exploded when screenshots from the hate group flooded Twitter and Instagram.

@GraceGreen: These trolls deserve life in prison! #JusticeForKids

@VeronicaStyles: Paid bullies attacking children? Disgusting! #CancelHateGroups

@SimonBlake: So the rumors were true all along. #ExposeThemAll

@BiancaChase: Someone get the FBI involved ASAP.

Vivian's phone buzzed relentlessly with incoming calls. She answered one only to be met with furious shouting. "You stupid cow! Did you leak our private chats? Are you trying to get us all arrested?"

"Me? This is your fault!" Vivian shrieked. "Your pathetic security let them track everything!"

"Working with you was the worst mistake of my life!" The caller disconnected abruptly.

When Vivian saw the trending hashtag #HateGroupExposed, she hurled her phone against the wall, shattering it. "Evelyn Vanderbilt! I swear I'll destroy you!"

'How did she uncover everything so fast? Did Nathan help her?'

A cold dread settled in her stomach.

'If Nathan finds out I escaped...'

She couldn't go back to that nightmare. Desperate, she remembered her only lifeline—Lady Wolfsbane.

'She's my only hope now.'

Typing frantically, Vivian sent a distress message.

The reply came instantly, along with a $100,000 transfer.

Before Vivian could thank her, another message appeared: [This isn't charity. I need you to do something for me.]

At Soul Jewelry Studio...

Gregory rubbed his temples. "I suspected hired trolls, but Vivian? That's low even for her."