Chapter 293
The bombshell revelation hit like a thunderbolt—Dominic Blackwood was the so-called "cousin"?
The internet erupted into chaos, dividing into three distinct factions.
Dominic's loyal fans formed the first camp, defending his impeccable reputation with fierce arguments. A man of his wealth, charm, and status could have any woman he desired. Why would he stoop to pursuing another man's wife?
The second camp consisted of his detractors. Their argument? Public personas meant nothing. Behind closed doors, even the most polished gentleman could hide monstrous secrets.
The elite world was rife with scandals—cousins, siblings, even parents and children entangled in illicit affairs. To them, the post was undeniably true.
Cynics always assumed the worst of everyone.
The third group played neutral, silently watching the drama unfold, waiting to see which side would prevail.
Within an hour, the post amassed thousands of comments, sparking heated debates that rivaled professional courtroom battles.
Evelyn Sinclair had seen the destructive power of public opinion before.
No matter what, everyone had their stance, and this storm wouldn’t die down anytime soon.
Her brows furrowed. What was CuckedTurtle’s endgame? She didn’t know, but she would never forgive them for dragging her children into this.
Innocent lives shouldn’t be collateral damage in adult wars.
She reached for her phone, but before she could dial, Dominic beat her to it.
"I saw the post," she said the moment she answered.
"Don’t worry. I’ve seen it too. I’ll handle it," Dominic assured her, his voice steady.
She didn’t know his plan, but his confidence soothed her frayed nerves.
She trusted him.
At the hospital, Maxwell Lockwood—the bandaged man from the photos—puffed on a cigarette, a sinister smirk playing on his lips as he scrolled through the raging online debate.
He turned to the scruffy young man beside his bed. "Brilliant work. I knew hiring you was the right move."
The man, in his mid-twenties, was a struggling writer who scraped by on forum romance stories. Desperate for cash, he’d taken Maxwell’s job without hesitation—especially after receiving a $20,000 advance.
Fabricating a scandal about the wealthy elite? Child’s play. Truth didn’t matter—only the paycheck did.
Maxwell handed him a card. "The remaining $180,000. There’s more where that came from, depending on how this plays out."
The writer pocketed it greedily. "Thank you, Mr. Lockwood. Let me know if you need another masterpiece."
Once alone, Maxwell crushed his cigarette, satisfaction curling through him.
You forced my hand, Dominic and Evelyn. Let’s see how you wriggle out of this one.
T Corporation’s top-floor office was a frozen tundra.
Dominic’s gaze remained locked on his laptop screen—not on business reports, but the viral Xeddit post.
Sebastian Whitmore stood nearby, nearly shivering under the oppressive chill radiating from his boss.
When Evelyn was involved, Dominic’s ruthlessness knew no bounds.
"Contact Xeddit. Have the account banned. Track down the writer and deliver him to the police. If he’s bold enough to spread lies, he’ll face the consequences." Dominic’s voice was glacial. "Summon the board. I want the Lockwood family’s assets seized immediately. If Maxwell wants to play dirty, we’ll bury him. Contact JK Media—I need to speak with Everett."
He closed his eyes briefly, masking the lethal glint in them.
When they reopened, his expression was unreadable.
Sebastian nodded swiftly and left to execute the orders.
Dominic’s gaze lingered on the blurred wedding photo in the post. A cold smirk twisted his lips.
Attack me all you want, Maxwell. But exposing my woman and my children? That was your fatal mistake.
You’re begging for destruction. And I’ll gladly oblige.
The predator had unsheathed its claws.
Lillian Prescott had just wrapped up a scene when her phone buzzed. Her closest friend—who knew all about her obsession with Dominic—sent her a cryptic link with a smirk.
Curious, Lillian clicked it.
Excitement surged through her as she read the scandalous post. Instinct told her the unnamed trio was Dominic, Evelyn, and Maxwell.
The comments confirmed it.
Truth didn’t matter. If this ruined Evelyn’s reputation, she’d take it.
Without a second thought, Lillian stripped off her costume, ignored her assistant’s protests, and stormed off set—not even bothering to inform the furious director.
Who does she think she is? the director fumed. Just because her father’s a high-ranking official doesn’t mean she can disrespect a production like this!
Lillian didn’t care. She hit the mall, splurged on designer bags and diamond jewelry, then sped to Blackwood Manor.
Beatrice Lockwood beamed at the lavish gifts. "Darling, what’s troubling you?" she asked, patting Lillian’s hand.
Lillian feigned hesitation. "Aunt Beatrice… there’s something about Dominic I don’t know if I should mention…"
Beatrice’s smile tightened. "Out with it."
With a calculated pause, Lillian handed over her phone, the damning post already pulled up.