Chapter 470

Evelyn Sinclair massaged her throbbing temples. The unfamiliar surroundings made her pulse quicken.

The bedroom was enormous, with a breathtaking floor-to-ceiling window framing the view outside.

She couldn't resist stepping closer.

A sea of cherry blossoms stretched before her, their petals like delicate snowflakes, their scent intoxicating.

It was more stunning than the garden Dominic had once shown her. But Evelyn couldn’t appreciate it.

Not after rejecting his proposal yesterday.

The Blackwood family must be furious. Her grandfather and aunt were probably heartbroken, thinking her reckless.

But what choice did she have?

Her phone buzzed—Olivia’s name flashed on the screen.

Evelyn answered.

"Have you seen Twitter today?" Olivia’s voice was frantic. "Every major account is sharing this disgusting article! I sent you the link. That coward hiding behind a screen—I swear, if I find out who wrote this—"

Evelyn opened the message.

The headline alone made her blood run cold.

"Gold-Digging Liar Exposed: How a Scheming Employee Fooled a Billionaire."

Her fingers trembled as she tapped the link.

The page loaded slowly.

"Let me read it first," Evelyn said. "I’ll call you back."

"Don’t let it get to you," Olivia warned. "You and the baby come first."

The call ended.

Evelyn skimmed the article. Her stomach twisted.

It detailed yesterday’s failed proposal—how "Miss S" had publicly humiliated "Mr. B."

No names were used, but everyone would know.

The writer, calling herself "Rosalind," painted Evelyn as a manipulative seductress. A woman who abandoned her sick grandfather, sold her family home for selfish reasons, and funded her lavish lifestyle with unspeakable acts abroad.

According to Rosalind, Evelyn had seduced Dominic Blackwood, CEO of T Corporation, tricking him into believing she was the twins’ mother.

But her lies were exposed at the engagement party by a "close friend."

The article included scandalous photos—a woman with Evelyn’s profile entangled with faceless men.

If Evelyn didn’t know better, she might’ve believed it was her.

Every claim was backed with "evidence." The public was eating it up.

A City’s elite circles were small. Everyone knew "Miss S" was Evelyn Sinclair.

And "Mr. B"? Dominic Blackwood.

Months ago, JK Media had celebrated their love story. Now, people wondered—had Dominic been fooled?

Was the sweet, devoted Cinderella actually a ruthless opportunist?

Twitter was on fire. Verified accounts with millions of followers shared the article. The comments were brutal.

Some defended her, pointing out JK Media’s credibility versus Rosalind’s sensationalism.

Most called her a liar.

Evelyn exhaled sharply.

She couldn’t control the rumors. All that mattered was Dominic’s trust.

But thinking of him made her chest ache.

Too many obstacles stood between them.

Maybe she was the problem.

Maybe she should let him go.