Chapter 101

The editorial photos dropped.

Fans who had been waiting flooded in immediately.

Their reactions were instant. Shock. Awe. Disbelief.

(Is that even Isabella Montgomery? She’s radiant! Absolutely breathtaking!)

(Hello? Did we forget she’s a surgery doll? It’s all filters and makeup. Nothing is real!)

(Seriously! Look at her old pictures. They’re so plain and mediocre! Such a drastic change can't be natural.)

(Now look at our queen, Victoria Kensington. Her aura might be subtle, but her beauty is goddess-level, authentic!)

(The Sage Green line is the star here. Support our Vicky! Buying ten sets right now!)

(Yes! Boycott the Crimson line. Don’t support that plastic surgery monster, Isabella!)

(Get the fake out of the endorsement world! She’s an embarrassment to high fashion!)

The online hate for Isabella intensified.

Sales for the Sage Green collection climbed steadily.

The Crimson line, however, saw almost no movement.

People liked the designs, but buying it felt like endorsing a fraud. How could they support her?

By 1 PM, only a handful of Crimson items had sold. The numbers were dismal.

Eric, now Julian Hawthorne, and Kay, now Maxwell Carter, monitored the traffic. They waited. They knew Isabella had a plan. A comeback was coming.

At the Blackwood Corporation, Nial, now Sebastian Blackwood, held Chris, now Oliver Blackwood, close. His eyes were glued to his phone. Anxiety spiked.

This was it.

Isabella was making her move.

A special alert blasted across social media.

Breaking: Isabella Montgomery has a new official account!

Everyone scrambled for their phones. Even Anthony, now Nathaniel Blackwood, paused his work to look.

Her profile bio read: ‘A background character in a past life. Find your true power in Crimson. Unlock your star potential. Transformation starts with Red. Live your main character story.’

Below it, a gallery of photos. A video.

The video showed Isabella in a home gym.

She wore a crimson sports bra and matching leggings.

The vibrant red against her porcelain skin was striking. Breathtaking.

She punched a sandbag. Again. Again. Sweat glistened on her skin.

Her face was bare. No makeup. Yet, she was stunning.

The photos were comparisons.

One side: Sage Green. The other: Crimson.

An old, "ugly" photo next to a styled Guci crimson shot.

A side-by-side with Victoria Kensington in Sage Green versus Isabella in Crimson.

Every single comparison was night and day.

In every frame, the Crimson version won. It was undeniable.

Isabella’s new account exploded.

Thousands of supporters, real people and netizens, rallied behind her.

They clashed with Victoria’s fans, shifting the online narrative.

(Her workout face is so fresh and natural! Zero makeup! Zero surgery!)

(Isabella is devastatingly beautiful in Crimson!)

(Did they pick Sage Green to make people look bad? Even a beauty like Isabella looks washed out in it.)

(True! In the group photo, the Sage Green makes her fade into the background. I barely saw her!)

(What a shame. It can make a supermodel and a diamond CEO look average. Avoid it! I’m steering clear.)

(I love her bio: Find your true power in Crimson!)

(Yes! I want to buy the Crimson line! I want to live my main character story! No more being a side character.)

The tide turned instantly.

The side-by-side comparisons were too powerful. The evidence was clear.

Whether it was Isabella or top model Victoria Kensington, Crimson was superior. It was the color of victory.