Chapter 204
Flashing cameras surrounded Victoria. She basked in the attention she had always craved.
With practiced grace, she addressed the eager reporters. “Everything in those videos is completely authentic. If you require further proof, please observe these marks on my hands.”
She extended her palms toward the lenses, displaying the fresh blisters. “We’ve all made mistakes we regret. My manager, myself… everyone. I chose to live in the countryside to reconnect with a simpler existence. I sought spiritual purification. My goal is to atone and eventually assist others in need.”
“The number of followers on my new account is irrelevant to me. My only desire is for my sister’s forgiveness. I hope my supporters can find it in their hearts to forgive me as well. Moving forward, I am committed to working diligently. I strive to become someone worthy of admiration.”
Her delivery was poised and polished. Several paparazzi were broadcasting live. Viewers flooded the streams with comments praising her vulnerability.
No one could deny Victoria’s deceptively innocent appearance. Her eyes shone with a clear, spring-water purity, completely devoid of guile. That kind of facade effortlessly manipulated public perception. It made people forget every terrible thing she had ever done.
Eleanor watched, immensely pleased with her daughter’s performance. She took Victoria’s arm, guiding her toward the hotel entrance.
A reporter suddenly broke through the crowd. “Ms. Kensington! A moment, please! I’m with Stellar News. The public is desperate to know… how do you truly feel about this wedding? After a five-year relationship with Alexander, you’re attending as a bridesmaid. Can you share your feelings? Ten million fans are waiting for your answer!” His tone was pleading, making a refusal seem cruel.
Eleanor tightened her grip, attempting to pull Victoria away, concerned the question was too painful.
Victoria stopped. She turned back with a gracious smile. “Thank you for your concern. The truth is, my sister, Isabella, and Alexander were promised to each other since childhood. They were only separated because she left for treatment. My role these past five years was simply to look after him in her stead. They are destined for each other. My blessings for them are genuine and heartfelt.”
She offered a polite nod before quickly moving inside. The crowd was left in awe of her apparent selflessness. Attending an ex-lover’s wedding and offering sincere blessings was portrayed as a monumental act of grace.
Online, whether through calculated PR or genuine public reaction, trending topics exploded.
#StandInSupermodel
#VictoriasFiveYearSacrifice
#SmilingThroughThePain
Countless articles painted her as a selfless, innocent girl who devoted five years to a man, knowing she was just a placeholder. On his wedding day, she could only watch and smile through her heartbreak. The narrative was expertly crafted to manipulate young, impressionable audiences.
[This shatters my heart. My angel went to the countryside to heal her soul and her broken heart.]
[She gave him five years of her life, and when the real one returned, she was just cast aside. How tragic.]
[If my ex got married, I’d be a mess. Attending with a smile? That’s strength I don’t have.]
Inside the bridal suite, Evelyn handed a phone to Isabella. Her voice was flat. “These trending topics are clearly bought by Victoria’s team. Should we have them removed?”
Isabella glanced at the screen. A cold smirk touched her lips. “No.”
This was precisely what she wanted. Let Victoria climb higher. The greater the height, the more devastating the fall. She would ensure Victoria experienced the crushing plunge from heaven to hell once more. This time, she would make certain Victoria never got back up.