Chapter 380
Nathaniel's voice was impossibly soft. His eyes held a gentle glow, filled with undeniable affection.
Benjamin frowned deeply. Was Nathaniel being kind only because he was Isabella's brother?
Was Isabella really just his secret lover? Something felt off. Very off.
Warmth spread through Isabella's chest at his words. Right then, she made a firm decision.
In two days, once she had a moment, she would help Nathaniel investigate the incident from five years ago.
She needed to find out who he had slept with that night.
Meanwhile…
The Montgomerys and the Whitmores finalized the wedding plans. Time was tight. Most luxury venues were fully booked.
They eventually settled on The Ritz-Carlton.
It was the same hotel where Alexander and Isabella had held their engagement party. A five-star establishment, but not the absolute pinnacle of luxury.
When the families announced the news online, it exploded across social media.
A former top supermodel. The so-called 'National Husband'. Their scandal was still fresh in everyone's minds.
#Victoria-marrying-Alexander instantly trended at number one.
(Is Victoria actually marrying Alexander?!)
(Didn't he just propose to Isabella at the Night of Glory gala?)
(Her nudes leaked, then she slept with him at his wedding to Isabella, and now this? Marriage?)
(That's all history! They're perfect for each other! They have a five-year history!)
(He proposed to Isabella and failed. Now he's marrying Victoria? Who does he actually love? Both?)
(Isabella hasn't taken any modeling jobs since the wedding. She's stepped back from the spotlight. Probably heartbroken.)
(It must destroy her, watching her ex marry her sister…)
(Sending love to Isabella.)
(Sending love to Isabella +10086)
Despite being the bride, Victoria's name was overshadowed. Isabella's name was searched more frequently.
Netizens dredged up everything: the leaked photos, the plots against other models, the betrayal with her almost brother-in-law.
The comment section was a warzone.
Victoria had just returned home. She was in her room, reviewing her schedule, when she saw the comments.
Her fists clenched until her knuckles turned white.
This was Isabella's doing. It had to be!
Isabella pretended to be so magnanimous in front of their grandfather. She acted supportive of the wedding.
All while scheming behind the scenes to sabotage it. How utterly vicious!
After a moment's thought, she called Alexander.
He answered after a few rings. His voice was flat. "Yes?"
All the previous gentleness was gone. There was no joy about their impending marriage.
Victoria's grip on the phone tightened. "Alexander, have you seen the news online? It's horrible… Someone is behind this. You have media connections. The wedding is so soon. Can't you have them take it down?"
Alexander was in his office. He absently rolled a small pill bottle between his fingers.
This should have been his wedding to Isabella. Everything was supposed to go according to plan.
Instead, he was stuck marrying Victoria.
Her stake in Montgomery Holdings was pitifully small. How could she possibly help him?
"Ignore them," he said, his tone devoid of emotion. "Clear your head. Focus on being a bride. Don't waste energy on this."
Victoria's face darkened. Clear her head? Everyone was tearing them apart!
How could she possibly ignore it?
If this wasn't stopped, she would have to endure their judgmental stares on her wedding day. Was he looking down on her because of her small share percentage?