Chapter 383
Isabella finally understood everything.
Vivienne was absolutely right.
The entire world believed Isabella was heartbroken over Alexander's betrayal.
They thought she had withdrawn from modeling because of him.
If photos of her with Nathaniel surfaced now, everyone would assume she had secretly moved on to the Blackwood heir.
The public would brand her as a calculated, manipulative woman.
Worse yet, if they exposed her past relationship with Alexander, Nathaniel's parents would think she still had feelings for her ex.
They would believe she was seeing both men simultaneously.
Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood would never accept such a woman as their daughter-in-law.
It was a flawless plan.
Vivienne truly was a genius.
Miranda immediately began executing the scheme.
Over the next two days, countless articles flooded the internet.
"Isabella's decade-long love for Alexander Whitmore."
"Isabella left the country to heal her broken heart, only to return and find her lover married to her sister."
"Everything Isabella sacrificed for Alexander."
"Isabella's world shattered on her wedding day."
These viral pieces kept the #ComfortIsabella hashtag trending for days.
In contrast, Victoria and Alexander's five-year relationship seemed trivial and insignificant.
Few people offered them wedding congratulations.
The public now viewed Alexander as a heartless cheater.
Victoria was labeled a scheming homewrecker who stole her sister's fiancé.
A woman who conspired to seize her sister's inheritance while seducing her sister's future husband.
Meanwhile, Victoria stood in a luxurious bridal fitting room.
She held herself with poised elegance as attendants adjusted her gown.
Her mood was radiant despite the ready-made nature of the dress.
The designer label was prestigious enough, and the design was acceptable.
Marrying Alexander and becoming Mrs. Whitmore was all that mattered.
Everything changed when Penelope rushed in, her hands trembling as she offered a phone.
Victoria's contentment vanished the moment she saw the screen.
Her face paled instantly.
Why was the entire internet sympathizing with Isabella?
Why was everyone calling her a homewrecker?
Strangers were wishing for her marriage to fail, hoping Alexander would abandon her.
The situation had escalated beyond control.
Why hadn't Alexander taken action to stop this?
Penelope stammered nervously, "Madam, you must stay strong. The wedding is in two days. You'll be Mrs. Whitmore then. I only showed you this because I didn't know how to handle it. We need to find a solution..."
Victoria's anger intensified.
Her previous agent, Isadora, would have resolved everything before bothering her.
But Isadora was gone, replaced by this incompetent fool who needed guidance for every little thing.
The frustration boiled within her.
If other attendants weren't present, she would have slapped Penelope immediately.
Victoria forced herself to remain calm, returning the phone with steady hands.
"Don't worry. None of this is true. They can say whatever they want. I've done nothing wrong."
She lifted her gown gracefully and exited the room.
Alexander waited outside, already changed into his wedding suit.
He sat motionless on a velvet sofa, lost in thought.
The curtain rustled as Victoria emerged.
His eyes lifted, and his expression shifted subtly.
Victoria wore her hair in an intricate loose braid.
Her wedding gown featured dramatic bishop sleeves that accentuated her delicate frame.
She resembled a princess descending from a royal palace.
There was no trace of meekness in her posture.
She exuded elegance and refined beauty.
Her face was perfectly sculpted, her eyes luminous and captivating.
She was a vision meant to be cherished and protected.
Alexander's still heart suddenly began to beat again.