Henry Targets Skylar Again
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The morning sun crept into the mansion, its soft rays slipping through the tall glass windows and spilling across the marble floors. But inside, peace was far from the atmosphere.
Skylar stirred awake, her eyes barely open when her phone began vibrating endlessly on the nightstand. She groaned, pulling the blanket over her head. After the sleepless night she had—thanks to that kiss—the last thing she wanted was more noise.
But the vibration persisted. Then it was followed by a chime. Then another. And another.
Her heart began to sink. That kind of chaos only meant one thing—something had gone terribly wrong online.
Still half-asleep, she reached for the phone. Dozens of notifications flashed on her screen. Her name was trending again. The words made her stomach twist:
#SkylarKingScandal
#MistressOrWife?
#LoganKing’sWomanExposed
Her fingers went cold. “No…” she whispered, sitting up quickly.
She tapped one of the links, and her breath caught in her throat. The screen was filled with images—edited ones—portraying her in compromising positions with a man who wasn’t Logan. The photos were fake, but to anyone who didn’t know her, they looked devastatingly real.
She scrolled further, and her eyes widened. There were articles—ugly ones—claiming she was only with Logan for his money, that she was a gold digger who manipulated her way into the King family. One headline even claimed she’d been seeing another man while married.
Her hands shook as she dropped the phone on the bed. “This can’t be real,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
Downstairs, Logan was already awake, dressed sharply, his expression dark as a storm. His assistant had called early that morning, voice strained with panic. The press had exploded overnight, and the company’s media team was in full-blown crisis mode.
When Skylar descended the stairs, her hair still messy from sleep, he looked up. His eyes softened briefly, but the tension in the air was undeniable.
“Logan…” she began hesitantly. “You’ve seen it?”
He nodded once, jaw tight. “Yes. It started around 3 a.m. The story spread across every major outlet before sunrise. My PR team is pulling strings to suppress it, but it’s everywhere.”
Her knees almost gave out. She leaned against the railing for support. “I swear, it’s not true. I didn’t—”
“I know,” he interrupted sharply, but his tone wasn’t directed at her—it was directed at the chaos itself. “I know you didn’t. But the world doesn’t. And that’s the problem.”
Skylar bit her lip. The tremor in his voice told her how serious this was. “Who could’ve done this?”
Logan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he picked up his phone, scrolling through a report his team had sent. Finally, he looked up at her, his eyes cold and calculating. “Henry.”
Her heart dropped. “Henry?”
“Henry King,” Logan said slowly, almost tasting the bitterness of the name. “My cousin.”
Skylar’s lips parted in shock. “But… why? What would he gain from ruining me?”
Logan gave a humorless laugh. “He can’t touch me. He knows that. But he also knows where to hit me so it hurts. You.”
Skylar felt her heart squeeze painfully. Henry—her ex. The man she once thought she knew. It made sense now—the way he’d looked at her that day at the restaurant, the envy in his eyes when she left with Logan. His wounded pride had turned to something darker.
“Henry leaked the fake photos,” Logan continued, voice clipped. “He also paid three small outlets to spread the story. Within hours, it was picked up by bigger ones. It’s a classic smear campaign.”
She clasped her hands together, trembling. “What do we do now?”
Logan stood, towering over her, his composure returning slowly. “We fight back. I’ll have my legal team handle the defamation. Every post will be taken down. Every outlet that mentioned your name will issue a retraction. But until then…” He exhaled deeply, the weight of it showing. “We stay quiet.”
Skylar nodded weakly, feeling small under the intensity of it all.
“Do not respond to any calls, messages, or interviews,” Logan instructed, his voice gentler now. “You’ll stay home today. No outings. No statements. Let me deal with this.”
His protectiveness was both reassuring and suffocating. She wanted to help, to speak out—but she also knew he was right. The internet was a battlefield she wasn’t ready for.
“Logan,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Why would he do this to me?”
Logan’s eyes darkened. “Because he hates me. Because he knows hurting you is the only way to get to me.”
Silence filled the space between them, thick and suffocating.
Logan’s phone rang again. He answered, pacing across the room while issuing sharp commands. “Freeze all comments on our social handles. I want the origin traced within the hour. If the name Henry King pops up anywhere, I want it flagged. Understand?”
He hung up and turned back to her. “We’ll handle it. I promise.”
Skylar looked at him—this man who could command an empire with a single sentence—and for the first time, she saw not just power, but fury. Cold, righteous fury.
As she stood there, watching him, she realized something chilling: Henry wasn’t done. This was only the beginning.
And even though Logan had vowed to protect her, Skylar couldn’t shake the feeling that this scandal would test their fragile marriage more than anything else ever had.
Because when family turns into an enemy—no one comes out unscathed.
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