Three days later, the attacks became uglier.
Crueler.
More personal.
Anonymous blogs suddenly appeared online accusing Elena of manipulating wealthy men for money and status.
Old photos from university were leaked.
Edited.
Distorted.
Designed to humiliate her.
One article even claimed she deliberately seduced Adrian to gain ownership of the Kingston fortune.
The comments underneath were vicious.
Gold digger.
Attention seeker.
Homewrecker.
Elena stared silently at her phone while nausea twisted inside her stomach.
No matter how strong she tried to become…
Words still hurt.
Especially lies.
A soft knock came at her studio door.
Then Adrian entered.
The moment he saw her face, his expression darkened immediately.
“What happened?”
Elena quickly locked her screen.
“Nothing
