Chapter 200

"Showing mercy to your enemies is the cruelest thing you can do to yourself." Dominic's words echoed in Evelyn's mind.

"Leave the rest to me. Just focus on your fashion show preparations," Harrison reassured her.

"Alright."

The moment Evelyn stepped through her penthouse doors, a scandalous hashtag exploded across social media: #SterlingHeiressThreesomeScandal

Earlier that evening...

Paparazzi from every major tabloid in Manhattan had converged outside the presidential suite of The Ritz-Carlton. Camera flashes illuminated the hallway as reporters jostled for position.

"Inside sources say a Grammy-winning artist is having a wild party with two male escorts," whispered one journalist, adjusting his lens.

"Wait, my tip said it's an Oscar-nominated actress cheating on her husband," countered another.

Confusion rippled through the crowd as conflicting rumors swirled. The only certainty? Whatever happened behind that door would be front-page news.

A reality TV star suddenly went live on Instagram. "Y'all won't believe what's happening in this suite! Smash that follow button and stay tuned!"

"Enough waiting!" someone shouted. "Let's just bust in!"

The mob cheered in agreement. A terrified bellhop was pushed forward to unlock the door.

When the door swung open, cameras captured every inch of the disheveled suite. Three figures lay tangled in the king-sized bed, sheets barely covering their naked forms.

"Holy shit! Is that what I think it is?"

"Damn! A freaking threesome!"

"Get their faces! This is gold if it's who I think!"

One bold reporter yanked the covers away, revealing Victoria Sinclair's dazed expression. Shutters clicked like machine gun fire.

Victoria blinked against the blinding lights, her body aching in ways she couldn't comprehend. The room spun as she struggled to process the nightmare unfolding around her.

Then she saw them.

The cameras.

The microphones.

The leering faces.

A blood-curdling scream tore from her throat. "GET OUT! ALL OF YOU GET OUT RIGHT NOW!"

The commotion roused Vanessa Sterling beside her. When the heiress realized her naked body was being broadcast live to millions, her world shattered.

"STOP FILMING! I'LL SUE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!"

At first, the reporters seemed disappointed - Victoria wasn't a big enough name for their headlines. But when Vanessa screamed...

"That's Vanessa Sterling! The Sterling Enterprises heiress!"

The media frenzy reached fever pitch. This wasn't just gossip - this was a billion-dollar scandal.

"Vanessa! Who's the man in bed with you?"

"Victoria, how long have you been sleeping together?"

Flashbulbs popped like fireworks as both women scrambled for cover, their reputations evaporating in real time. The livestream viewer count skyrocketed into the millions.

Vanessa collapsed into hysterical sobs while Victoria clutched her pounding head. In twenty-four hours, this footage would circle the globe. In forty-eight, their families would disown them. By week's end? They'd become the internet's favorite punchline.

And someone had orchestrated every second of their downfall.