Chapter 110

The latest bombshell sent fans into a frenzy.

Sebastian Hart and his manager terminated their contract? They parted ways? What was the real reason behind this sudden split?

Speculations ran wild within minutes.

Sebastian, scrolling through the comments, addressed the burning questions with practiced ease.

"This has nothing to do with the stage play. I’ve said it before—those rumors are baseless. The script was entirely my vision. The gossip about an affair with my manager? Completely fabricated. We were never romantically involved, only professional colleagues."

Evelyn Sinclair blinked in confusion at the screen.

Sebastian’s tone shifted abruptly, his voice hardening as if speaking directly to someone unseen.

"I know you're watching this live. I’m grateful for your guidance all these years. Much of my success is because of you. But I regret disappointing your expectations. Even though you doubted us from the start, wishing we’d break up—I’ll prove our love is real. Our relationship won’t hold me back. This time, no one will tear us apart. Ever again."

With that declaration, he clasped Seraphina Delacroix’s hand and raised it high.

"Something’s off," Evelyn muttered, frowning.

Nathan Blackwood leaned back, arms crossed. "Half-truths are the most dangerous. Isabelle Laurent wasn’t involved in their recent breakup and reunion, but she did play a role in their split five years ago. Sebastian hinted at her interference but dodged the real issue. Yet every word he said was technically true. Isabelle can’t deny it—and this strategy just swayed public sympathy in their favor."

Evelyn turned to him, baffled. "Why go through all this trouble?"

Nathan’s lips quirked. "Their initial plan was ethically shaky. To fix it, they had to paint Isabelle as the villain. But that risked backlash—accusations of ingratitude, or worse, Isabelle retaliating with proof of their lies. So instead, they let the audience imagine the worst. After all, Adrian Cross—the real snake here—would never admit to stealing someone’s girlfriend. And Seraphina would never confess her vanity caused their breakup."

He gestured to the live chat, where comments exploded after a brief pause.

Fan1: Wait… is there a hidden meaning here?

Fan2: Did they just imply their breakup five years ago was because of someone’s meddling?

Fan3: Was it the manager who wanted them apart?

Fan4: Just because she wasn’t in love with him doesn’t mean she didn’t want him for herself! No wonder she retreated once they reunited—her plan failed!

Fan5: Oh my god, they’ve been suffering all this time!

Fan6: So Adrian, the justice-bringer, exposed the manager’s scheme and helped them reconcile? Is that why the contract ended so abruptly?

Fan7: The truth is out. My mind is blown.

Nathan smirked. "Isabelle won’t recover from this."

And she wouldn’t. The only way Isabelle could defend herself was if Sebastian and Seraphina outright slandered her with lies. She had evidence ready—proof of her professionalism, her dedication, her lack of inappropriate actions. She’d even considered exposing Adrian and Seraphina’s affair. But in this game, she wasn’t the only player with brains.

The old saying rang true: Three rumors make a tiger. No matter what Isabelle said now, she’d be drowned in skepticism. If she dared mention Adrian’s role, she’d only be labeled a bitter liar.

The smart move? Stay silent. Ignore the storm. Respond politely to Sebastian’s vague accusations.

But pride burned in her throat.

Yet… she had no choice.

Hours later, Isabelle’s Twitter response went live:

"As a manager, I discouraged artist relationships. Back then, I was young and rigid. Now that you’ve reunited, I wish you happiness. Thank you for your hard work—it contributed to my career too."

Comments were disabled.

She knew what awaited her online. The conspiracy theories were already spreading.

Nathan glanced at Evelyn, who stood beside him sipping warm milk, her brow furrowed. "She’s handling it well. Professional to the end. But don’t worry—since Julian and I chose her as your agent, we’ll—"

Evelyn’s phone buzzed. A slow, mischievous grin curled her lips.

"I tried to let things go. Really. But if they’re begging for chaos…"

Nathan raised an eyebrow as she pulled up her laptop, typed furiously, and uploaded two video files.

Video 1: The balcony confrontation. Timeline inconsistencies. A very passionate kiss. Proof Isabelle only suggested the breakup—never forced it.

Video 2: Backstage today. The contract termination. Sebastian’s narcissism on full display. Isabelle’s quiet devastation.

Evelyn cackled. "Tomorrow’s headlines will be glorious."

Nathan chuckled. "They’re celebrating at Sebastian’s place right now. Drinking to their ‘victory.’"

"Let them enjoy their last happy night," Evelyn purred, sipping her milk. Then she paused.

Wait.

Nathan had poured this for her.

Her cheeks warmed. He was the injured one—she should be taking care of him. And how did he even know she drank warm milk before bed?

She peeked at him. He was watching the videos, utterly engrossed.

"You caught everything perfectly," he murmured.

Evelyn bit her lip. "Consider this payback. If they hadn’t messed with you, none of this would’ve happened. It’s their fault!"

Nathan turned. His gaze softened, warmth flickering in his eyes. "Thank you for avenging me."

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