Chapter 56

The morning sun had barely touched the windowsill when Twitter's servers crashed.

Charlie Zhou's latest tweet dropped like a depth charge, detonating across the internet.

"The truth you've been waiting for."

Five simple words, accompanied by crystal-clear photos of Lily Green entering a police station and an intimate video of her walking side by side with Michael Johnson.

Lucy White smirked as she scrolled through her phone. If Liam Parker wanted to play dirty, she’d strike first.

Lily loved playing the innocent victim? Fine. Now the whole world would see her for what she really was.

[Holy crap! It was Lily all along!]

[The karma hit faster than a tornado!]

[She was acting all pure in interviews yesterday—what a joke!]

The comments section exploded. Netizens, electrified, flooded the post with shares and debates.

Lucy leisurely skimmed the reactions, tapping her screen. She’d expected nothing less.

Lily’s biggest mistake? Thinking she could mess with Lucy while drowning in her own scandals.

[Michael picking her up at midnight? Yeah, that’s not just friendship.]

[Poor Lucy, taking the blame for so long.]

[Lily the Fake Saint strikes again.]

Three hashtags rocketed to the top of trending:

#LilyPoliceScandal

#MichaelJohnsonRomanceExposed

#LucyWhiteFramed

Michael’s fans lost their minds.

[She’s not worthy of him!]

[If he’s really dating her, I’m done being a fan!]

[At least Lucy’s actually pretty.]

Lily’s Twitter was overrun. Hate poured in by the thousands with every refresh.

"How did this happen…?" Lily’s hands trembled, tears splattering onto her phone screen.

She frantically dialed Richard Brown. "Richard, how did those photos—"

"Stay calm," Richard growled. "This is Lucy’s doing."

"What do I do now?" Her voice cracked. "My new drama—"

Richard paused. "Only one way out. Get Michael to publicly confirm your relationship."

"But—" Her pulse spiked.

"Once he does, we spin it—paint Lucy as the other woman." His laugh was icy. "Public opinion will flip fast."

Lily clenched her phone, a vicious glint in her eyes.

If Lucy wanted war, she’d get one.

She dialed a familiar number…

Meanwhile, Lucy sipped her coffee, unfazed—until her phone buzzed.

An unknown number flashed on the screen:

[Think this is over? The real show’s just starting.]

Lucy arched a brow and set her cup down.

Someone still hadn’t learned their lesson.