Chapter 1094
No.1
Days flew by. Isabella went through the motions of selecting wedding gowns and hairstyles. Fortunately, Alexander was perpetually busy and held such disdain for her that he avoided these preparations entirely. This made everything much simpler for Isabella.
Despite this, paparazzi managed to snap photos of her during these appointments. Rumors of her impending marriage to Alexander exploded across the internet. Fans flooded her social media, desperate for confirmation. Even influential figures like Maxwell, Harrison Winslow, and other powerful contacts reached out for details.
Seeing an opportunity, Isabella composed a tweet. [Putting my career on hold, all for you.] She attached one of the photos of her in a wedding gown.
The internet went into a frenzy.
The Diamond Boss was abandoning her film shoots and endorsement deals… for Alexander Whitmore… for their wedding!
The wealthiest woman in the country was marrying Alexander Whitmore! They were a stunningly handsome couple, and netizens showered them with congratulations and well-wishes. The entire nation eagerly anticipated the wedding of the decade.
In the Blackwood estate study.
Sebastian burst into the room, his face etched with panic. “Nathaniel, are you just going to sit there? Isabella is officially engaged! To Alexander Whitmore! It’s all over the news!”
Nathaniel glanced at her social media feed. If he hadn’t known her true plan, his rage would have been uncontrollable. But knowing the truth, a faint, cold smile touched his lips. “It’s… acceptable.”
No.2
‘Acceptable?’
“Brother? Do you have a fever? Are you feeling unwell?” Sebastian moved to feel Nathaniel’s forehead.
Nathaniel shot him an icy glare and tossed a thick, embossed invitation card onto the desk. “Don’t forget to attend. It should be quite a spectacle.”
‘A spectacle?’
Sebastian frowned deeply. What kind of spectacle could this possibly be?
This made no sense. Instead of charging off to confront Isabella, Nathaniel was handing him a wedding invitation? And telling him to enjoy the show?
He then noticed Oliver nearby, calmly playing on his tablet, completely unbothered. “Momo, what’s wrong with your father? Has he lost his mind? Wait… why are you so calm about this too?”
“Uncle Sebastian, there’s no need to worry. Father is correct. There will be an excellent show. Just make sure you’re there to see it,” Oliver stated with the serious air of a miniature adult.
Slowly, comprehension dawned on Sebastian. “You all know this is part of Isabella’s scheme, don’t you? What is she planning this time?”
No.3
Nathaniel remained silent. Oliver simply gave a knowing nod.
Sebastian immediately dropped onto the couch beside Oliver. “She’s publicly announced her wedding to Alexander! What possible scheme could there be? You have to tell me, Momo! I’ll buy you all the ice cream you want!”
“I’m sorry, Uncle Sebastian. I promised Mommy I wouldn’t reveal her plan to anyone,” Oliver replied, his expression utterly solemn.
This only fueled Sebastian’s curiosity. They had done this to him before, and now they were doing it again! Why did they always have to toy with his curiosity?
He tried a threat. “Momo, if you don’t tell me, I won’t acknowledge you as my nephew anymore!”
“That’s alright. I still have Mommy!” Oliver responded with a bright, cheeky grin.
“!!!”
It was bad enough his own brother kept secrets from him. Now his nephew was doing the same!
Fine! He would just have to wait for the wedding day to see what incredible trick Isabella had planned.
No.4
The following two weeks became a media feeding frenzy.
Every detail of the upcoming wedding was dissected and analyzed.
From the design of the engagement rings to the choice of wedding gown designers.
The selected five-star hotel venue. The floral arrangements. The guest list.
Nothing was spared from public scrutiny.
One bride was the nation's wealthiest heiress. The groom was universally hailed as the 'Ideal National Husband,' a devastatingly handsome business titan.
Their union was the most anticipated social event of the decade.
Amidst this whirlwind, Victoria Kensington's private social media account quietly began trending.
She had posted roughly twenty videos on a new profile.
No.5
Each clip was meticulously crafted, rich with subtext and meaning.
Some showed her single-handedly organizing a cluttered, neglected space, transforming chaos into a minimalist sanctuary.
Others featured her gardening, hands deep in soil, planting organic vegetables.
There were videos of her visiting impoverished rural communities, working alongside local women harvesting crops.
She performed every task herself.
Her clothing was simple, unassuming, often plain linen and cotton.
She appeared entirely without makeup, her face bare, projecting an image of genuine, girl-next-door innocence.
Within a month, her follower count skyrocketed to seventy million.
'My Fairy Victoria' became the top trending hashtag. Her account exploded in popularity.
No.6
Comments flooded every post.
[I can't believe this is Victoria Kensington! She seems so humble and genuine!]
[This is nothing like those other celebrities who stage everything for attention. She's actually doing real work with her own hands!]
[Look at her face, glistening with honest sweat. This feels completely authentic. There's no way this is faked.]
[She's only doing this because her scandal ruined her career! This is just a calculated PR move to rebrand herself!]
[Oh, shut up. If you think it's so easy to fake, why don't you go try it for a month straight?]
[She's clearly remorseful. Why keep attacking her? Does destroying her life bring you joy?]
The court of public opinion had shifted.
Skeptics were quickly drowned out by a wave of supportive defenders.
No.7
Victoria's public persona was successfully reborn. She had shed the skin of the manipulative socialite.
She was now the pristine, relatable, 'earth-goddess' fairy.
Time accelerated, bringing them to the eve of the grand ceremony.
Eleanor Kensington personally went to collect Victoria from her retreat.
They also summoned Isabella Montgomery back to the family manor to finalize wedding arrangements.
Alexander Whitmore had been Isabella's designated chauffeur for weeks.
She always returned to Rosewood Manor each night, carefully concealing her cohabitation with Nathaniel Blackwood.
Alexander watched her in the rearview mirror.
Despite their increased proximity this past month, she never sat in the passenger seat.