Chapter 1355
No.1
Haha! Her mask is off! Poisoning models? Sleeping with her sister’s fiancé? Stealing assets? Pure evil!
Look at her kneeling. So much hatred! She played the angel, but now she’s just a dog!
A woman like her should be banned for life! She doesn’t deserve to be a public figure!
Boycott everything she represents! All her ads, all her shows!
Within hours, every brand dropped her. Companies demanded refunds. Producers blacklisted her.
Victoria Kensington was finished.
Meanwhile, Isabella shone brighter than ever. Clips of her canceling the wedding went viral.
She was praised for her strength, her independence.
The comments flooded in:
No.2
Boss Montgomery, I’ll always support you! I love decisive women! Cheaters don’t deserve forgiveness!
She took a huge risk. If this hadn’t come out, she might have ‘accidentally’ died next! Her assets going to Alexander? Terrifying!
Is anyone else heartbroken for her? Other celebrities would cry for sympathy, but Boss Montgomery didn’t shed a tear. She’s always so strong!
SIKR! All Isabella did was remove her veil and accessories. I burst into tears the moment I saw that scene. She must have endured so much pain!
[Everyone knew she was adopted. She never received proper care even as a child. Maybe that's why she rarely shows emotion? No one ever comforted her anyway.]
(Sigh. My heart aches for Boss Montgomery #10086)
The hashtag #Ifeelbad4BossMontgomery trended worldwide. Her popularity skyrocketed overnight.
Brands flooded her with collaboration offers. Production companies sent acting invitations for lead roles, though she'd never acted before.
Even the Celestial Gala committee extended an invitation. The event was in three days. Isabella received three nominations: Most Beloved Female Supermodel, Most Promising Newcomer, and Best Breakthrough Model. She was guaranteed at least one award.
No.3
The Celestial Gala was modeling's biggest annual event. Its global live stream attracted hundreds of millions of viewers. Winning an award here meant instant international fame.
Isabella learned the news while strolling with Oliver in the gardens.
"Isabella, you must get a stunning gown for this event," emphasized Julian. "This is crucial for GoldenPhoenix Entertainment's global recognition."
Though the company had signed A-list celebrities, it lacked prestigious awards to establish industry authority. Competitors already had numerous trophies.
"Don't worry," Isabella replied. "Even if just to provoke Victoria, I'll make sure to dazzle everyone." She smiled imagining Victoria watching from her hospital bed.
Overhearing their conversation, Oliver tugged her sleeve. "Mommy, I'm thirsty! I need a drink."
"Alright, hurry back. I'll wait here," said Isabella, noting his frail constitution needed more exercise.
"Okay!"
Oliver scampered off eagerly. But instead of heading to the kitchen, he dashed straight to Nathaniel's study.
No.4
He snatched the documents from Nathaniel's hands. "Daddy! Your big chance is here! Mommy needs a gown for the Celestial Gala. You have to get her the most amazing dress!"
Nathaniel frowned. A gown?
He immediately grabbed his phone and called Sebastian. "That limited edition D.K gown at auction - is it still available?"
"Yes! The design is absolutely revolutionary! Perfect craftsmanship and utterly unique. I'm bidding for my future wife!" Sebastian gushed excitedly.
Nathaniel's lips curved slightly. "Bid for me instead. I'll transfer the funds."
"But I wanted to-"
Beep, beep, beep!
Nathaniel hung up before Sebastian could finish.
Sebastian stared at his phone in disbelief. Was this really brotherly love? Since when did Nathaniel become so extravagant? That gown would cost at least five billion!
No.5
He texted frantically: [Are you serious? Five billion for Isabella?]
[I'd pay ten billion if necessary!]
Sebastian sighed in resignation. His brother had truly lost his mind over this woman.
Outside, Isabella remained unaware of the mansion's scheming. She waited in the garden, planning her next moves against Victoria. She knew her adopted sister wouldn't stay quiet for long.
Additional preparations were necessary...
Victoria Kensington lay motionless in the ICU bed.
Her head was partially shaved from the scalp injury.
Nine stitches held the torn skin together.
The anesthetic had completely worn off now.
No.6
A throbbing agony pulsed through her skull.
She kept her eyes tightly shut against the pain.
Two nurses moved around her room with cold efficiency.
Their whispers cut through the sterile air.
“She brought this on herself.”
“A scalp wound? How convenient.”
“Most people hit their foreheads against walls.”
“Not our clever Miss Kensington.”
“She’d never risk her precious face.”
No.7
“Calculating witch.”
“Stealing her sister’s fiancé? Her sister’s company?”
“No shame at all.”
Victoria’s fists clenched beneath the thin hospital blanket.
How dare these insignificant nobodies judge her?
She was still a Kensington heiress.
She still mattered.
The door clicked open.
“Leave us,” ordered Eleanor Kensington.