Chapter 1364
No.1
“Seraphina! I’ll ruin you! You’ll pay for this!” Her eyes burned with murderous rage.
Her stance was aggressive, fueled by pure hatred.
The deep gash on her back from the mastiff’s attack needed immediate medical attention.
It meant she would miss the Celestial Gala.
If she didn’t show up, her awards would be given to someone else.
She couldn’t bear the thought of Seraphina attending in that stunning gown.
No. She had to attack. She aimed for Seraphina’s face.
Meanwhile, Seraphina remained completely calm.
She held up her phone, watching Seraphina’s frantic charge.
“Go ahead. Hurt even one hair on my head, and I’ll post this immediately.” Her voice was icy. “The whole world will see how you, Seraphina Delacroix, set a mastiff on me and then fell into a sewage tank. A little reminder: attempted assault can land you in prison for a year.” She was already logged into her social media, finger hovering over the post button.
Seraphina froze mid-charge.
No.2
Her expression twisted into something ugly and horrified.
Seraphina had recorded everything.
If that video got out, her career was over.
This was the first time she had ever felt such consuming hatred. It was agony.
“Seraphina! You’re pure evil! I will never forgive you! Never—”
“Ugh. Stay away. You smell like a sewer. Disgusting.” Seraphina rolled her eyes dismissively.
She turned to walk away, her posture radiating arrogance.
After a few steps, she paused and glanced back. “Oh, and I can threaten you once, I can do it again. Cross me, and this goes viral instantly.” A satisfied smirk played on her lips before she finally left.
Seraphina stood rooted to the spot, trembling with fury.
She was so angry she felt physically ill.
Not only had Seraphina humiliated her, but she’d left with another threat.
No.3
Was she trying to destroy her completely?
Powerless and seething, Seraphina clenched her fists until her nails dug into her palms.
“Argh!” She screamed her frustration into the empty air.
She would make Seraphina pay. She swore it.
Evelyn Sinclair followed behind Seraphina, utterly in awe.
Under that immense pressure, Seraphina had handled the mastiff and turned the tables completely.
She had exposed Seraphina’s true, hideous nature.
Evelyn finally understood why Nathaniel Blackwood was so captivated by her.
The red carpet for the Celestial Gala was swarmed with hundreds of paparazzi.
Supermodels began their grand arrivals.
Major live-streaming platforms broadcast the event to millions.
No.4
In her hospital room, Eleanor Kensington turned on the television.
She watched intently, waiting to see if Seraphina would keep her promise.
Victoria Kensington’s eyes were glued to the screen.
One supermodel after another made their dazzling appearances.
A faint, cold smile touched Victoria’s lips.
It was 6:50 PM.
The red carpet would end in ten minutes.
Seraphina was nowhere to be seen.
Haha! Victoria felt a surge of vicious satisfaction.
She pictured the mastiff tearing into Seraphina.
Eleanor noticed her expression and mistook it for discomfort. “Victoria, you should rest. This might be upsetting. I’ll turn it off.” She reached for the remote.
No.5
Victoria stopped her quickly. “No, Mother. It’s fine. My sister was right. I need to face my mistakes. Watching her succeed at such a big event makes me happy for her. It helps me feel better. Let’s keep watching.”
She needed to witness Seraphina’s absence herself.
She wanted to hear the announcement that Seraphina was in the emergency room.
Eleanor, unaware of her daughter’s true thoughts, believed she was being genuine.
She smiled and settled in to watch with her.
Suddenly, a wave of excited gasps and shouts erupted from the television.
A paparazzo’s voice cut through the noise, loud and clear. “Look! Who is that?”
Isabella Montgomery’s phone buzzed softly on her lap.
A new message glowed on the screen.
Nathaniel Blackwood: (Focus on your awards. I’ll handle everything else.)
Her brow furrowed slightly.
No.6
How had Nathaniel discovered what was happening?
Three more notifications chimed in quick succession.
Nathaniel: (If I fail to save your brother, you may take my life.)
Nathaniel: (Trust me.)
Oliver: (Don’t worry, Mommy! Daddy and I will deal with the bad people. We’ve got your back! Bring home lots of trophies—Momo wants to see them!)
A wave of emotion washed over Isabella.
No one had ever stood behind her like this before.
Not in her entire life.
It felt… good.
Really good.
If Nathaniel said he would handle it, he would.
No.7
There was nothing Nathaniel Blackwood couldn’t solve.
She typed a quick reply: (Okay.)
Then she settled back into her seat.
Outwardly, she was the picture of calm.
Meanwhile, in a private hospital room…
Victoria Kensington had the awards ceremony streaming on the television.
Eleanor Kensington had stepped out briefly.
Half an hour ago, Seraphina Delacroix’s assistant had informed her—the plan had failed.
Worse, unless something major derailed the event, Isabella would soon be on that stage.
Accepting awards that should have been Victoria’s.