Chapter 140:

Bella was on the verge of a breakdown, her mind racing as she tried to piece it all together.

In a panic, Bella scrambled to delete the post, but it was already far too late. The views had skyrocketed into the tens of thousands, and worse yet, some people had already saved the photos to their devices.

Bella was in total shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. How had the gossip gone from being about Yelena to being all about her?

Who could have done this to her?

As she replayed the events, Bella couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Yelena might have had something to do with it. Yelena’s cold, knowing smile earlier had felt off, almost as if she were plotting something.

But Bella had no proof.

And honestly, she didn’t want to believe it. Yelena was clever, but could she really be behind something like this? Even the best hackers would struggle to pull this off, right?

Bella could only seethe in silence, her frustration bubbling up inside her. She had no idea where to begin unraveling what had happened.

Though she was certain Yelena was behind it all, Bella couldn’t find a shred of proof to back up her gut feeling. It left her with no choice but to swallow her anger and accept the situation as it was.

But how could all of this just be a coincidence? Bella clenched her fists, frustration simmering beneath her skin.

First, Yelena’s scandal hit the headlines and was quickly swept under the rug. Then, just when Bella thought things might settle down, she found herself thrust into the spotlight as the next target. It was simply all too convenient!

In her heart, Bella was pinning this on Yelena. The way Yelena had looked at her, almost daring her to challenge it, only strengthened Bella’s suspicions. The more Bella replayed the events in her mind, the angrier she became.

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But no matter how hard she tried, she found herself unable to act on it.

What really burned Bella was that, despite everything, the scandal she created had barely affected Yelena. Colden’s company wasted no time in clearing the air. They issued a statement swiftly, declaring that Colden had simply shared a meal with a close friend, and that all the rumors were just that—rumors. They even threatened legal action against anyone who kept the gossip train rolling.

As if that wasn’t enough, Colden went a step further, agreeing to a media interview where he made it crystal clear that the woman dining with him in the photo was someone he held in the highest regard. He also urged the public to stop feeding into baseless chatter.

With all that certainty, who would dare keep pushing the narrative? After all, it was just a meal between friends. Nothing more to it. With the air cleared, the scandal was quickly forgotten, and Colden’s concert went off without a hitch.

The venue was packed to the brim, with fans even spilling outside in hopes of catching a glimpse of their idol. It was a night to remember.

During the concert, Colden took a moment to thank someone who had stood by him through thick and thin, especially during his most trying times. As he spoke, a huge screen behind him flashed with Yelena’s face, setting the audience abuzz with speculation. Could Yelena be the one he was thanking, the very person at the heart of the rumors?

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, their cheers echoing through the air. Yelena, however, could only roll her eyes inwardly. “What a showoff,” she thought. As if the chaos around her wasn’t enough to handle already.

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