Gabriel was accusing as of plagiarizing the pink diamond necklace I’d worn for Saint Vienne
He’d somehow produced a digital final design dated March 176
The design was almost identical to the necklace I’d showcased
In front of the media, he broke down in tears, daiming So she had burned bridges, solen kis design, and fired him without cause
He never mentioned me directly in his interviews.
But the articles he paid for? They were all about me
Countless YouTubers on his payroll were pushing his “devoted husband” image and “small–town boy makes good”
narrative,
Completely repackaging his former “trophy husband” reputation into that of a passionate, loyal man.
And of course, they didn’t miss the chance to drag me, suggesting the upper class has no true feelings and that I’d betrayed the boy who’d loved me his whole life.
internet sleuths quickly identified me as So She’s actual power holder.
Then they discovered Alex.
loon, rumors about my “inappropriate relationship with Alex were everywhere.
My carefully built public image was smeared beyond recognition.
The online conversation was almost entirely one–sided, supporting Gabriel:
Got rich and decided to cheat? One man wasn’t enough, so you had to get yourself a boy toy?]
Always thought Gabriel was just a kept man, but turns out he’s both passionate AND talented.]
Talented or not, he’s still being manipulated by the elite. Just watch, that Alex guy will take his place soon enough!]
by marketing his exceptional talent and devoted personality, Gabriel quickly gained widespread sympathy.
Within two days, he was practically worshipped.
People were digging up his old designs and analyzing them one by one.
His jewelry pieces became hot commodities overnight.
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Mine Years Wasted–Now I’m Marrying Your Rival
Chapter 6
His total followers across all platforms were approaching 100 million.
Media outlets were fighting for exclusive interviews.
Even the small town where he grew up became an influencer hotspot.
His fame now exceeded what it had been when I was supporting him.
Meanwhile, So’She, now cast as the villain, faced an onslaught of angry comments flooding our official accounts.
People accused us of plagiarism, shamelessness, suppressing talent, and demanded we go out of business.
Some fanatics even stormed our retail locations, vandalizing and looting, forcing us to temporarily close our stores.
The fashion brands we collaborated with, including Saint Vivienne, were also affected, facing boycotts both online and offline.
Due to the negative publicity, So’She’s stock price plummeted for days, alarming the board of directors.
As the person in charge, I received an ultimatum: resolve all disputes within 7 days or resign.
I was desperately trying to locate Alex, who was somewhere in artistic isolation, when Gabriel called:
“Regretting it yet, Sonia?”
His voice was gleeful, clearly enjoying my predicament.
I let out a cold laugh. “I regret not destroying you completely. And I regret ever building you up in the first place.”
He remained smug: “Since you still won’t humble yourself, just wait for So’She’s downfall. Try not to come begging when it happens.”
“Though if you get on your knees and plead, I might consider giving you a position as my housekeeper.”
“Dream on, Gabriel. Go to hell!”
I cursed him out and hung up.
I was furious, of course, but something about that call triggered an inspiration. I quickly sent several files to my
assistant:
“Find those YouTubers Gabriel hired. Tell them I’ll pay ten times what he did. Make sure these details spread as
widely as possible!”
