But the evidence that Lauren had bribed Calvin to frame her was irrefutable, witnessed by dozens of industry leaders. So, just as Lauren’s fans were screaming about a conspiracy and demanding an investigation, the truth hit them like a slap in the face.
【Lauren would never do something like that! I don’t believe it!!】
Her fanbase was in chaos. They had idolized her for being a brilliant, noble, and aloof goddess. Now, not only had her talent been utterly eclipsed by Anastasia, but her entire persona had been exposed as a sham. It was too much to accept.
But denial was useless against cold, hard proof.
Anastasia watched in real-time as a mass exodus of Lauren’s followers began. Some of the most devoted fans, feeling betrayed, did a complete one-eighty, turning the venom they once aimed at Anastasia directly onto their former idol.
The deeper the love, the more vicious the hatred.
A smile played on Anastasia’s lips as she scrolled. After a while, she set down her phone, picked up a small trowel, and headed for the garden to tend to her herbs and roses.
She had barely reached the door when a strong arm wrapped around her waist.
“Where are you going?” a deep voice rumbled above her, followed by a soft kiss on the tip of her ear.
Anastasia shivered and turned, holding up the trowel with a grin. “Just going to check on our roses.”
“Dressed like that?” Harrison tugged at her thin sweatshirt, his expression darkening. “Who said you could go outside?”
She glanced down, realizing that while her thermal shirt and sweatshirt were fine for the climate-controlled house, it was winter outside.



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