The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190 Gianna’s Scheme.

[That Selena–whatever? Music’s ‘dark horse‘? Please. She’s a fraud.]

[Exactly. That voice is straight–up a knockoff of Gianna’s early style!]

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[Her tone and half her tricks are identical to our fairy’s. Go replay the old tracks–you’ll hear it.]

[Selena’s a sham, teaming up with Amelia to bully Gianna, and they know Gianna’s dealing with vocal polyps.]

[Shameless. You know she can’t sing right now, so you copied her to get famous? Don’t they feel even a little embarrassed?]

The pile–on hit the internet like a tidal wave, all venom and copy–paste rage.

And they didn’t forget to drag Amelia in too–accusing her of ganging up with Selena to humiliate Gianna.

For a while, the feeds were a wall of abuse. Clueless rubberneckers jumped in, swinging with the mob.

Selena and Amelia’s socials flooded with filth in the comments and DMs–gross, relentless.

Most of it was stirred up by Gianna’s die–hards–manufactured outrage meant to bruise them both, break them down in public.

They hated watching Selena and Amelia’s follower counts rocket while their idol bled fans.

So they doubled down, determined to make sure the two of them couldn’t work in this town again.

The noise came in waves, pounding at their nerves.

Selena stared at the bile on her screen–hurt, furious.

But Amelia’s calm had settled deep. She refused to be the reason Cloudwave took a hit.

So Selena didn’t bite. She stuck to the schedule.

Shows meant shows. Press meant press. When it was time to sing, she sang. When it was time to write, she wrote.

She trained harder, pushed her range, polished phrasing–wanting the work to speak loud enough to drown the junk.

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Chapter 190 Cianna’s Scheme

Meanwhile, some of Selena’s saner fans started pushing back.

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[Plenty of singers sound alike. Stop dragging that snake into everything. She can’t do anything without the family bankroll.]

If the Nygards didn’t keep propping Gianna up, she’d be nobody.]

[Let’s be real–she’s still nobody. Zero growth on her part.]

Even with real fans defending, paid bots and promo mills kept the fire stoked. No matter what Amelia’s and Selena’s supporters said, the stain wouldn’t wash out.

As days passed, the dogpile only got meaner. A lot of fans–and even random passersby who’d already forgotten Gianna and Vincent’s mess–shifted their focus completely.

Now it was all “Selena’s a fake.”

People went back to Gianna’s old songs and, yeah, their voices were close.

It was almost like they were the same person!

Even a few industry types admitted something felt off.

And the heat did what heat does: Gianna’s old tracks climbed the charts again.

Everyone started replaying her debut cuts–nostalgia hit, and they lapped it up.

A full–blown throwback wave rolled in.

At Nygard Entertainment.

“Not bad. Was this your idea?”

Marcelo eyed Gianna like she’d finally grown a brain.

PR and the execs had been sweating ways to bury Gianna’s scandal and clean up her image.

But now, not only had the scandal been buried, Gianna’s old songs were blowing up again.

The nostalgia bump was hitting hard.

“Yes. I told you I’m learning. I want to take some weight off you. I really am trying.”

Gianna practically floated with pride at the praise, acting all cute and sneakily fishing for more compliments.

“You really did a good job this time.”

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For once, Marcelo nodded. “It’s the perfect time for us to ride the wave–pull your numbers back up.”

Gianna’s eyes lit up instantly. She asked excitedly, “Marcelo, so what should we do next?”

“We take our time and play it smart. First, while momentum’s hot, we press Amelia. Then we sink Selena.

“We can sue her–claim she’s deliberately impersonating you, violating your personal rights. Leave the legal stuff to me–I’m good at that.”

Marcelo had always been a smooth operator–cold and calculating. With leverage on the table, he wasn’t about to let it pass.

To achieve his goals, he could twist truth and lies until they were indistinguishable–turning darkness into virtue, dressing falsehood up to look honest.

Distorting facts, spinning the story, calling night day–no one did it better than him.

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