Chapter 21
Befuse I went to university, I was always keen on making statement on my public serasions that because of the constant presence of the masses which caused a lot of inconvenience in my private life, I refered the frequency of awh seasons now. After my marriage I gave birth to Emma, alt after that I even disappeared simust completely from each press conderen**
Whether from my personal experience, or from some articles I’d read about pubby peaking, there were a couple of things that work out.
Most importantly, never should that confident smile waver
“Yes, you in the navy blue suit” 1 pointed at one of the journalists who had his hands up
would like to hear your take regarding all the news about you that’s spreading through the internet.
1 let out a small breath before I began to speak. “It might not be so easy to tell a lie apart from the truth, especially when it is being perpetuated in this way, but all of it is false.”
I paused. “I am divorced.”
The effect it had on the room was quite clear. Most of them probably hadn’t been expecting it. I went on with what I’d been saying.
“Everything circulating the internet about me, both malicious and vile, are all a false misinterpretation. And the mastermind behind this is none other than the mistress of my ex husband.“.
“So what you’re saying that it’s all false?” A woman at the front asked.
“Yes,” Melanie nodded. “All of it.”
I watched as they hurriedly wrote down some of what I’d said. Some of the older journalists at the back were staring inquisitively at me.
I tried not to squirm under their gaze. There was a glint of recognition in their eyes as they continued to regard me.
No doubt they must have already pieced the puzzle of my identity together.
“Thank you for your response to the matter, Miss Melanie.” One of the older journalists said.
“Of course,” I smiled. “I’m just glad I get to clear things up to all of you present here and hopefully give you a clearer picture of what it really is
But Miss Melanie,” A young man at the front raised his hand to speak. There was an air of cockiness surrounding him as he spoke.
“Your daughter. Did you really turn a blind eye to the fact that she was being tormented at school?”
My breath hitched at his words. After the initial shock came a cold, icy anger. My eyes remained narrowed on him as he obliviously went on.
“I mean,” he chuckled. “What kind of mother does that make you?”
“Cameron.” An older man warned but it fell on deaf ears.
Another woman seated at the front perked up. “Is that true, Miss Melanie? A daughter who had to go through such things? Did you intentionally hide this from the public?”
The older journalists looked pale as their gaze flickered from the people who had spoken to me.
“My personal affairs are absolutely not some topic of gossip for you.” I said coldly. “You’d do well to refrain from such manner of speech ever again. My lawyers aren’t as kind as I am.”
The man who went by Cameron paled, as he sank back into his seat. It was hard not to revel in the fact that I’d rightfully put him in his pathetic place.
I turned to the woman. “You’re a woman yourself. Bringing another woman down isn’t something to take pleasure in.”
The woman’s whole posture seemed to shrink as I glared down at her. There was only little I could take. I was a noble, and it was evident they’d gotten the message pretty clearly,
A moment passed before I let out a breath. I was about to speak again when someone’s ypice sounded from the crowd.
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Chapter 21
“It’s Miss Melanie who’s back!”
I craned my neck, wondering where it had come from. The reporters began to discuss it among themselves, whispering to each other
All through what they said, I could hear my name being repeated.
“She’s proven over and over again how deserving she is of that title of princess.” One man said.
“So who the hell is she?”
“Who else could she be? The little princess who dared to defend Queen Luna at a banquet hosted by the Alpha King and openly accred the werew countess, where else could there be a second? You won’t find someone as brave as her just anywhere.” Another man chimed in
Their conversation was loud enough that everyone around them heard it.
Someone whispered, “Could she be the Luciano’s youngest daughter?“,
“Hush – stop it now.”
I couldn’t help the grin that fought its way to my lips. It turns out that in the five years since I got married and disappeared, these sharp–tongued journalists still remember me from my glorious days.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see Askhan and Haelor watching me.They looked at me exactly the same way we looked at each other when were younger.
