Chapter 53
Silas POV
The message was spreading like wildfire, and the comment section was filled with angry accusation
The park members thought I had killed Rowena. They were cursing me, calling me a monder
The blood drained from my face. This was worse than I thought. The pack believed I had killed her, and now, they were turning again mo
Lena saw my expression and smirked. “Now you see what I was trying to tell you,” she said, her tone almond mocking, “Tos should bare, tiles.
ople are going to come after you. You won’t be able to stay here much longer.”
I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening, “I’m not running,” I said firmly, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Lena raised an eyebrow, her smile widening as if she were savoring my reaction.
“You don’t have to stay here, you know. You could leave with me,” she suggested, her voice low and tempting, “We could disappear.
The pack wouldn’t know where to find us. You could start fresh, away from all of this chaos.”
For a moment, her words seemed to linger in the air, the temptation of leaving everything behind dancing in my mind.
The idea of running away from the blame, from the accusations, from the pain of the past, it was appealing
But I knew it was just a temptation, a trap.
“No,” I said sharply, shaking my head. “I won’t run. I’m not abandoning my pack.”
Lena shrugged, clearly unfazed by my refusal. “Well, suit yourself,” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm.
“But I can’t say I’m surprised. You’ve never been one to think things through. You’ll regret it, Silas.”
I didn’t have time for her games. I turned on my heel, leaving her room without another word.
I didn’t care what Lena said. I had to fix this, before it was too late.
The night air hit me as I stepped into the darkness. The silence was deafening, and my mind was racing
I had to find out who sent that picture. I couldn’t let this ruin everything I had worked for.
I knew I was running out of time.
Without a second thought, I rushed back to my home, my heart pounding in my chest.
Lorelei POV
Three years ago, Branwen and I staged my death, creating the perfect evidence to frame Silas as a heartless villain, and today, I finally released the picture online to ruin his life forever.
The goal was simple, destroy Silas’s reputation and shatter his life.
As soon as the photo went live, the internet exploded with outrage. People from everywhere were sharing it, leaving angry comments under the post.
Thousands of messages poured in, calling Silas a monster, a heartless tyrant, and even worse things.
Some said he didn’t deserve to be a leader, while others demanded he be punished for his cruelty.
The reaction was bigger than I expected, and every word filled me with satisfaction.
I refreshed the page again and again, watching the number of views and comments climb higher and higher.
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The picture was spreading like wildfire, and everyone was talking about it. My plan was working perfectly.
I leaned back in my chair, feeling victorious, a smile tugging at my lips.
I couldn’t help but chuckle softly to myself. This was only the beginning. Silas’s world was starting to crumble, and I couldn’t wait to see him struggle under the weight of his ruined reputation.
“Let’s see how you handle this, Silas,” I murmured to myself.
The sound of the front door creaking open pulled me out of my thoughts. Silas was back.
I quickly sat up straight in my chair, making sure there was no trace of the triumphant smirk I had just been wearing.
Instead, I softened my expression, replacing it with a look of concern, as if I had been worried about him the entire time.
I closed my laptop gently, not wanting to seem suspicious, and glanced toward the door.
His footsteps were heavy, echoing through the quiet house, and I could tell he wasn’t in a good mood.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself to play the caring and supportive role I knew he expected me to be. This was my moment to act, and I wasn’t going to let it slip.
“Silas!” I called, rushing toward him. “You’re back. Did Lena confess? Did she admit to posting the photo?”
He shook his head, his face tight with frustration.
“No. Lena swears she didn’t do it, and honestly… I believe her. She doesn’t have the skills for something like this.”
“Then who?” I asked, my voice soft but prodding.
“I don’t know,” he muttered, his voice heavy with frustration and sadness. He ran a hand through his dark, messy hair, a habit he had when he was overwhelmed.
His broad shoulders slumped, and I could see the weight of the situation pressing down on him.
“It’s everywhere now,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “Every time I open my phone, I see it.
People are sharing it nonstop. They’re calling me horrible things. They’re saying I’m a monster, a tyrant… a murderer, Lorelei. A murderer!”
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