Filed to story: Billionaire Bride’s Revenge (Vera & Howard)
Meanwhile, Vera, who had been silently watching the livestream, remained unfazed. With a calm demeanor, she uploaded all the recordings and videos she had carefully saved. These clips clearly captured Tricia’s slander and mockery during her birthday party.
The moment the video was released, it quickly went viral, becoming a trending topic once more.
The footage shed light on the entire situation, revealing why Vera had demanded a public apology from Tricia in the first place.
In the video, Tricia came across as arrogant, domineering, and downright malicious-nothing like the helpless and innocent girl she pretended to be in her livestream.
The entire narrative took a dramatic turn.
Just seconds before, Tricia had been smug, plotting how to garner more sympathy by playing the victim. But as soon as she saw the flood of comments filled with scorn and outrage, she was left utterly speechless. Due to the overwhelming interest in the news, the identities of every guest at the birthday party were uncovered, including Chloe, who soon found herself the target of online harassment from enraged netizens.
Tricia’s expression stiffened as she realized the full extent of the situation.
Meanwhile, a slow, satisfied smile spread across Vera’s face as she watched the comment section unfold. She had anticipated a moment like this, knowing that the video she saved would prove invaluable.
Vera did not shrink from the criticism. Instead, she faced it head-on, responding with bold defiance that quickly earned her a surge of new supporters.
The unexpected shift in public opinion took everyone by surprise, especially Lily.
Lily, twisted with acid rage, realized that Vera had kept the video and was using it to her advantage.
Tricia, a pawn in her plans, had become irrelevant. Determined to salvage the situation, Lily was resolved to destroy Vera’s reputation, no matter what it took. Thinking of this, she picked up her phone and called Tricia.
After the call ended, Tricia’s livestream abruptly cut off, and everyone was removed from the room. Yet, the discussion about the event continued to buzz across the internet.
For a brief period, both Tricia and Vera became trending topics, drawing significant attention.
Vera glanced at the now-closed livestream room, lost in thought. Who could have made that call to Tricia? She pondered briefly but chose not to dwell on the question.
Meanwhile, Tricia felt like a cornered animal, desperate and helpless, clinging to Lily, her last hope.
“Lily, what am I supposed to do now? The Guerrero family is teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. If it happens, my father will surely kill me.”
Lily sighed, irritated. She wondered why she had ever teamed up with someone as incompetent as Tricia.
“Draft a fresh apology letter later on and try to regain Vera’s goodwill. Beyond that, you will have to let fate take its course.”
Tricia, despite her usual lack of insight, now understood that abandoning her was not an option. Dabbing at her tears, Tricia gritted her teeth and made a threat.
“You are the one who pushed me into this. If the Guerrero family collapses, I will make sure everyone knows you were behind it. We will all be dragged down together.”
Lily’s expression darkened. Yet, since their conversation was over the phone, Tricia remained unaware of the fury in Lily’s eyes.
She quickly composed herself, concealing her anger behind a calm facade, and let out a sigh.
“Tricia, I have been working hard to find solutions to improve your situation. It’s disappointing to hear you speak like this.”
Tricia, unusually perceptive, clung to her stance. “I don’t care. I went against Vera to support you. You need to come up with a solution for me.”
Lily’s eyes narrowed with anger, but then a new plan formed in her mind. “I might have a way to help you, but it will involve you making a significant sacrifice.”
Tricia quickly inquired, “What kind of sacrifice?”
Their malicious scheme against Vera began to take shape in the secrecy of the night, hidden from any external scrutiny.
While Vera continued to apply relentless pressure on the Guerrero family, she had no intention of driving them to complete ruin.
After a restful night, she was preparing to take the freshly brewed chicken soup and visit Victor at the hospital when her phone began to vibrate incessantly with a flood of messages.
She casually tapped the screen to read the messages, but her face immediately hardened into a grim expression. Tricia had attempted suicide the previous night.
She had left behind a note and cut her wrist. Fortunately, she was discovered in time and rushed to the hospital. However, she remained in the CCU, with the risk of remaining in a vegetative state indefinitely.
Tricia’s suicide note had also been made public. It was filled with repeated apologies to Vera, expressing a desperate hope that her death would soothe Vera’s wrath. She pleaded for Vera to show mercy toward the Guerrero family and give them a chance to escape ruin.
Soon, “Vera murderer” became a top trending topic.
Whether due to the orchestrated nature of Tricia’s dramatic plea or not, it appeared the public’s focus had shifted. The blame was now placed entirely on Vera.
Delmor organized a press conference, visibly broken and shaking as he faced the swarm of reporters and cameras. “I am completely in the dark about the details of this situation. Regardless of the conflict, nothing could justify my daughter’s life being put on the line. If I could go back, I would prefer Vera to have destroyed our company rather than seeing my daughter reduced to this. Vera, is this what you wanted? If so, please return my daughter to me, the daughter she was before.”
Footage from the press conference quickly spread across the internet.
Vera’s gaze turned icy. Tricia, at last, had shown some shrewdness by using this tactic to sway public sentiment. Yet, Vera suspected other forces were orchestrating this behind the scenes.
Her attention shifted to the hospital where Tricia was admitted, the same one where Victor was currently receiving treatment.
Her phone was inundated with messages, but she ignored them, opting to log out and block the negative comments.
Vera concentrated on her drive to the hospital. Yet, as soon as she arrived and stepped out of her car, a shout pierced the air from a nearby crowd.
“Vera’s here. Make sure she doesn’t slip away!”
After the first outcry, the crowd quickly joined in, their voices rising in unison.
“She took a life, and she deserves the same in return!”
“This criminal belongs behind bars, not walking free!”
Before Vera had a chance to process what was happening, the mob swarmed around her, shoving cameras and phones dangerously close to her face. Every pair of eyes burned with fury, fueled by the details of Tricia’s suicide that had been circulated everywhere. After more people viewed the footage she released, a subtle shift in public opinion began to tilt in her favor.
Yet, once the news of Tricia’s suicide spread, Vera became the primary target of the public’s outrage. Even though it was relentless cyberbullying that led to Tricia’s downfall, the online community shifted all the blame onto Vera. This was the cruelest flaw in human nature.
Netizens, feeling righteous, convinced themselves they were seeking justice for the victim. In their narrative, this was about an innocent victim and a villain beyond redemption.
Using her handbag to cover her face, Vera maneuvered away from the blinding flashes and intrusive cameras.
“Move aside, or I will call the authorities!” Her threat fell on deaf ears.
A stern-looking woman with glasses stepped forward, her finger jabbing the air in Vera’s direction. “You nearly drove an innocent girl to her death! Are you just going to walk away without admitting your guilt?”
Vera’s gaze turned icy cold.
Before she had a chance to respond, armed bodyguards suddenly emerged from the hospital entrance. They were dressed in tactical bulletproof gear, wielding submachine guns-a highly trained elite force of bodyguards.
“Cause trouble again, and it will be the last mistake you make,” Samuel warned, his gun raised.