Morning light shone on the mansion's polished floors as Celeste clutched her phone, her face pale from the onslaught of notifications. Gossip sites and tabloids burned with one another, each headline depicting her as the calculating architect behind Caspian's woes-a photo of her holding old mortgage papers spread like wildfire across social media threaded with accusations of "manufactured foreclosure drama." Her heart raced with every alert that came in, and so she paced the foyer. Each clickbait headline smarted like salt on an open wound: "MYSTERY WIFE MANIPULATES HAYES EMPIRE," "Sleeping Beauty or Cunning Schemer?

Roman came in from the east wing, laptop tucked under one arm, brow furrowed in frustration. "This is spiraling," he told them, voice taut."We have to put things straight. If we do not speak, the story gets teeth." He handed her a typed statement he'd written, imploring her to declare their relationship to the world and knock down the smears. But she was reeling with anxiety. She pictured microphones pushed into her face, unyielding cameras capturing every quaver in her voice, the tenuous alignment with Caspian at risk if the interview went awry.

"Caspian's on thin ice," she said shakily. "One misstep, and Soren turns this into evidence of my interference. I can't afford to make his board position better." She gripped the phone more tightly. Roman bit his lip.understanding her predicament. But the swirl of half-truths lurking on the internet unsettled him. He meshed with public opinion as well as anyone,but he'd seen how fast reputations could be digested, and the situation Celeste was in now had her right in the crosshairs.

As they continued to deliberate, Talia rushed in with alarm on her cheeks.She pointed to an online post by an anonymous user leaking parts of

Hayes Enterprises documents. The files suggested that Celeste had gained access to sensitive data, linking her to industrial espionage. Disbelief crashed over her. "I never touched those files," she said in a whisper,horror seeping into her voice. Roman scanned every page, fury aflame in his eyes. "They've manipulated timestamps, counterfeiting your credentials.Soren must be behind this."

Her throat tightened at the memory of his relentless effort to brand her a manipulative gold-digger. Now, the public was served "evidence" of her infiltration. Her phone buzzed again: casual friends, old friends, sending bewildered messages about these shocking allegations. She shuddered at the weight of so many eyes turned to see her as a schemer bent on bending Caspian's empire to her will.

Roman caught her shoulder gently, voice lowered but firm. "We will expose the forgery," he promised, although he seemed shaken as well by the lengths Soren would go. Celeste swallowed noisily, rallying her remaining courage. But dread was ever present in her ears; the rumor mill never rested, and with each second that passed, Soren's story gained more and more ground, threatening the tenuous strands she and Caspian had fought so hard to keep intact.

Evening light cast warm hues on the garden courtyard where the family convened for a formal dinner. Valentina stepped out onto the terrace,back straight, even though her heart raced. Soren stood apart, amber liquor swirling around the inside of a crystal glass in his hand,confident in the dying light as it drew his shadow in crisp lines around him. Talia and Caspian stayed at the far side, their voices low and worried. Celeste, near a marble balustrade, witnessed the tension rise as Valentina approached Soren with a steeled composure.

Her voice echoed in the silence. "Soren," she said, each syllable trembling

with suppressed rage. "Enough of this charade. Your public smear campaign against Celeste, your secret backroom deals-I'm not sitting quietly anymore." The quiver of a tremor ran through her statement, but she would not be moved. She thought of the animosity swirling online about the allegations and how Celeste had had her back despite Valentina's silence playing into Soren's narrative. No more.

Soren's mouth curved into a slow, mock smile. He took a sip from his glass and then spoke. "My dear wife," he purred. "How dramatic you've become. "Aren't you supposed to deal with Caspian's meltdown instead?"She bristled at his scorn. "The only meltdown Caspian has is the one you're conducting," she retorted. After taking a shaky breath, she dropped her voice. "I have been informed of your mistress, your clandestine allocations."But, if you continue this path of attacking Celeste, I will not hesitate to bring everything to light before the board and the press."

There was a faint flash of uncertainty in Soren's eyes, but the serene man was still there. He allowed the silence to stretch,fully aware that Talia and Caspian were watching from across the manicured lawn. At last, he rummaged in his coat pocket for a sealed folder.He reached it toward Valentina without fanfare. "You wish to threaten me? Go ahead. But make no mistake: These are divorce papers I'm drafting. "I'm going to make them official if you continue to push me under."

Valentina's stomach lurched. She tentatively took the folder, skimming the first page. Her name, rendered in bold letters, signified a brutal untying of their union: assets, debts, even where they lay their heads. He'd written it without her permission, anticipating what shè might do next. A qquiet horror spiraled through her. She looked up, tears welling, and saw nothing but Soren's unyielding stare. Talia seethed, clutching Caspian's arm at one far corner, unsure of whether to step in.

Her voice wavered as she fumbled with the folder. "You're throwing me away like that... after all these years?" He let out a humorless chuckle."You and I both know that loyalty in this family is a one-way street." He swiveled,casting the empty glass into a tray, and marched away,leaving Valentina quaking. At that charged moment, her decision solidified. She could either give in to Soren's demands or gamble everything she'd built-even if that meant making a brave new ally out of Celeste and Caspian.The pulse in her ears melded fear and steely resolution.

As Caspian locked the door to the second-floor study, the mansion's interior burned with muted lamps, and the day's events battered at his composure. The board's reporting, the maelstrom of toxic rumors.Valentina's run-in with Soren -it all loomed like a leaden cloak. Outside the window, his mind ran in tormented circles about Celeste's supposed connection to leaked company papers. Could there be a grain of truth in Soren's narrative? The uncertainty ate away at him, adding to his nagging insomnia.

Celeste stumbled upon him a few moments later, her breath catching at the sight of his tattered posture. Her frustration mixed with empathy tightened her chest. Asshe stepped inside she asked gently, "You good?He turned, bitterness glinting in his eyes. "Define okay," he snapped."I'm drowning in rumor and half-baked evidence, and now these forged papers make you look like a corporate spy." His voice trembled. "I cannot keep up with the chaos."

She choked back a wave of emotion. "'We've survived worse," she reminded him, tone soothing but firm. "You' know I would never do anything to sabotage you. "Really, Soren's pulling all the strings." Though she spoke deliberately, tension coiled inside her. She remembered the torrent of tabloid stories calling her a gold-digger. She was reminded of how Roman found out it had all been staged by Soren. But seeing the

almost defensive posture in which Caspian regarded her, she knew bad faith had already taken root in his mind.

He exhaled a ragged breath. "It's not that I don't trust you," he murmured."But the way Father's voice echoes at me from every direction,telling me that you're exploiting my weakness." He dragged a hand through his hair.fatigue lining the edges of his eyes. "And these images of you meeting Talia and Roman ... how can I deny them while I'm so exhausted?"

The question cut into her heart. A rage ignited inside her, fueled by the indignity of being set up. "Don't let him change your opinion of me," she said, moving closer. "You have to keep your eye on the real threat, not follow the illusions that he creates."

His face flickered with turmoil, the shadow of insomnia thickening on it. "I m tired," he said in a quavering whisper. "I love you , and I'm scared my dad's manipulations were maybe in some warped way true. I need space to think."

Tears stung behind her lids. His doubt stung her like a slap. "Space?" she repeated, summoning firmness to her voice. "While Soren tears down what we have built?"

A tremor ran through him. "I can't see straight." His words tumbled out in frustratíon. "Let me breathe, Celeste." The pain in his voice bit hard.She withdrew, crushed and outraged. At that moment, Talia flung herself through the door, panting, phone raised. She looked back and forth at them,fear on her face. "Soren's charges went public right now," she mentioned. "The media is awash with accusations you leaked documents to undermine Caspian." A shudder of shock ran through them. It just felt like that fragile tether holding them was straining to snap.