Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 255

Calvin was drenched in sweat, his panic so overwhelming that he could barely think straight.

He sat there trembling, staring at his computer screen as if it were alive. He started typing desperately, hoping to communicate with the hacker who had just obliterated his digital fortress. He wanted to beg-no, plead for mercy. But his attempts were futile. His skills, which he once thought impressive, were laughable in the face of the force he was up against.

Another line of text appeared on his screen, "I've sent everything to everyone you know. If you can't face them, maybe take a stroll to your rooftop. Just a suggestion."

And finally, the hacker typed, "Oh, and good luck in the afterlife." A smiling emoji followed.

Calvin's stomach dropped. The sinister grin on the screen burned into his mind, its cheerfulness more terrifying than any threat.

He screamed in agony, stumbling backward from his chair and collapsing to the floor.

His bedroom door burst open. His parents stormed in, their faces pale with fury. Calvin's father held up his phone, his hand trembling.

"What the hell have you been doing online?" his father bellowed. "Are you trying to ruin this family? You think it's funny to mess around with those sick photos?"

called-she's seen everything! Do you know what you've done? How are we

tried to respond, but his throat

chaos unfolded in homes linked to Calvin's

slap echoed

I didn't think you'd actually cheat on me! You're disgusting!" "No! This isn't true! Please believe me!" the woman sobbed, her voice

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husband, hurling a photo album across the room. "I've given you two kids! And this is how you repay me? You've been sneaking around with her? I want

man, pale and stammering, pleaded, "Honey, it's not what it looks like! I don't even know that

back, thrusting her phone in his face. "Oh

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descended into similar scenes of

or woman, found themselves at the center of their own scandal. The fabricated images, masterfully edited, spread faster than wildfire. Each protestation of innocence was

beneath their feet. For the first time, they experienced what it was

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Carmen's apartment, the