The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 157

Chapter 157: A Bad plan

The internet was exploding with blame and rumors, with each new comment making the online fight even worse. Anya sat watching it all, shaking her head at how ridiculous everything had become. She knew exactly who was spreading all these lies about her and her

sister Emma - lies that could ruin their names and cause huge problems.

It was their Aunt Gina who was secretly pulling the strings, carefully planning all this mess. Anya could tell Gina was getting desperate, trying super hard to make people suspect Anya and Emma instead of her. But Anya wasn't falling for it.

With a small smile, Anya looked through all the latest accusations on her phone, feeling both amused and annoyed. The claims were so crazy and unbelievable, but somehow more and more people were starting to believe them.

But Anya wouldn't let what everyone was saying change her mind. She knew what was really true, and she refused to get dragged into all the lies and tricks. Seeing what Gina was doing just made Anya more determined to show everyone who was really behind this

mess.

As she kept reading through all the wild stories online, Anya couldn't believe how bold her enemies were being. The lies about Emma, the threats against their mother-in-law - each new story was crazier than the last, but people online were treating every word like it was completely true.

"The person who posted this, what was the threat? I threaten people everyday, it might not be what we think." someone commented under the post.

"Is that what really matters?"

"Should she be threatening her mother-in-law? Is that how a well trained child should behave?" the author of the post commented.

It is God and distance that is keeping her alive. I would have ended

did the

was actually the one making all this drama happen, working secretly to save herself by making other people look bad instead of her. While Anya

had to do. She was going to show these women who thought she was weak that they were wrong. They wouldn't learn their lesson until things got really serious. Fine if that's how they wanted it, she'd play along. Since they wanted everyone to know what they were,

online kept freaking out and fighting. Anya stayed calm through it all. She wouldn't be gster, she wouldn't let them scare her, and the definitely wouldn't let herself get pushed around by comments from people who didn't know what they were talking about. Let them talk. It was only a matter of time before she would answer them. She wanted to know what those who are pushing

sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on her phone

you shouldn't be reading those comments" he urged gently, his

on it." Daniel insisted, his brows furrowing with Coonem. "This were of

a sigh, shaking

I think this

enough. It's time to take action before things

escaped Anya's lips at Daniel's choice of words. "You're probably right," she conceded, a hint of amusement in her voice "Richard, Emma's lawyer, will likely

determined glint in his eyes. "Exactly. We can't afford to wait any longer. We need to tackle this

her expression serious now. "You're right, Daniel. let me make post," she

sat at her desk, her fingers poised over the keyboard as she prepared to make a bold statement. With determination in

media and made

first time seeing all of you who have appeared on my page for the first time. For those who are wondering how my sister, Emma and I inherited our mother's property, you are wondering wrong. We inherited our late mother's property. My Uncle may com property, but that has

wife and her son took over the property and threw my mother and her children out. My sister and I were forcefully separated after she orchestrated a fake kidnapping and the company was passed to her son, Martin Jones. I am not sure what property my uncle has, but I am sure he has left it for his son. He is currently unconscious and true, my sister

little nephew almost killed by that walking corpse, Mrs Smith. If any of you want that family, I can ship you to them, no shipping fee necessary. As for my sister and I, we do not care if Martin Jones or his mother

instantly sparking a wildfire of reactions across social media platforms. Comments and reactions flooded in,

caught wind of it and spread it. There