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Chapter 90
“It would be a shame for Ms. Stone if Mr. York plays for the other team,” Jasmine added regretfully. “That would be such a disappointing result now that someone has the prowess to woo Mr. York. Speaking of which, do you think the heir swings the other way?” Serenity replied, amused, “How would I know?” It was just a suspicion on their part, but of course, Mr. York’s sexual orientation would be clear if he ever accepted and married Ms. Stone. However, Serenity couldn’t care less about it. Gossip about Mr. York, no matter how hot, wasn’t something she was interested in. Jasmine, on the other hand, was always in the loop, drawn to every bit of local gossip.
Every so often, Jasmine would babble about the latest big stories, which Serenity would tune out as she focused on her crafting. But today, it seemed Jasmine couldn’t hold back. She rambled on under her breath while scrolling through the news until her expression changed from casual curiosity to deep concern. Not long after, she slammed her phone down onto the cash register, making a loud noise that startled Serenity.
“What was that about, Jasmine? You scared me,” Serenity asked, her voice tinged with alarm.
“D*mn it! This is outrageous!” Jasmine seethed, her face red with anger. She handed her phone over to Serenity. “Seren, is this article about you and Liberty? Your names and a photo are on the news.”
Serenity felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as Jasmine continued. “The two girls in the photo look like you and Liberty. It’s written that all you and your sister ever cared about were yourselves, with no regard for your family. You turned your back on your sick grandmother. Apparently, you haven’t visited your family in over ten years, and now the old lady is sick because she misses her granddaughters dearly.”
Serenity quickly grabbed the phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she read the article. It was a cruel and false narrative designed to destroy her and Liberty’s reputations. The photograph of a younger version of herself and Liberty was included, and the words that followed were nothing short of vile. The article painted them as heartless individuals who abandoned their family, particularly their sick grandmother, who had tried to raise them and support their education.
The most shocking part was the appeal at the end of the tweet, urging netizens to contact Serenity and Liberty so the sisters could visit their grandmother in her final moments. The post, complete with personal details like their names, photos, and even Serenity’s mobile number, was nothing less than an attack. Someone from her family—likely one of her cousins—had posted this, though Serenity couldn’t tell which one.
The lies were so believable. It claimed that the sisters had been absent from the family for years and that they were refusing to visit their grandmother in her time of need. Serenity felt sick to her stomach. Her hands shook as she read through the comments, each one more vicious than the last. The trolls, armed with the information spread by her relatives, tore into her and Liberty without knowing the truth. Their words were sharp, fueled by a misplaced sense of moral superiority, and their cruelty was relentless.
It was clear that the article was paid content, a deliberate smear campaign aimed at ruining the sisters’ names. Though Serenity and Liberty were ordinary people with no public persona, they were now thrust into the spotlight for all the wrong reasons. The message was clear: her relatives wanted to punish the sisters for not bowing to their demands, and they were willing to drag them through the mud to make them pay.
Jasmine could see Serenity’s growing anger and concern, her face hardening as she scrolled through the barrage of hateful comments. “Are you okay, Seren?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.
Serenity didn’t respond immediately. She continued to read, her mind consumed with rage and disbelief. The way her relatives had chosen to attack her and Liberty, without a care for family ties, was beyond ruthless. They hadn’t just smeared her name—they had set a firestorm of cyberbullying in motion.
