He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 54 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 54

Chapter 54

Camila’s POV Post

I stared at the screen. Roman Blackwell! I could practically picture the smug expression on his face as he typed those words. The man couldn’t resist teasing me, could he?

My gaze shifted to the jacket lying beside me, and I let out a weary sigh. Why was it that the harder tried to avoid owing Roman anything, the deeper I seemed to sink into his debt?

I tossed my phone aside and lay back against the pillows. By late evening, a dull ache had settled in my lower abdomen, reminding me that my period had arrived. Between the cramps and the day’s events, all I wanted was some peace. Unfortunately, peace didn’t last long.

About an hour later, Anabela hurried into the room, phone in hand.

“Camila, have you seen Vivienne Laurent’s latest Instagram video?”

I opened one eye. “No. What has she done now?”

“She’s trying to clean up her image!” Bella sat on the edge of the bed and thrust her phone towards me. “You

need to see this nonsense.”

I took the phone. Vivienne appeared on the screen, perfectly dressed, her makeup flawless. She wore an expression of wounded innocence as she addressed her followers. She claimed she had been misunderstood and that the accusations against her had caused her and her family tremendous distress. Regarding the attempted murder charge, she insisted she would never deliberately hurt anyone and that the truth would eventually clear her name.

Then she moved on to the matter of Julian. According to Vivienne, she hadn’t intended to come between anyone when she married him. She claimed she hadn’t fully understood his previous relationship with me and suggested that whatever had happened between Julian and me was in the past. She even offered a carefully worded appeal for people to stop attacking her, insisting that she, too, deserved happiness.

I watched the video to the end before handing the phone back.

“Impressive,” I remarked dryly. “She’s managed to make herself the victim in a story where someone tampered with my brakes.”

Anabela’s mouth fell open. “That’s what I’m saying! She nearly got you killed, and now she’s online acting like. an innocent woman who’s been unfairly persecuted.”

“She’s trying to get ahead of the damage.”

“And I can guess who’s behind it.” Bella lowered her voice. “The Blackwells and the Laurents. Their businesses have been taking a beating since that police station recording went viral. I wouldn’t be surprised if both families told her to get online and repair her image before things got worse.”

I nodded slightly. It was a reasonable assumption. Vivienne’s scandal had dragged both family names into the mud, and neither family could afford to let the damage continue unchecked. A carefully staged video was the sort of thing powerful people might use to redirect public opinion.

Unfortunately for Vivienne, the comments beneath her post suggested that her performance wasn’t working. Anabela scrolled through them, reading aloud. “So the brake tampering was a misunderstanding, too?“” She swiped again. “Funny how you’re innocent whenever there’s evidence against you.“”

Another comment caught her eye, and she burst out laughing.

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“Nobody is trying to steal your husband, sweetheart. Camila rejected Julian publicly. Maybe that’s the part you keep forgetting.“”

Couldn’t help smiling at that one. The comments kept coming. Some people accused Vivienne of using her family’s wealth to escape accountability. Others questioned why she was discussing her marriage instead of addressing the evidence against her. A few even pointed out that her video contained plenty of emotional appeals but very few actual explanations.

Vivienne had clearly hoped to win sympathy, but the public wasn’t buying it so easily. “Look at this Anabela exclaimed. “She’s actually making things worse for herself.”

“Let her,” I replied, settling back against the pillows. “She can post a hundred videos if she wants. None of them changes what happened.”

“But doesn’t it annoy you? She’s acting as if you’re the woman who ruined her life!”

“Julian and I were over long before all these. I rejected him publicly, remember? If Vivienne still feels threatened by me, that’s her problem.”

Anabela studied me for a moment, then shook her head.

“You’re far too calm about this.”

“What would you prefer? That I spend the afternoon arguing with her on Instagram?”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind watching you tear her apart in the comments.”

I laughed. “Tempting, but no. I’ve got better things to do.”

Besides, Vivienne was doing an excellent job of exposing herself without my help.

Anabela finally put her phone away, though she still looked irritated.

“Fine. I’m not letting her ruin my mood today. I have a Lamborghini Revuelto waiting for me, and I intend to enjoy every second of owning it.”

“Now that’s a much better use of your energy.”

“Exactly!” She sprang to her feet, then pointed a warning finger at me. “But if another scandal breaks, I’m telling you immediately.”

“Of course you are.”

She grinned and headed for the door, leaving me to rest.

I closed my eyes, the faint ache in my stomach still bothering me.

Vivienne could polish her image, buy publicity, and plead innocence to the entire world. But she couldn’t undo her own words or erase the evidence already out there. And I intended to make sure she paid for it.