Chapter 116
Chapter 116:
A handful of classmates who’d stayed quiet until now finally spoke up, telling the others not to cross the line.
“You’ve never laid eyes on Gabriela doing any of that yourself. What if it’s all just false rumors p>
“Oh, please—what, are you in love with Gabriela? That’s the only reason you’d defend her p>
Anyone who dared take Gabriela’s side was quickly drowned out, their words dismissed before they could gain any traction.
The voices left dominating the chat belonged entirely to those who loathed her, and their attacks grew even more vicious.
Disgust twisted in Gabriela’s gut.
She couldn’t fathom why they clung to such spite, especially when she’d never done a thing to harm them.
This time, she didn’t hold back. Her fingers flew over the keyboard, each keystroke sharp with rage. “What the hell is wrong with you people? Every time you run your mouths, nothing but garbage comes out. Your heads are in the gutter, so of course you see dirt in everything around you—yet you still strut around like you’re better than everyone else. Honestly, I feel sorry for your parents for raising such pathetic, worthless trash p>
Without waiting for replies, she left the group entirely.
Switching to her private conversation with Phyllis, she sent her an audio clip: “Gabriela, from what I hear, your company’s crawling with single guys. They may not measure up to Dustin, but they’re enough for you. Just find anyone who’s halfway decent and call it a day p>
A𝗱dі𝖼𝘵𝘪v𝖾 nо𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘀 𝗈n 𝗀a𝗹ոо𝘷𝗲lѕ.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Those had been Phyllis’s smug words earlier, tossed out while she flashed her diamond ring—a jab meant to sting.
Without hesitation, Gabriela forwarded a video from Grace Robuchon, capturing the moment Phyllis and her friends had falsely accused her of theft. She followed it with a short text: “Don’t you dare bother me again p>
Barely had the message gone through when a sharp knock sounded on her door.
Gabriela opened it to find Phyllis standing there, her expression twisted with hostility. “What the hell do you want?” she asked, her voice cool as ice.
Phyllis’s glare burned with pure spite.
Gabriela’s beauty had always been a thorn in Phyllis’s side—a constant reminder of everything she couldn’t outshine.
She had already stripped Gabriela of her home, her elegant dresses, her delicate hairpins. She had smeared her reputation beyond repair and stolen her boyfriend. Yet the envy still burned.
Gabriela had been torn down to nothing. Yet somehow, she had clawed her way back. Why wasn’t she drowning in shame, scraping by on scraps and other people’s pity?
Instead, she had walked into a top-tier university, stepped into Apex Group, and landed as Wesley’s secretary.
An orphan, living like she belonged to the glamorous world Phyllis could barely touch—how the hell was that possible?
And those eyes—how could they still burn so brightly?
The longer Phyllis stared, the more her rage curdled, her nails digging crescents into her palms.
“What exactly were you trying to say by sending those?” she demanded sharply.
Gabriela’s gaze was steady, her voice low and dangerous. “Push me again, and I’ll make sure your wedding guests get a front-row seat to the real you p>
Phyllis’s smile vanished, her tone turning sharp as glass. “You wouldn’t dare. Remember—your dead mother only gets to rest quietly in the ground because my mother pays for her grave every year. Mess with me, and I’ll see to it your late mother’s peace gets ripped to shreds p>
The words sliced into Gabriela’s chest, freezing her breath. Her gaze darkened, voice low and unyielding. “Leave me be, and I’ll leave you alone. Piss me off, and we’ll both go straight to hell together, you got that p>
Her mother was the one line she refused to let anyone cross. If anyone so much as brushed against that boundary, she’d strike back without hesitation—even if it meant destroying herself in the process.