Chapter 166
Chapter 166:
“My name is Farley Moreno. I once served as the assistant to Ms. Nanna Haynes, the former CEO of the Haynes Group. She wasn’t just a remarkable leader—she was a devoted mother who cherished Gabriela like the most precious thing in her life. When Gabriela was only eight, tragedy struck. Ms. Haynes was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Knowing her time was short, she entrusted her younger brother, Josh, with Gabriela’s care. She even paid off more than thirty thousand in gambling debts for his wife, Marie—hoping that kindness would buy Gabriela a lifetime of peace p>
Pausing for a moment, Farley’s jaw tightened. “After Ms. Haynes passed, Marie took over the Haynes Group and used her position to frame me for embezzlement. I had no way to fight back and I was forced to resign. It didn’t end there. She sent men to break my right leg and warned me to stay far away from her affairs. She thought that by cutting down everyone who’d been close to Ms. Haynes, she could finally sleep easy. What she never knew was that I kept a copy of Ms. Haynes’s will p>
His hands shook as he held the document up to the camera. The words were clear, stark, undeniable. “Haynes Group is to be temporarily managed by Josh Haynes. Once Gabriela Haynes reaches the age of twenty-two, the company must be returned to her, unconditionally p>
The title of the video flashed across the screen: Gabriela’s Late Mother’s Will. It was Gabriela’s own choice—a deliberate spark to ignite the flames. She’d be a fool not to ride this wave, especially when it was her story to tell.
And it worked. The moment the video went live, the internet lit up. Shocked viewers flooded the comments, sharing and reposting until the story began to spread like wildfire.
Meanwhile, Wesley had eyes everywhere. The moment the video crossed his desk, he didn’t hesitate. One call, and the clip was flooded with paid traffic, catapulting it straight to the top of the trending list.
Within hours, the video wasn’t just viral; it was the most talked-about thing online.
𝗟a𝘁eѕ𝘵 𝘤𝗵𝖺𝗽𝘵𝘦r𝗌 о𝗇 𝗴𝗮𝗅𝗇o𝗏е𝗹ѕ.𝖼o𝗆
Little Bell’s follower count exploded by hundreds of thousands, climbing by the minute. Sensing the momentum, she struck again.
The second video opened with a scene that hooked viewers instantly. Tyler, a debt collector with a gravelly voice and a scowl, addressed the camera, demanding repayment from Marie. “You’ve been carrying these gambling debts p>
“For sixteen years, Marie Haynes. And we’re not even asking for interest, just the damn principal. Consider it a favor p>
Tyler held up the IOU, then laid bare his father’s ruin, using it as a stark warning about the grip of gambling. The proof was unshakable. Sixteen years ago, Marie hadn’t just been a gambler; she had been drowning in debt. The one who’d thrown her a lifeline, covering every last cent, had been Gabriela’s mother, Alanna.
When both videos finished their circuit online, a strange hush fell over the internet. It was the silence before the backlash—the collective pause when millions of people realized the story they’d been shouting about was wrong. An hour ago, Gabriela’s name had been spat like poison. People had hurled every insult in the book. Some had even planned to track her down in person, certain they were on the side of justice.
The videos hit the internet like a slap that echoed, leaving the mob stunned and off-balance.
An influencer with fifty million followers cut straight to the bone. “Phyllis and her family were liars. On her live stream, she claimed Gabriela was trying to steal her home. That was a lie. The house they were staying in was Gabriela’s to begin with. Yet Phyllis still dared to play the victim. That’s not just shameless; it’s rotten p>
Then came another blow. Gabriela’s high school teacher stepped forward and posted, “Gabriela was an extraordinary student. When her aunt refused to pay her tuition and even tried to have her expelled, she worked part-time to cover her own fees. She sat for the college entrance exam with a fever and still earned a place at Okburg’s top university, Rutherford University. I wanted to help her more back then, but her aunt was too domineering. All I could do was offer small, discreet aid. I still regret not doing more p>
This post spread like wildfire, reshared again and again, each repost twisting the knife into Phyllis’s public image.