Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Powerless

The aftermath of Valerian’s setup against Blanca unfolded just as had planned.

The headlines spread like wildfire the very next day.

“Scandal Untolds: Bianca Monroe Caught in Late–Night Rendezvous with Mysterious Man!”

“AMN’s Darling Bianca Monroe Faces Backlash After Paparazzi Leak.”

“Caught Red–Handed: Bianca Monroe’s Secret Affair Exposed!”

Every news outlet, every tabloid, every gossip column had her name plastered on the front page. It didn’t take long for the internet to explode.

AMN Apex Media Network, the most influential entertainment conglomerate, was already swarming with speculation. Was Bianca cheating? Was she leading a double life? Publicists scrambled to control the damage, but the photos spoke louder than any PR statement could.

But the most damning part?

The man in the video was a filthy street beggar who was now nowhere to be found.

And Valerian?

He watched the chaos unfold from the comfort of his penthouse, with a glass of scotch in hand, completely unbothered.

Bianca had wanted to play with fire.

She just hadn’t realized who she was up against.

Meanwhile, Bianca’s phone hadn’t stopped ringing.

Calls from her manager. Her publicist. AMN executives demanding an explanation. But she didn’t answer. She couldn’t.

Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the endless flood of notifications. Articles dissecting the scandal, online forums speculating about her downfall, clips of the leaked footage circulating like wildfire. Some headlines called it edited. Others laughed at her disgrace. But the worst were the ones filled with disgust.

“How could she stoop so low?“.

“Bianca Monroe’s career is officially over.”

“Was it drugs? Was she blackmailed? Or is this who she’s always been?”

Bianca let out a shaky breath. Her fingers tightened around her phone and with a sudden burst of rage and panic, she hurled it across the room. The device crashed against the wall and the screen shattered on impact, but the noise outside was louder.

She turned while her heart pounded as she rushed to the window.

The moment she pulled back the curtain, she froze.

A sea of reporters had gathered outside her home. Cameras were flashing, microphones raised, news vans parked along the street. People shouted her name in questions and accusations. Some fans had gathered, some holding up signs of support. But others were jeering, taking pictures, broadcasting her humiliation to the world.

Her breathing grew shallow.

They were everywhere.

Like vultures circling a carcass.

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Her hands trembled as she stepped back front the window, her nails pressing against her lips before she began biting them anxiously a nervous habit she hadn’t done in years.

She knew she had slept with someone else last night. Not Val. But he could have acted as if she had been tricked. As if she hadn’t wanted it. As it she had been forced.

But the video told another story.

It told the truth.

She had enjoyed every second of it. The way she moaned, the way she surrendered so casily… it was all there, undeniable and damming.

But now, knowing who it was, knowing she had given herself to a filthy, disgusting beggar-

Her stomach lurched.

She spun on her heel, rushing toward the bathroom, barely making it before she collapsed in front of the toilet and wretched.

Violent sobs tore from her throat as she emptied the contents of her stomach while her entire body shook from the sheer horror of it all.

This couldn’t be real.

This wasn’t happening.

Tears blurred her vision as she clutched the edges of the porcelain, gasping for breath.

She was Bianca Monroe. The Bianca Monroe.

And now?

She was nothing but a joke.

Bianca gripped the toilet bowl. Her breath became ragged and her body was trembling violently. The acid burned her throat, but the nausea didn’t stop. It wouldn’t stop. She gagged again, dry heaving until her stomach clenched in agony. But no matter how much she wretched, the filth–the disgust–wouldn’t leave her body.

Her mind kept replaying it. The way she moaned, the way she wanted it, the way she had been so eager to surrender to that man.

That beggar.

A scream tore from her lips as she shoved herself away from the toilet, stumbling back until she hit the bathroom wall. She clawed at her arms, at her stomach, at her skin, as if she could scrub the memory away.

No. No. No!

Her hands trembled as she grabbed the nearest object and hurled it at the mirror. The glass shattered instantly and shards rained down like glittering knives. But she didn’t stop. She grabbed anything she could and threw them one after another. The sound of breaking glass filled the room, but it still wasn’t enough.

She tore at her hair, yanking at the roots as sobs wracked her body

“How–how could this happen?!” she shrieked, her voice cracking as she turned to the broken mirror. Her reflection was distorted, fragmented into a thousand pieces of herself staring back at her, mocking her.

Her hands curled into fists, nails digging into her palms.

She had spent years building her image, making sure she was untouchable, desirable, perfect. She had been worshipped by millions, adored by the cameras, envied by every woman who wished they could be her.

And now?

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Now she was ruined.

She let out another broken scream and slammed her fists against the shattered glass, uncaring of the way the shards bit into her skin. Blood smeared against the counter, dripping down her wrists but the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation consuming her whole.

She staggered back, gasping, her mind spiraling further into chaos

She needed to fix this.

She needed to make it go away.

But how?

Her phone was broken. The media was already tearing her apart.-

And Valerian-

Her stomach twisted violently.

Val did this to me. That man did this to me!‘ She thought as she gritted her teeth.

Her glossy eyes darkened and rage boiled beneath the surface of her hysteria.

If she was going down…

She was taking him with her. 1

But Valerian was already ahead of her. He knew Bianca had nowhere else to turn to. She had no allies, no lifelines, except for one person.

Carol Blackwood.

And so, as Bianca plotted her next move, desperate to salvage what little she had left, Valerian had already delivered his final blow.

A gift, just for Carol.

One that would leave her powerless as all of them did to his Noelle