Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 255

Calvin was drenched in sweat, his panic so overwhelming that he could barely think straight.

He sat there trembling, staring at his computer screen as if it were alive. He started typing desperately, hoping to communicate with the hacker who had just obliterated his digital fortress. He wanted to beg—no, plead—for mercy.

But his attempts were futile. His skills, which he once thought impressive, were laughable in the face of the force he was up against.

Another line of text appeared on his screen, "I've sent everything to everyone you know. If you can't face them, maybe take a stroll to your rooftop. Just a suggestion."

And finally, the hacker typed, "Oh, and good luck in the afterlife." A smiling emoji followed.

Calvin's stomach dropped. The sinister grin on the screen burned into his mind, its cheerfulness more terrifying than any threat.

He screamed in agony, stumbling backward from his chair and collapsing to the floor.

His bedroom door burst open. His parents stormed in, their faces pale with fury. Calvin's father held up his phone, his hand trembling.

"What the hell have you been doing online?" his father bellowed. "Are you trying to ruin this family? You think it's funny to mess around with those sick photos?"

His mother was no calmer. "Your aunt just called—she's seen everything! Do you know what you've done? How are we supposed to face anyone now?"

Calvin tried to respond, but his throat felt like sandpaper. Words failed him.

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Across town, chaos unfolded in homes linked to Calvin's secret group chat.

A furious slap echoed through one household.

A husband roared at his wife, waving his phone like a weapon. "I knew something was going on, but I didn't think you'd actually cheat on me! You're disgusting!"

"No! This isn't true! Please believe me!" the woman sobbed, her voice cracking.

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Rumors that once spread like wildfire through her school and neighborhood began to fade. Whenever someone tried to drag her name through the mud again, it wouldn't be long before they themselves were targeted.

Overnight, incriminating photos of those individuals—equally doctored—would surface online.

The lesson was clear—mess with Carmen, and you'd become the next target.

Slowly, the gossip died down. Carmen didn't need to clear her name anymore. She couldn't care less about it anymore. Watching her tormentors reap what they had sown was infinitely more satisfying than any formal apology could ever be.

Over time, Carmen came to realize just how much Felicia was hiding beneath the surface.

She wasn't just skilled in medicine and pharmaceuticals—she also had hacking abilities that were nothing short of extraordinary.

"Felicia, is there anything you can't do? What other surprises are you hiding from me?" Carmen was impressed by Felicia's hidden skills.

Her usual numb expression finally faded, replaced by a lively smile that made her look more like the vibrant young woman she once was. As she spoke, she playfully nudged Felicia's arm with her elbow.