Despite the man’s confession reversing his previous statement, a significant portion of Kayla’s fans and other netizens refused to believe him. The sudden shift in his stance made them skeptical.
“How does a man go from accusing Rina to suddenly defending her in 24 hours?”o9
“She probably paid him off. The timing is too suspicious.”
“Rina has finally bought her way out of this. What’s new?”
The hashtags #RinaIsAWitch, #RinaIsAManipulator, #RinaIsEvil, and #RinaIsAHeartlessFriend surged to the top of trending lists. The internet was once again divided, and Kayla’s camp felt victorious.
“We’re back in control,” Damien smirked, taking a sip of his drink as he scrolled through the hate comments directed at Rina.
Kayla, lounging on the sofa, smirked. “Of course, we are. People believe what they want to believe. And right now? They want to see Rina suffer.”
Just as they were about to toast to their small victory, Damien’s phone buzzed with a notification. His smirk vanished instantly.
Kayla frowned. “What?”
Damien opened Twitter, his fingers trembling. “Something just dropped.”
Kayla grabbed her phone, refreshing her feed. And then-
A voice recording from an unknown source had just been leaked.
The Recording That Changed Everything
As the audio began to play, the entire internet froze.
Kayla’s voice came through the speakers, cold, sharp, and unmistakable.
Kayla laughed, a bitter, humorless sound. “You think I’m going to confess to anything just because you asked nicely?”
“Oh, I think you will. Because deep down, you’re just dying to take credit for all the pain you’ve caused me.”
“Fine. You want the truth? I instigated the scandal that destroyed your reputation. It was so easy-one little rumor and everyone believed you were nothing more than a fraud. And your ex-husband? He was never yours to begin with. He came to me willingly, Rina.”
“What about my child, Kayla?”
“That was an accident. But I’m not sorry for it. You didn’t deserve to be a mother. And as for your little comeback attempts, every failed deal, every closed door-you can thank me for those too.”
“And the kidnapping?” Rina pressed, her voice icy.
“Yes, I orchestrated that too. I wanted you to suffer, Rina, to feel as small and helpless as you made me feel. You’re nothing without your perfect face, your perfect life. You’re just a shell, and I wanted to break you.”
“And now you’ve lost. You’re sitting in this cell, and I’m free.”
Kayla sneered. “You think this is over? Think again. I’ll get out of here, Rina, and when I do, I’ll finish what I started. You should be watching your back.”
The recording ended.
Silence.
Then-complete and utter chaos.
The internet exploded.
“Wait… what did I just hear?!”
“That’s Kayla’s voice! SHE ADMITTED IT!”
“She framed Rina???”
“Did you hear that laugh? So cold and frightening.”
“Kayla was lying this whole time!?”
“How is she going to explain THIS?”
Within minutes, the hashtags changed:
#KaylaExposed
#JusticeForRina
#KaylaLied
#ApologizeToRina
The very fans who had defended Kayla turned on her instantly.
“We really believed her? We were out here attacking Rina for NOTHING?”
“I feel so stupid for supporting Kayla.”
“Rina, I’m so sorry. We should’ve believed you.”
Bloggers, journalists, and influencers scrambled to cover the breaking news. TV anchors were replaying the audio on repeat.
And just like that-Kayla Reese began to collapse.
In Kayla’s penthouse, the champagne glass slipped from her fingers, shattering against the marble floor.
Damien’s face was drained of color as he kept refreshing his phone. “This… this isn’t possible.”
Kayla’s breaths came out shaky, her mind racing. “Who… Who leaked that?!”
Before Damien could answer, Kayla’s phone rang.
Her father.
She hesitated. Then, with trembling hands, she picked up.
“Dad-”
“YOU LIED TO ME?!” Chairman Reese’s voice was pure fury. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”
Kayla flinched. “Dad, I-”
“THE board is demanding an emergency meeting. Investors are pulling out. The entire company is at risk because of you!”
Kayla tried to control her breathing. “Dad, I can fix this-”
“FIX IT?! the world knows you lied! you framed rina! and now you expect me to clean up your mess?!”
Tears pricked Kayla’s eyes. “Dad, please-”
Click.
He hung up.
Kayla stared at her phone, her vision blurring.
Damien was still in shock, staring at the screen. “Kay… We’re done.”
Kayla’s hands curled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. No. No, no, no.
This wasn’t over.
She refused to let it be. Her mind raced. Her father had abandoned her, the internet was turning against her, and her once-loyal fans were eating her alive.
But she wasn’t going down like this.
Her hands shook as she turned to Damien. “Set up a live stream for me.”
Damien hesitated. “Kayla, I don’t think-”
“NOW!” she snapped. Her breath was ragged, her face flushed with panic.
Damien sighed but obeyed. He grabbed his iPad and started the setup, his hands moving quickly as he activated her ring light, adjusted the camera, and checked the streaming software.
“You’re live,” he muttered.
Kayla sucked in a deep breath, wiped her face, and, in an instant, her tears began to fall. She pressed the ‘Go Live’ button, and her face filled the screens of thousands of people around the world.
“Please… please, listen to me,” she sobbed.
Viewers poured in immediately.
The chat was already going wild:
“LIAR.”
“TURN OFF THE CROCODILE TEARS.”
“YOU WERE CAUGHT RED-HANDED, KAYLA.”
“SAVE IT.”
But she didn’t let it shake her.
She sniffled, wiping at her tears with trembling fingers. “I don’t even know where to start. I… I have been blindsided, just like all of you. I swear to you, that voice recording was manipulated. That was NOT me.”
The chat exploded.
“GIRL, PLEASE.”
“So now it’s fake?”
“It literally your voice.”
“Does she think we’re dumb?”
Kayla hiccupped, her lips trembling. “I have always considered Rina a friend. I would NEVER do this to her. I- I am being framed, and I swear on my life, I will prove it.”
She held her hands to her chest, her body shaking as she spoke. “I understand why you’re all angry. I would be, too. But please-please give me a chance to clear my name.”
More people tuned in.
#KaylaClaimsInnocence began trending. Some of her die-hard fans started speaking up again.
“What if this really is a setup?”
“The internet moves too fast; what if we got it wrong?”
“Maybe we should hear her out? I mean, why would a wealthy heiress like Kayla be jealous of nobody Rina Powers? Doesn’t make any sense.”
For a brief moment, Kayla felt a flicker of hope. Maybe she could still turn this around.
But then-
BOOM.
Another breaking news alert flashed across multiple blogs.
A video had just been released.
And this time, it wasn’t just audio-it was full video footage of Kayla in her jail cell, looking cold, smug, and ruthless.
Her own confession. Her lips moved words for word, matching the audio recording. There was no room for doubt, no way to spin it.
BOOM.
The video cut off-but the damage was done.
Back in her penthouse, Kayla’s live stream froze for half a second before the chat went completely insane.
“EXPLAIN THIS, KAYLA!!”
“GIRL, WE JUST SAW YOU ADMIT TO EVERYTHING.”
“YOU ARE A MONSTER.”
“DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT.”
“The audacity of this woman.”
“Kayla is a monster.”
“Imagine framing someone just because you were jealous.”
“She was so comfortable lying. Just look at her face-she doesn’t even feel guilty.”
“I can’t believe I ever supported her. Unfollowed on everything.”
Within minutes, Kayla lost over a million followers across all social media platforms.
Hashtags calling for her complete boycott flooded the internet:
#BoycottKaylaReese
#CancelKayla
#KaylaIsOverParty
#JusticeForRina
Brands that had once proudly partnered with Kayla scrambled to distance themselves. Sponsorships were dropped. Contracts were terminated.
Even her so-called “die-hard” fans abandoned her.
Kayla stared at the screen, her tears stopping mid-sob.
“What…?” she whispered.
Just then, Damien BURST into the room, his face ashen, his iPad clutched tightly in his hands.
“Kayla,” he panted, his voice trembling. “We’re finished.”
He turned the iPad towards her, playing the video.
Kayla watched herself on screen, watched her own lips move, watched her own voice confessing to everything.
Her blood turned to ice.
“NO! THIS CAN’T BE REAL!” she shrieked.
Her live chat was flooded with hate.
“DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT.”
“DISGUSTING HUMAN BEING.”
“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO RINA???”
“GET OFF THE INTERNET.”
Kayla’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Her hands dug into her scalp, her nails scraping against her skin.
“NO, NO, NO! THIS IS FAKE! I WOULD NEVER-”
CLICK.
Her live stream ended abruptly as Damien cut the feed.
“STOP,” he hissed. His hands were shaking. “Just STOP. We can’t fix this anymore.”
Kayla’s ears were ringing. The room spun around her.
This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening.
But the truth was staring her in the face.
She was ruined.
And for the first time in her life, Kayla Reese had no way out.
Then suddenly, she turned around frantically like a mad woman. “Grab your passport and mine, we’re leaving.”
“What?” Damien asked confused.
But before she could even reply, her door burst open.
And standing there-was the police.
“Kayla Reese, you’re under arrest.”
MEANWHILE
As the public crucified Kayla online, the business world followed suit.
The Reese Group, once a powerhouse in the country was now in free fall.
Stock prices nosedived, dropping to record lows in a matter of hours. Investors pulled out in waves, no longer wanting to be associated with the scandal. Clients withdrew deals.
The company went into instant bankruptcy.
Back at the Reese estate, the once-proud matriarch, Mrs. Reese, watched the disaster unfold on live television.
Her hands trembled as she clutched her chest. “My daughter… my perfect Kayla…”
Before anyone could react, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed.
Screams filled the mansion. The maids rushed to her side, shouting her name, but she was completely unconscious.
At the same time, in his private study, Mr. Reese sat frozen.
His phone rang nonstop-investors, board members, business partners, all demanding an explanation.
His empire, the one he built for his daughter, was crumbling before his eyes.
He clutched his chest, a sharp pain stabbing through his heart.
The last thing he saw before his vision blurred was the headline flashing on his TV screen:
“BREAKING: Reese Group Faces Imminent Collapse After Kayla Reese’s Shocking Confession!”
His body slumped forward against his desk.