Bought to Save Her Grandmother

Bought to Save Her Grandmother(260)

Chapter 260 A Love-struck Boss?

Heather’s frustration grew with each passing moment as she scrolled through her phone. The videos and recordings that had surfaced were like daggers aimed directly at her. Despite her initial attempt to control the narrative with her tearful post, the backlash had quickly turned against her. The videos that were now circulating were enough to destroy the carefully constructed image she had spent years building.

She had expected sympathy, even admiration. But instead, she was bombarded with anger and disbelief. The public’s perception of her had crumbled in an instant. The videos were damning, and the recordings between her and Erik revealed a side of her that she had desperately tried to hide. The ruthless, vindictive woman she had been in private was now exposed for the world to see. The comments poured in, many of them condemning her actions and calling her out for her hypocrisy.

As much as she tried to contain it, her mind kept racing back to Byron. He had issued the statement that had initially hurt her, but now it seemed like he had been the one telling the truth. The fact that he had mentioned her open-mindedness about her private life, though it had infuriated her at first, now seemed to have a twisted ring of truth to it. The videos that had surfaced only confirmed his words.

But the worst part of all this wasn’t the videos or the online shaming—it was the realization that Byron had been right. He had walked away from her, not because of some business marriage, but because of the truth she had worked so hard to bury. She had been the one who couldn’t let go, who had manipulated the situation to keep him close. But in the end, she was the one who had made herself unworthy of his love and trust.

Desperately, Heather continued calling people, begging for them to delete the videos and recordings, but deep down, she knew it was futile. Once something went viral on the internet, there was no taking it back. Every trace of her attempt to salvage her image was slipping away, and all she could do now was watch as her world unraveled.

Her phone buzzed again, and this time, it was her mother calling. Heather’s heart sank. She had hoped that her mother would be the one to shield her from this mess, but deep down, she knew her mother was likely just as angry as everyone else.

Without answering, Heather threw the phone down on the couch, her head falling into her hands as the weight of everything hit her all at once. How had things gone so wrong? She had been so close to securing the life she wanted, the life she felt she deserved. And now, everything was slipping through her fingers like sand.

She couldn’t understand it. How had Byron, the man she thought she knew so well, moved on so easily? And how had Athena, the woman who had once been nothing more than a subordinate, become the center of his life? The thought of Athena with Byron made her stomach twist in jealousy, but at the same time, it made her wonder if there was some truth to the accusations against her. Had she been so blinded by her own desires that she had lost sight of everything that mattered?

As Heather lay back on the couch, the phone buzzed once more. This time, it was a message from one of her assistants. The message read: “The rumors about Athena are spreading fast. You need to prepare for more fallout. There are even whispers that she was forced into the relationship with Byron…”

Heather’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly read through the message, her thoughts racing. If the rumors about Athena being a “substitute” were true, it could give Heather an opportunity to shift the narrative. But it also meant that she might have been played all along. Would Byron, in his twisted sense of romanticism, have used Athena to fill the hole left by his first love?

As the situation continued to spiral out of control, Heather knew she had to act fast. She couldn’t let Athena win. But how could she fight back when everything she had done had only brought her further down? The question gnawed at her as she tried to come up with a plan—any plan—to regain her footing.