CHAPTER 103: JUSTICE FOR EVA

The internet was buzzing with rage.

After Katherine’s stunt the previous night during the award show, her reputation had already started to crumble. Clips of her behavior spread like wildfire, and the comment sections grew uglier by the second.

"She had the audacity to sleep with a judge just for an award? Shamelessness at its peak."

"A few shameless models slept their way to the top, but this one slept her way to the bottom."

"She deserves every ounce of hate she’s getting. Honestly, she’s not even getting enough."

The internet had already been raging over the footage, but when new clips surfaced—clips of Katherine confessing to having Evangeline Montclair killed and admitting to being behind all of her miscarriages—everything exploded.

The outrage was no longer contained to whispers or private groups. It was everywhere. Headlines. Hashtags. News alerts.

People were furious.

Katherine’s popularity had been dwindling for months, each scandal cutting away the last scraps of her loyal fanbase. Now, she had no one left. No defenders. No sympathizers. Only millions demanding justice.

The mob online quickly turned into a mob outside. Crowds gathered in front of Celestique Entertainment’s building, demanding an explanation. Demanding a press conference. Demanding Katherine be dragged out and forced to answer for her sins.

Inside the company, Celeste ran frantically from office to office, trying to handle the chaos. But nothing she did could stop the storm. The pressure was unbearable.

Alisha, meanwhile, was more than satisfied. Sitting on her couch, she scrolled through her phone, watching the tide turn against Katherine. But the small screen wasn’t enough to feed her satisfaction. She switched on the television, flipping to the live broadcast of the protest outside Celestique Entertainment.

The scene filled her with cold triumph. Still, it wasn’t enough.

She had one more weapon.

On her phone was a recording—the confession from the kidnappers, admitting that Katherine had been the mastermind behind Eva’s death. It was evidence too damning to ignore.

Alisha didn’t yet have a personal social media account, but now seemed like the perfect time to create one.

Within thirty minutes of opening her account, she had gained over two million followers. The anticipation was suffocating.

"This is enough," Alisha murmured, her lips curving as she uploaded the video.

The clip spread instantly, devoured by the masses. Within minutes, millions had seen it. The traffic surged so quickly that her name began trending worldwide.

Alisha had prepared herself for the questions. How had she gotten the video? Why release it now? She had her answers ready. Besides, she wasn’t planning on living as Alisha forever.

Meanwhile, Katherine sat in her living room like a volcano ready to erupt.

Nathan had already left for work, not bothering to check on her. She was almost relieved—relieved he hadn’t noticed the red mark on her face, relieved she didn’t have to answer his questions.

But the relief was short-lived.

The video of her heated conversation with Alisha the previous night was everywhere. Even if Nathan hadn’t seen it yet, he would soon. And when he did, she knew there would be no saving her.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her face pale with fury. She gripped the remote control so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"This wasn’t supposed to happen," she hissed, biting her lip so hard that blood dripped down her chin. "This was never supposed to happen."

Her rage boiled over. With a scream, she hurled the remote at the television. The screen shattered instantly, sparks crackling as the servants nearby gasped in horror.

"Madam, please," one of them pleaded cautiously. "You need to calm down. You’re pregnant. It isn’t safe to move around like this."

Katherine snapped her head toward them, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel. The servants flinched, trembling.

"Get out!" she roared.

They didn’t dare hesitate. In seconds, they were gone, their footsteps echoing down the hall.

Katherine stood trembling, her nails digging deep into her palms. Every attempt to control herself only stoked her fury. And every time she touched her sore cheek, she was reminded of Alisha—Eva.

"Eva..." she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

The doorbell rang. Katherine didn’t move. She simply ordering one of the servants to open it.

A man’s voice came from the entrance. "Is Katherine Cross here?"

The moment Katherine saw the uniforms, her blood ran cold. Police officers filled the doorway, their presence suffocating.

"Katherine Cross," one officer said firmly, "You are to be taken to the station for questioning."

He gave a signal, and three other officers marched forward, gripping her arms before she could react. She thrashed wildly, screaming as they dragged her toward the door.

"I didn’t do anything!" she shouted. "How many times do I have to tell you? It’s all fake! Every bit of it was fabricated to ruin me! It’s not true!"

Her protests fell on deaf ears.

At the police station, Katherine’s stomach dropped as her eyes landed on the one woman she never wanted to see again.

Alisha—no. Eva.

Her curse.

"We meet again, Katherine," Alisha said smoothly, her voice laced with quiet triumph. Her gaze flicked over Katherine’s swollen cheek. "You really should have put some ice on that. Now you just look like a puffer fish."

Katherine’s rage nearly blinded her. Her blood boiled with the urge to claw at Alisha’s face, to finally erase her for good.

"You witch!" Katherine spat. "I should have made sure those men butchered your body before throwing it into the ocean. Then you wouldn’t be standing here now."

Alisha’s smirk didn’t falter. "But you didn’t. And guess what? I’m back."

She turned to the commissioner standing beside her, a seasoned man in his fifties who happened to be a close friend of her adoptive father. Alisha had already explained everything to him, every detail of Katherine’s crimes, and she didn’t have to say much more.

"Your court case will commence in two days," the commissioner said sternly. "With the evidence we have gathered, and with your current behavior on record, it is more than enough to ensure conviction. Prepare your lawyer, Mrs. Cross. No matter what you try, you will be going to jail."

Katherine’s face twisted in rage and disbelief, but there was nothing she could do.