Chapter 145
Marcus Wainwright was certain his plan was foolproof.
No matter how events unfolded, Isabella Sinclair would take the blame.
With Alexander Kingsley showing no mercy, Marcus wasn’t about to hold back.
He pointed at Evelyn Fairchild, who stood frozen in the corner.
She’ll back me up.
After all, Evelyn had been with Isabella the entire time, witnessing everything firsthand.
His gaze locked onto hers, silently urging her toward the computer.
In Marcus’s twisted mind, this would exonerate him.
He’d come off as nothing more than a reluctant accomplice.
Isabella, however, remained silent, watching, calculating.
She wanted to see what choice Evelyn would make.
Evelyn’s face paled instantly, dread flooding her veins.
The compromising photos Marcus had stored on his computer haunted her.
He’d made it painfully clear—if she didn’t cooperate, those images would be leaked for the world to see.
Yet, Isabella had been nothing but kind to her.
She’d given Evelyn bonuses, defended her against unfair treatment, even taught her how to gather evidence when wronged.
If Evelyn betrayed her now, it could mean Isabella’s arrest—or worse, prison.
She despised lying, but the weight of the situation crushed her.
Trapped between two impossible choices, she felt like she was being torn apart.
After what felt like an eternity, she inhaled deeply, steadying herself.
“I’ll testify.”
Marcus smirked victoriously, his posture radiating smug satisfaction.
“See? I told you! Isabella’s been orchestrating everything from the start.”
But before he could finish, Evelyn stepped forward, her resolve trembling yet unshaken, and pressed play on a recording.
“I testify that Marcus deliberately framed Ms. Sinclair!”
The room fell silent as Marcus’s own voice crackled from the device—his threats from that very morning, a damning confession of blackmail.
Evelyn’s hands shook as she held the recorder, but her voice didn’t waver.
She knew that staying silent would make her just as guilty as Marcus.
“He told me to lie and pin this on Isabella, but the truth is—she had nothing to do with it. Check the security footage. It’ll prove Marcus was the one stealing.”
Her voice cracked as she fought back tears.
“And those photos—”
Before she could finish, Isabella gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Those photos were taken by Marcus, without consent. The evidence is undeniable. Justice will come for him.”
Marcus’s face drained of color, panic replacing his earlier confidence.
“What photos? Ms. Sinclair, stop making baseless accusations!”
But the chill creeping up his spine betrayed his terror.
How did she know about the hidden folder on his computer?
Isabella’s lips curled into a knowing smile.
“The police are already on their way. The evidence is in a folder on your computer—labeled. Care to open it now, or should Mr. Kingsley’s assistant do the honors?”
The subtle threat sent shivers down Marcus’s spine.
He buckled, collapsing to his knees.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen! Please, Ms. Sinclair, don’t call the cops! I’m sorry!”
The photos had already been deleted—unbeknownst to him.
His mind raced, but all he could think about was avoiding prison.
Secretly photographing female employees wasn’t just career suicide—it was social annihilation.
Even if Sophia Kensington pulled strings, his reputation would be ruined forever.
The room erupted in stunned silence, thick with disbelief.
Layers of Marcus’s betrayal unraveled—from stolen perfumes to blackmail, and now these horrifying revelations.
The dam of restraint burst, and voices rose in outrage.
“Marcus, you sick bastard! All those times you hovered around the women—now it makes sense! You were creeping on us the whole time!”
“This is disgusting! And you have the nerve to beg us not to call the police? Unbelievable!”
In reality, someone had already dialed 911 the moment things escalated.
The authorities were closing in.
Marcus realized his plan to frame Isabella had backfired spectacularly—his blackmail and the photo scandal would destroy him.
There was no escape.
If arrested, he’d never repay the millions in damages.
Just the equipment costs alone would ruin him for life.
A criminal record for such behavior meant he’d be banned from the industry—even with Sophia’s influence.
These women had destroyed his life and career!
His bloodshot eyes darted wildly, and with a bitter laugh, he snarled,
“Photos? You women dress like that, flaunting yourselves to tempt us!”
Marcus shot Isabella a vicious glare, as if he’d been wronged or was losing his mind.
He stood abruptly and plugged his phone into the computer.
“Even if I go to hell, I’m exposing every last photo of you!”
Furious, he yanked out his phone.
Evelyn turned away from the screen, squeezing her eyes shut.
