The Truth Comes Out

The jewelry launch was supposed to be a big celebration. The businessmen—Kelvin, Simon, and Mimi's father—were all excited. They thought they were about to reveal a successful new collection.

But they didn't know what was coming.

The showroom was filled with reporters, photographers, and important guests. The walls shimmered with elegant decorations, the tables were adorned with golden centerpieces, and soft music played in the background. It was a grand event, meant to impress investors and make headlines for all the right reasons.

Lights flashed as cameras captured every moment. Models walked onto the stage, showcasing the jewelry designs. They wore long gowns, their necks, wrists, and fingers sparkling under the bright lights. The audience clapped, impressed by the beauty of the collection.

I sat in the back, watching. My hands clenched into fists as I saw my own designs—my work—being paraded in front of everyone. They had stolen them straight from my book.

They thought they could erase me. They thought they could profit off my talent without consequences.

They were wrong.

It was time for payback.

I turned to Clara, who sat beside me, holding my picture book. She nodded, knowing exactly what to do.

Clara stood up and stormed to the front of the room. Her heels clicked loudly against the floor as she moved with purpose. She raised the book in the air and shouted, "This is theft!"

The room went silent. All eyes turned to her.

Some guests gasped. Others exchanged confused glances. The journalists, sensing a scandal, immediately pulled out their notepads and cameras, ready to capture every detail.

"These designs," Clara continued, flipping through the pages, "were created by Bella! This company stole them without permission!"

A murmur spread through the crowd. The atmosphere shifted. The admiration on the guests' faces was replaced with doubt and curiosity. People started whispering.

Simon's face turned pale. He looked shocked, as if he had no idea. He quickly stood and stepped up to the microphone. "I… I apologize. I had no knowledge of this." Without another word, he left the stage, walking away from the disaster.

Mimi's father grabbed the microphone next. His hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his tie. "I was not responsible for the designs," he said quickly, washing his hands of the issue. His voice was cold, distant, as if he wanted to separate himself from the scandal as fast as possible.

The room was tense. All eyes were now on Kelvin.

He was the last one standing.

Sweat dripped from his forehead. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"My wife, Bella, gave me permission to use these designs in my business," he said, his voice steady.

I smirked. Liar.

At that moment, I pressed a button on my phone.

A loudspeaker crackled to life, filling the room with Kelvin's voice.

"I never loved Bella," his recorded voice said. "I only married her for the business."

Gasps echoed through the hall.

Reporters scribbled down notes furiously. Cameras flashed even more. The murmurs turned into loud discussions. Some guests even stood up from their seats, shocked by the revelation.

Kelvin's jaw tightened. He grabbed the microphone, his knuckles white. "That recording is taken out of context!" he shouted.

But I wasn't done.

I turned on the giant screen behind him.

Pictures appeared—photos of him and Mimi, kissing, meeting in secret, laughing together. The images told a story of betrayal. There was no way he could deny it now.

The room erupted into chaos.

Journalists shouted over each other, taking photos and recording the scandal.

Kelvin's face turned red. He grabbed the microphone again. "These photos mean nothing! They're fake!"

But no one believed him.

His entire image—the perfect husband, the brilliant businessman—was shattering before his eyes.

He looked at Mimi, expecting her to step forward, to defend him.

But she didn't.

Because I was in her body. And I had no intention of saving him.

Instead, I folded my arms and watched him crumble.

Then, something unexpected happened.

Mimi's father stood up from the background, his face filled with anger. He pointed at me—no, Mimi

"This is your fault!" he yelled.

I couldn't believe him, "What?" How is it my fault??

"You have embarrassed this family! You have ruined everything!" he shouted. His voice was sharp, filled with disgust. "Do you know how much damage you have caused?"

I was speechless.

"From today, you cease to be my daughter," he said coldly. "You are no longer part of this family."

"Fine," I whispered. "If that's how it is, then I'll leave."

But before I left, I had one last thing to do.

I slipped into Mr. Larkin's—Mimi's father's—office unnoticed.

The room smelled of expensive cigars and polished wood. The walls were lined with bookshelves, filled with thick legal books and framed awards. On his desk, there was a glass of whiskey, half-finished, next to his computer.

Moving quickly, I turned on his computer and searched through his files.

And then I found it.

Documents. Emails. Bank transactions.

Information—secrets—things he had hidden from the world. Things that could destroy him if they ever got out.

I copied the files onto a flash drive, tucked it into my pocket, and left without looking back.

As I walked out of the building, the night air hit my face. The echoes of the chaos inside the showroom fad

ed into the background.

As the night ended, one thing was clear.

Kelvin was ruined.

And I?

I was just getting started