Chapter 211: Until Lyse Was Ground Into Dust
Brooke reclined on her plush velvet chaise lounge, a glass of chilled champagne sparkling in her hand, because in her opinion the occasion deserved celebration. The glow from her laptop screen illuminated her face, reflecting the gleeful malice dancing in her eyes and she wished that she could see Lyse crumbled up and broken. She had waited so long to punish her and now that it was here, she could hardly believe it.
She had been replaying the disastrous press conference for the past hour, each viewing even more satisfying than the last. Everytime she played the video, there was another funnier, more humiliating angle she had not seen prior.
Lyse, the picture of composure and polished perfection, had been utterly dismantled. The reporter’s relentless questioning had chipped away at her carefully constructed facade, revealing the cracks beneath. Brooke savored every stumble, every stammer, every flicker of panic that crossed Lyse’s face. It was a masterpiece of public humiliation, and Brooke was the conductor of this symphony of destruction.
She scrolled through the comments section, a wide smile spreading across her face. The internet, as it so often did, had risen to the occasion. Lyse had been the brilliant darling on everybody’s lips and now they did not have enough scorn for her.
"Lyse Van Doren is a fraud!" one comment screamed. "I knew she was too good to be true," another chimed in. "If Levi needs someone to soothe his broken heart, I’m here for him. Lyse never deserved him." Another comment popped up. "I just knew she was nothing but a scheming whore." Said another comment.
The virtual mob was baying for blood, and Brooke was reveling in the chaos. She imagined Lyse curled up in a ball, her carefully curated world crumbling around her. The thought brought a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Now, finally, the diamond was showing the world a flaw, and Brooke was determined to exploit it to its fullest.
She had already prepared for a press conference later in the evening where she would renounce Lyse and tell the world that their angelic princess was nothing more than a lying fraud.
She took a sip of her champagne, the bubbles tickling her nose. This was it, she thought. This was the beginning of the end for Lyse. Levi, surely, could not stand by her after this humiliating fiasco. He was a man of impeccable reputation, obsessed with appearances. The scandal would be too much for him to bear. He would quickly dump Lyse, just as Brooke had predicted that he would. And then, finally, Lyse would have no one to protect her. She would be back in the gutters where she belonged with the rats.