Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 4

Just as she was about to turn it off, her finger paused.

Three headlines stood out.-

#BREAKING! Ravenshire Group CEO's Secret Romance Exposed! Spotted at the Baron Hotel with Rising Star Isolde Blackthorne. The Two Were Inseparable and Remained Inside All Night!

#Rising Star Isolde Blackthorne Branded a Homewrecker, Viciously Attacked Online!

#Hotel-Gate Scandal Rips Away Ravenshire Group's Facade, Stock Plummets by 10%, Wiping 130 Billion Dollars from the Family's Market Value Overnight.

Isolde?

Vivienne clicked on the main picture. Although the photo only showed the backs of a man and a woman embracing, anyone could see that their intimacy went beyond that of ordinary friends. The light in Vivienne's eyes dimmed as she quickly focused on the other figure, zooming in with her fingertip.

The woman in the picture had long hair cascading over her shoulders and was wearing a form-fitting, seafoam-green dress that highlighted her delicate shoulders and slender waist. Even under Vivienne's critical inspection, she couldn't find a single flaw.

"Isolde. When did someone like her appear in our circles?"

[Ding! New character unlocked! Isolde, the true heiress of the Blackthorne Conglomerate and Alaric's official love interest.]

Vivienne closed her eyes and tapped her forehead gently. "Did I say you could speak?"

The voice fell silent.

She thought for a moment, then tapped her forehead again. "If she's Alaric's official love interest, then what am I?"

[You are Alaric's cannon-fodder ex-wife. You are more beautiful than anyone, but he remains unmoved, staying true to himself until the female lead, Isolde, appears. Then, the ice king finally melts. As the female lead's foil, your purpose is to highlight Alaric's transformation. Your foolish and malicious character traits are a crucial element in advancing the male and female leads' relationship.]

She was speechless.

What kind of brain-dead idiot came up with that headline?!

Vivienne looked with disgust at the high heels she had carelessly tossed beside the lounge chair.

Marissa had been busy when she left this morning, so she had just grabbed a random pair from the closet. What were the odds? They were the shoes she wore at her wedding to Alaric? No wonder Marissa had looked at her strangely. She, too, must have thought Vivienne was still hopelessly obsessed with him.

How could she tell them that the obsession was a thing of the past? Ever since she had moved to the Obsidian Estate, ever since she had started hearing more and more voices, she had let that obsession go.

Vivienne thought for a second, then downloaded a resale app and listed the wedding shoes for one cent.

If everything had a price, then she might as well put a price on that love.