Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 669

[Is Vincent out of his damn mind? He's still hung up on Amelia? Does he actually think he can wedge himself between a happy couple just like that?]

[That's just your classic delusional guy syndrome. Zero self-awareness, unlimited confidence.]

[This is hilarious. He just dumped Gianna and immediately turns around trying to wedge into someone else's relationship as the third wheel. Honestly, anyone who could stay tied to Gianna was never decent to begin with.]

The internet tore Vincent apart without mercy. Meanwhile, Jeremy's side of the story was met with nothing but indulgent, proud smiles.

That carefully planned light-wall confession was still lit up every night, and people could not stop praising it.

It sent waves of envy through female fans, many of whom openly declared they wanted a man like Jeremy.

At this rate, ordinary men everywhere were starting to feel the pressure.

Even thought she stayed holed up at home and barely went out, Gianna had been dragged into the mess without even trying, There was no way she had not seen the news while scrolling on her phone.

She was stuck in an awkward middle ground.

She no longer had money for upscale entertainment, nor could she afford luxury clothes or designer bags.

Yet she refused to blend in with ordinary people and looked down on cheap, mass-market brands.

In the end, she could only rot at home, letting her days slip by.

Every new wave of negative press about Vincent somehow managed to drag her in, too. There was no way she would not be furious.

Those bastards, Vincent and Diana, had kicked her aside the moment she became inconvenient, and now that Vincent was making a public fool of himself, she was being dragged down with him.

Worst of all, it all involved Amelia again.

Gianna was so angry it felt like something inside her snapped.

After days of spiraling, she felt haggard, drained, and unbearably ugly.

And when she thought of her even more unbearable biological mother, the suffocating pressure became almost unbearable.

She hurled her phone onto the couch. The screen slammed into the armrest and cracked into a jagged fracture, just like her mood.

Why? Why did Vincent have to drag her into his filthy mess when it had nothing to do with her?

Why did Amelia get to breeze through life so effortlessly, with a man like Jeremy completely devoted to her?

And what about her? She had once been the cherished heiress of the Nygards. But now, she was reduced to a laughingstock anyone could sneer at.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. It felt like a heavy stone was lodged in her chest, making her dizzy and short of breath.

She had originally planned to wait until she figured out Amelia's schedule before making a move.

Now, she could not wait another second.

Gianna's eyes burned with manic intensity, the vicious resolve she had been suppressing spilling out unchecked.

She grabbed her phone and scrolled to a number she had not contacted in a long time, then dialed it without hesitation.

The call connected quickly. A hoarse voice came through. "You haven't called me in a long time."

Amelia, just wait. This time, it's either you or me.

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