He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 285

Some instinctively covered their mouths, whispering the word promiscuous to one another.

"What nonsense are you spewing!"

Evelyn was shaking with rage. She stepped to the edge of the stage, pointing furiously at Madeline.

But Madeline ignored her completely. Seizing the moment, she pulled a massive stack of photos from her designer bag.

She hurled them violently toward the stage, her movements fueled by raw malice.

The glossy white photos scattered everywhere like a snowstorm, catching the harsh glare of the lights.

The guests nearest to the front bent down to pick a few up, gasping the moment their fingers brushed the images.

The bribed reporters swarmed like sharks smelling blood in the water.

They aimed their lenses at the photos on the ground and at Sienna on the stage, firing off shots wildly. The sound of camera shutters merged into a deafening, frantic clicking.

Camera flashes strobed relentlessly, hitting Sienna's face again and again, washing out her complexion.

The photos featured Sienna in various settings, caught on camera with both Lucas and Grant.

Every single photo had been meticulously selected for its angle and edited to make totally normal interactions look ambiguous, leaving plenty of room for scandalous imagination.

Sabrina rushed forward right on cue, wearing a fake mask of panic, reaching out to block the cameras.

Yet her foot accidentally kicked the most crucial, clearest photo right into the center of the media's lenses.

That photo showed Lucas and Sienna in the Sullivan garden, standing shoulder to shoulder under the moonlight, their fingers intertwined.

"Madeline, please don't do this, my sister... she and Mr. Lowery are just friends. She didn't mean to betray Grant..."

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