She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 533

Victoria stormed into Blackwood Manor that night, absolutely furious. "Look at what you've done, Rowan!"

"You said you were marrying Sylvia, yet there isn't a single peep about it outside. But the news of you locking Lyra up is everywhere! Rowan, other people might not know what you're thinking, but do you honestly believe your own mother doesn't?"

"Your grand scheme is to make us rush the wedding preparations, only to swap the bride at the altar so the one you actually marry is Lyra. Isn't that right?!"

"Rowan, if you think you can use these tricks to manipulate your parents, you're dead wrong! I will not let you get away with playing us like this!"

Furious, Victoria pulled out her phone and called Mrs. Shaw, who had deep ties with multiple media outlets. "Mrs. Shaw? Please release the news that Rowan and Sylvia Wynter will be married in three months. Spread it everywhere."

Hanging up the phone, she turned back to the living room. Rowan was sitting on the couch with his legs spread, staring coldly at his mother. "Wesley, show our guest out."

Victoria trembled with rage, shouting bitterly, "You've completely lost your mind!"

Rowan didn't bat an eye. "My grandfather is coming."

"I'll listen to him when he gets here."

The rumors about Lyra being imprisoned for a month spread like wildfire through their social circles, each version uglier than the last. People were gossiping everywhere, some even claiming Rowan had already gotten her pregnant.

Lyra locked herself in her room, refusing food and water for days, looking entirely lifeless. Delilah stood outside her door wiping her tears, gently coaxing her for a long time until she finally managed to get Lyra to swallow a few bites of food.

Before the family could even catch their breath, Charles Jameson called, requesting a meeting between the elders of both families to finalize the marriage.

At this point, Delilah had no idea Victoria was still vehemently against it.

Delilah let out a long sigh, her eyes heavy with exhaustion as she gently urged Lyra. "Just marry him. At this point, just marry him."

Lyra's face was as pale as paper, her body swaying slightly. "Marry who? Mom, his family clearly stated he's marrying Sylvia, not me. What exactly are you guys negotiating..."

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