Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99 The Clash of Equal Forces

Chapter 99 The Clash of Equal Forces

Elian and Nora were literally bouncing around, their faces bursting with excitement. They kept chatting nonstop about all the crazy stuff they’d played with on the cruise ship, and all the tasty snacks and desserts they’d tried.

As they talked, they glanced back at Ryan. “Hey Ryan, do you think we could tag along on your cruise ship again next time?” Their faces were full of anticipation as they looked at him.

And then, in the blink of an eye, something happened. A figure stepped off the cruise ship, instantly drawing everyone’s attention. It was a girl whose beauty was bright and absolutely mesmerizing.

While everyone else was all glammed up, she simply wore a red off–the shoulder mini dress, the cinched waist showing off her stunning curves and gorgeous silhouette.

Her bold, high–impact beauty was completely bare of makeup, yet her lips were naturally red, and her teeth gleamed white. Her long, blonde hair fell lazily over her shoulders, looking effortlessly casual.

As her hair swayed, they could catch flashes of gleaming, perfect skin peeking through the blonde strands. Her outfit was the simplest thing there, but the moment she appeared, she instantly became the center of attention.

No one could tear their gaze away from her. Every

was locked on her. That face was impossible to forget, instantly name flashed through everyone’s mind.

recognizable. The moment she appeared, White

The reporters instinctively aimed their cameras at her. From below, the flashbulbs kept flickering, and the noise was absolutely deafening. They surged forward like waves rolling in from the sea, one after another, all rushing straight toward Whitney.

All eyes were locked on Whitney, as if she were the only person there. Everyone else faded into the background, extras in Whitney’s spotlight.

Emily hadn’t gotten a chance to be interviewed or shine for the cameras. She became another face in the crowd. The reporters didn’t look her way. She clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with a fierce, dangerous glint.

‘This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, she thought, her mind reeling. She should be the one getting swarmed by reporters, their cameras flashing and microphones shoved in her face, desperate for a word from her.

She should be the center of attention, soaking up all the glory, the star heiress everyone in Roynfort was obsessed with. She was supposed to secure her place in the circle, to be someone everyone recognized.

‘Why is everything turning out so completely different from the way I envisioned? Why does Whitney get to bask in all the buzz that should’ve been mine?‘ Emily fumed.

Emily felt like she was dying inside. Her resentment toward Whitney had boiled over.

Meanwhile, the reporters were going wild, the crowd erupting with shouts and gasps. Following Whitney, another figure stepped off the cruise ship, a tall, slender man, graceful like a model.

Ryan kept his outfit as minimal as possible. His black pants fit snugly, showing off his long, straight legs. He wore a dark red shirt, buttoned all the way up to his throat, accentuating the sharp, prominent line of his Adam’s apple.

It gave him that divine charm, so pure it felt untouchable, yet so dangerously seductive. It made his aloof, otherworldly features look more dreamlike, almost unreal, and absolutely mesmerizing.

That face was honestly legendary. Even the guys in the crowd couldn’t help but stare, totally blown away by Ryan’s looks. What shocked everyone the most was that when Ryan stepped up behind Whitney. The instant their eyes locked. It felt like every spotlight was shining on them. It was breathtaking, like a scene straight out of a masterpiece.

Everyone was stunned to realize that Whitney, standing next to Ryan, the god of showbiz, wasn’t overshadowed by his dazzling presence at all.

Instead, she matched his energy perfectly, holding her own like an equal. They looked so harmonious together, like they were made for each other.

The reporters went absolutely wild, snapping away like crazy, desperate to capture every second of this perfect moment. Ryan lazily raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the blinding flashes with a cool indifference. His thin lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

Then, without missing a beat, he reached out and took Whitney’s hand. “It’s crowded here. Let’s head that way. I’ve got a car waiting for us.”

His hand was cool to the touch, smooth like velvet. It felt surprisingly good to hold. Whitney didn’t give it a second thought. The reporters were absolutely swarming all around them. Everyone knew today was the final day of the live broadcast, so

Chapter 99 The Clash of Equal Forces

they’d all gathered here, hoping to catch them for interviews and footage as soon as the show wrapped up.

Most importantly, the show had been dominating the trending lists lately. It was like it had bought a house on the charts and never left.

Especially Whitney, this total unknown, had exploded onto the scene, grabbing everyone’s attention in no time.

Now, everyone was insanely curious about Whitney. People were dying to dig up her entire backstory, desperate to figure out where on earth she’d come from.

But the internet’s wannabe detectives, those self–proclaimed Sherlocks, couldn’t find a single thing about Whitney’s past. Nobody came out saying they went to school with her. She was so pretty, there was no way they’d forget her if they’d ever seen her. With a face like that, she was definitely the school beauty, no matter where she went.

How did nobody recognize her? Did she get work done or something? Or maybe she never went to school at all? Or maybe her school was so out in the sticks that it didn’t have Wi–Fi?

All sorts of wild guesses were spreading all over the internet. But in the end, it all boiled down to one thing. Whitney was going viral. She was everywhere. She went from a complete nobody to a breakout star.

And what really blew everyone’s mind was that she was the first person who could stand next to Ryan and actually hold her own, matching his aura without being overshadowed.

She was also the first woman to stand beside Ryan and not get roasted by the.

But hate was still fame.

internet. Sure, she had her share of haters!

Whoever managed to get the inside scoop on Whitney would totally own tomorrow’s entertainment headlines. Everyone was hyped and buzzing with excitement.

Whitney had zero interest in wasting her time on these reporters. In her previous life, they were like vampires, latching onto her, draining every bit of life from her, never loosening their grip. After her death, they still refused to let her rest in peace. Back then, all because of the Andersons, Whitney was deep down terrified of these reporters. She dreaded the moment they’d throw out questions she had no way of answering, her heart pounding with fear.

It wasn’t that she didn’t have an answer. She was afraid she’d say something the Andersons wouldn’t approve of. Whitney didn’t like these people at all.

Now, she wasn’t scared of their questions, but she still didn’t want to waste her time on them. And she as hell wasn’t going to let them use her story to help them hit their quotas.

Ryan obviously wasn’t about to stick around and deal with the reporters either. Whitney naturally slipped into Ryan’s car, eager to leave the scene without wasting another second.

As for Henry, Elian, and Nora, they were already public figures. Their whole reason for joining was to boost their visibility. Today, they’d dressed up to the nines, looking sharp and polished, shaking off all the roughness from their time on the island. Wasn’t this exactly what they’d been waiting for?

Meanwhile, after the Real Survival live stream ended, tons of fans who were nearby rushed over, dying to catch a glimpse of their favorite stars up close.

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