Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Lilian yelled at Sean,“This is all your fault! I told you years ago that we should have gotten rid of her and her good–for–nothing mother. Then we wouldn’t have all these issues now.”

Things had been going south for Lilian lately. Her son was laid up in the hospital, not getting any better, and she didn’t want to trouble her daughter. So, she took out her frustrations on Sean, day in and day out.

Sean was growing weary of the constant nagging.

Rachel, with a clouded and inscrutable expression, said, “Lilian, Sean, I’m going upstairs first.”

She got up and made a phone call.

“Kris, I need a favor. I need you to dig up some dirt on a woman named Quintessa Young. She’s recently returned to the country. I want to know exactly when she got back, who she’s been seeing, and especially if she’s had any contact with Tyrone, the heir to the York family. Just find out and name your price.”

After the call, Rachel’s hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Sometimes a woman’s intuition is eerily accurate. The moment Rachel heard Quintessa was back, she immediately thought of Tyrone.

Tyrone had ignored her in the past, but a month ago, he’d suddenly turned downright hostile to her.

Rachel couldn’t help but link the two together.

If Quintessa had managed to ensnare Tyrone again, what would she do? How would she ever marry into the York family?

Panic, fear, and hatred churned in Rachel’s heart. She had to do something, anything, to destroy Quintessa.

She shakily created several burner Twitter accounts, leaving posts everywhere.

All of them smeared Quintessa:

[I know Quintessa; she used to be my classmate. She’s the illegitimate daughter of the Young family. She is a seductress, just like her Mom, a notorious homewrecker. She’s gone after friends‘ boyfriends, sisters‘ fiancés, I even heard she made a move on her cousin’s guy. A woman like that, no telling how many men she’s slept with to land that role.]

After posting, Rachel knew it wasn’t enough; her comments were like pebbles tossed into a river.

Doing it alone wasn’t working; she needed to hire an online brigade.

She was determined to tarnish Quintessa’s reputation beyond repair, making it impossible for her to find a foothold back home.

The press launch for “Whispers in the Wind” went smoothly. Tyrone had developed a habit of scrolling through Twitter.

Because Quintessa had joined Twitter. She had a few hundred thousand followers–not a lot, but not few either.

Quintessa’s first tweet was a selfie on set with her crew, and the comments below were filled with adoration.

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Tyrone sneered inside: Goddess? She’s more like a sly vixen.

With a grunt, he clicked on the picture and hit “Save.”

Scrolling through the comments, he saw the attacks on Quintessa, calling her a man–stealer, shameless, claiming any guy could have her.

Tyrone’s eyes narrowed, and he let out a cold laugh. The smear campaign had begun, and it was gaining momentum. Quintessa was being maligned even before she became popular.

Yet, it seemed Quintessa didn’t care. She kept updat

her posts and appeared to be in high spirits.

Tyrone checked the trending topics and spotted #SnowRevealsRomance# that had been on the charts for days. And he clicked on it.

Upon opening it, Tyrone became instantly agitated.

He rapidly scrolled through Snow’s Twitter, growing increasingly furious with each photo.

Don’t think he couldn’t recognize that little demon just because there are no full–face shots.