The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1469

“Sabina, care to explain what’s going on?”

“Is the dress you’re wearing real? Where did it actually come from?”

“Sabina, why are you staying quiet?”

The reporters closed in, pressing for answers, their voices getting louder with each question. Sabina froze, her heart thudding in her chest, eyes darting helplessly toward her manager.

Her manager didn’t look much better, pressed against a wall with her phone glued to her ear, talking rapidly with someone from PR. Sweat beaded along her forehead as she whispered as quietly as she could, “Have you reached Jeva yet? Offer them triple. Doesn’t matter what they want, as long as they’ll say Sabina just borrowed the dress.”

She’d do anything right now to protect Sabina’s reputation, even if it meant losing a lot in the short term.

A staff member shot a message back. “It’s too late. It’s blown up on Twitter already.”

Twitter? The word seemed to chill the room.

With shaky hands, the manager pulled up the app. As soon as she saw Jeva’s official tweet, her vision blurred. It had just been posted, and already, it was spreading.

Jeva Official: We have spoken with Madonna, who confirmed she never requested a loan of one of our gowns. In addition, we have received a settlement request from Sabina’s team. Please see screenshots below.

Attached were three images.

The first was a record of ‘Madonna’ supposedly asking Jeva for the dress.

The second was a direct chat with the real Madonna, making it clear she’d never made any such request.

The last was a conversation from a stylist named Kenton, trying to handle things privately.

Kenton must have realized things had gone wrong and panicked, reaching out to Jeva in a desperate attempt to clean up the mess. Instead, he’d handed them everything they needed to prove Sabina had borrowed the gown under a fake name.

Once those screenshots came out, the internet exploded. Angry comments and accusations flooded in. Sabina didn’t even need to say a word—the evidence was out there, impossible to deny.

“Did you start the whole rumor about Emily wearing a fake?”

“You almost ruined Emily’s reputation. Don’t you think you owe her an apology?”

The barrage didn’t stop, microphones pushed so close they almost touched her lips.

“I don’t know... I don’t know anything...”

Sabina’s face was chalk white, her eyes rimmed in red. She pressed her hands to her ears and tried to push through the wall of people, but there was nowhere to go. All her shame and desperation were being recorded from every angle, streamed live to every site imaginable.

Online, it was even worse—a tidal wave of anger and cruelty. Someone had even started trending topics calling for Sabina to leave the industry forever.

The message was clear. There was no place for her here anymore.

In the end, with her manager and staff forcing through the crowd, Sabina finally managed to escape.