You Deserve To Rot In Prison!

"Isabella claims to be Patricia's goddaughter, but the reality is far more sordid. She's been involved with Julian for ages. It's disgusting."

"Did everyone hear that phone recording? Isabella is pure evil. And she had the nerve to play the innocent victim on the livestream. What a hypocrite."

"Honestly, the real monster here is Julian. That scum cheated on Evelyn. Even after she left him, he stalked her... then he resorted to kidnapping? No wonder he's behind bars."

"Evelyn's silence these past few days makes sense now. She was building her case. After all the lies they spread about her, she's finally cleared her name."

"Patricia and Isabella are utter fools. Someone find their addresses. I've had enough. I need to take action."

The internet erupted instantly, a digital mob hungry for justice. Everyone demanded they pay for their crimes.

Meanwhile, Patricia and Isabella remained oblivious, still celebrating their perceived victory.

"Look at this!" Isabella sneered, brandishing her phone. "It's only been a few hours, and my phone is flooded with calls from blocked numbers. Evelyn must be desperate."

Patricia's lips curved into a cold smile as she scanned her own screen. "It's far too late for apologies. This time, I want her on her knees, begging for my mercy."

Isabella gave a knowing nod. "Evelyn won't hold out much longer. We just need to wait. Sooner or later, she'll crack and beg the authorities to free Julian."

The thought lifted Patricia's spirits. "Let her suffer a while longer. Isabella, come. We're going shopping. You need something stunning for when Julian is released. You should look absolutely radiant."

A blush crept onto Isabella's cheeks. "Thank you, Patricia. You're too kind."

As they stepped outside, a large, restless crowd was waiting. A hushed anticipation hung in the air.

The moment the crowd spotted them, a ripple of tension spread. Murmurs grew into a wave of angry whispers.

"That's them, right? Patricia and Isabella?"

"I saw the livestream. No question."

Patricia and Isabella exchanged a brief, confused look. Probably just reporters sniffing for more dirt on Evelyn.

Patricia stepped forward, forcing a polite smile. "Can I help you all? What brings you here?"

A voice shouted from the crowd. "Are you Patricia and Isabella?"

They shared another quick glance and nodded, their smiles strained.

Before they could say another word, something flew through the air. The impact was immediate.

A rotten egg smashed against them. The putrid stench filled the air as sticky, yellow slime dripped from their hair and clothes. Their screams pierced the chaos.

The slimy mess clung to their skin, the rancid smell turning their stomachs. Isabella stared in horror at her ruined dress. Patricia staggered back, her face contorted with fury.

"Are you all insane?!" she shrieked, her voice raw with rage. "We're calling the police!"

Isabella was equally shaken. She had taken great care with her appearance. Now, she was a disaster—clothes stained, hair matted with filth, looking worse than a street beggar.

She scanned the crowd, her eyes burning with hatred.

But the crowd only grew more aggressive. "You dare threaten to call the police?" someone yelled. "You're the ones who belong in jail!"

The crowd roared in agreement. "That's right! You framed Evelyn and played us all for fools. You deserve to rot in prison!"

"Go ahead, call the cops! We'd love to see you get arrested!"

A wave of icy panic washed over Patricia and Isabella. How did they know? How had the truth about Evelyn gotten out?