My name is Alexa Stevens. On the fifth anniversary of my marriage to my husband, Kevin Foster, when he should have canceled all work, he showed up at Haley McCoy’s show. Haley had just announced her official return to the country, and he immediately drafted a divorce agreement, demanding I hand over all shares, or he’d make my entire family disappear! The next day, I invited all the city’s media and held a press conference to expose and sell Kevin’s secrets. “Congratulations to Moore Group for successfully acquiring the ‘Exclusive Video of a Top Rich Heir and His Supermodel Friend’!” “This ‘Rich Heir’s Contact List,’ I’ve decided to give for free to my friend with the ID Sword Action.” “And as for the ‘HD Photoshoot of the Rich Heir’s Sister,’ consider it a little treat for everyone.” The press conference was buzzing, the entire internet was lively, and the live stream viewership reached tens of millions. Kevin and the Foster family rushed over and knelt on the spot, begging me to stop. But I directly revealed my trump card. “Next, let’s welcome Kevin’s biological father to unveil the mystery of his origins.” ***** It’s been three hours since Kevin sent the last message, and the dishes I carefully prepared have lost their color. I held the phone, the call log filled with his number. Suddenly, a news alert popped up: [Supermodel Haley McCoy spotted at a fashion show with a mysterious man, showing intimate interaction]. The photo was blurry, but just one glance left me completely disheartened. The Patek Philippe on Haley’s wrist was the one I had specially customized for Kevin. When he said he was busy, was it to watch the show with her? I smiled and downed the rest of the red wine in my glass. It was late at night when Kevin finally came back. He glanced at the dishes on the table and my outfit, without a trace of guilt in his eyes. He walked toward me, carrying the scent of Chanel No. 5, Haley’s favorite fragrance. “You’re still awake, good, saves me the trouble of waking you up.” He coldly pulled out a document and slapped it on the table. “Sign this.” Seeing it was a divorce agreement, my heart sank sharply. “Is it because of Haley?” He paused, his tone still cold. “Good that you understand, saves me from having to explain.” I looked up at him, seeing his dismissive attitude. My eyes reddened as pain and resentment tore at me. I said, “Kevin, our five years of marriage can’t compare to just one word from her?” This time, he finally looked me in the eye. But those once gentle eyes now held only disgust. “Alexa, what do you think you are? How dare you compare yourself to Haley?” “You know exactly why you married me. Stop pretending to be sentimental here!” For five years, I tried my best to fulfill my role as a wife, but in his eyes, it was just a facade? Five whole years, even raising a dog would build affection, yet all he feels for me is disgust? At this moment, I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave, my blood seemingly frozen. “I won’t sign,” I said. My answer instantly angered him. He slammed me onto the table, his voice cold and vicious. “Alexa, you’ve enjoyed five years as Mrs. Foster. You should be satisfied. Don’t push your luck!” “If you don’t sign, the Stevens family will disappear from New York tomorrow!” My gaze fixed on the wedding photo on the wall; his gentle image in it only highlighted his current ferocity, shattering the last shred of hope in my heart. “I’ll sign,” I said, closing my eyes, my voice hoarse. After I signed, his expression immediately softened. “Since you’re being so obedient, you can stay here a few more days.” After speaking, he grabbed the agreement and hurriedly turned to leave. I smashed the wine bottle against the wedding photo, watching the crimson liquid stain Kevin in the picture. I sent a message to a number. [Derek, inform the media, press conference tomorrow!] Early the next morning, dressed to the nines, I arrived at the venue Derek had arranged. Only about a dozen media outlets showed up at the scene. I got straight to the point, “Media friends, please start your live streams and boost the traffic now. Today’s content will definitely not disappoint you!”
Everyone was puzzled but still followed the instructions. As rows of cameras pointed at me, I smiled slightly and said, “Good morning, everyone. Today’s press conference is a bit special. We’re not launching a new product but revealing Kevin Foster’s secret.” Since it was morning, the audience across all live streams was sparse, totaling just over a hundred people. But as my words ended, the live chat instantly became lively. [Who is this woman? She looks pretty stunning!] [The wife of Kevin Foster, heir to New York’s top family, the Foster family. You don’t know her?] [But what does she mean? Are they fighting and using us as their emotional trash can?] [Sensationalizing, what nonsense?] Looking at these comments, I chuckled softly. “I need to correct everyone; I’m no longer Kevin’s wife. Last night, we officially divorced, and I left with nothing.” The media was shocked, and so were the comments. [Really? Could it be just for hype?] [Yesterday was their fifth wedding anniversary, how did they suddenly divorce? Could there be some hidden reason?] [The Foster family has a billion-dollar fortune, can she really give up everything? I don’t believe it.] Facing the doubts, I didn’t explain and simply continued, “Although I chose to leave with nothing, I still need to find a way to make a living. Next, I will reveal a few secrets about Kevin. If you’re interested, you can bid.” I playfully winked. But the netizens were completely stunned. [What does that mean? A press conference turned into an auction?] [Is she out of her mind from the shock? Coming up with such a way to make money.] I gave a signal to the person Derek arranged and then spoke, “I’m sure everyone is familiar with the international supermodel Haley McCoy, right?” “She has quite an extraordinary relationship with my ex-husband!” As my voice trailed off, the big screen suddenly displayed a pair of stunningly long legs, tightly wrapped around a man’s waist. Amid the panting and moaning, the camera slowly panned up, revealing two faces—Kevin and Haley! The screen froze on this scene, and it felt like the entire venue was paused too, followed by an uproar. “Mr. Foster,” “international supermodel,” and “marital affair”—the combination of these three keywords created a truly shocking sensation. The number of viewers in various live streaming platforms skyrocketed, and the stream arranged by Derek surged to 900,000 viewers and kept climbing! Apart from the overwhelming comments, dozens of big shots started showering gifts like crazy. [I’ll pay one million dollars for the video. I’m Mary Wilson from Aura Jewelry.] [I’ll offer five million dollars! Send me the video, and I’ll transfer the money immediately!] [I’m Owen Harris. I’ll offer twenty million dollars! Who dares to compete with me?] As soon as Owen’s name came up, everyone else immediately gave up bidding. Of course, I recognize him, the heir of the Harris family, who has been openly and secretly competing with Kevin for many years. I smiled and replied, “Alright, Mr. Harris. I’ll send you the HD content right away, along with a few exclusive portraits as a bonus.” Owen didn’t disappoint me. Within ten minutes of getting the video, it had taken over all major social platforms. He even openly mocked Kevin in a post, [Mr. Foster, would you like to endorse our company’s adult products?] Below was a photo captured of the two during their intimate moment, with their company’s product Photoshopped onto it. The male and female leads of the video quickly got the news and started calling me like crazy. I looked at the alternating calls and pointed the camera at them. “It seems our leads are a bit upset. Could it be they think my filming wasn’t professional enough?”
Although the scandalous photos spread like wildfire, the Foster family, being the top wealthy clan, quickly quelled the public uproar and launched a swift counterattack. [Kevin and Haley were maliciously face-swapped.] [Alexa willingly signed the divorce agreement but went back on her word.] Headlines like these suddenly emerged. Under the guidance of behind-the-scenes manipulators, uninformed netizens instantly turned against them. [Whoa, I almost got fooled by this woman!] [Exactly, Mr. Foster’s status is so distinguished, how could he possibly be secretly photographed? Ridiculous.] [This woman clearly didn’t get any money, driven by revenge, truly vicious!] Haley’s hardcore fans went completely overboard, directly cursing and insulting me and my family. I expected all of this. If they didn’t fight back, it wouldn’t achieve the result I wanted. I said, “It seems Mr. Foster isn’t quite satisfied with my gift? Don’t worry, the show is about to begin.” I bent down to open the safe at my feet and took out a heavy leather file folder. “Inside is Mr. Foster’s list of acquaintances.” “Over the years, he has seized residential land, manipulated real estate prices, and ruthlessly profited off the public, all relying on this group of powerful individuals. I think I don’t need to elaborate on the value behind these names, do I?” If what I mentioned earlier was a scandal, then what I just said is outright illegal news! After tens of seconds of dead silence, the livestream erupted into a frenzy of discussion. The online viewers skyrocketed, surpassing five million, with even multiple official accounts joining to watch. Doubts followed. [Nonsense! How could a woman like you get hold of the core secrets of a family as powerful as the Foster family?] [I think she’s just here to scam money! Causing such a scene, let’s see how she ends this!] Even Owen, who just bought the video, was full of doubt. [That’s the lifeblood of the Foster family! How could Kevin let you access something like that? You better stop while you can.] I still didn’t explain and directly had someone release a few pictures. Kevin supported a radiant middle-aged man as they walked out of a high-end club. That man was Bryson Welch, the director of the City Planning Department. Just as someone questioned what this could prove, the sound of their conversation played. “Mr. Welch, the best-located villas in the north of the city have been transferred to your nephew’s name. You can check them out when you have time.” “Kevin, I just love your efficiency! Rest assured, that piece of land can only belong to the Foster family.” This recording instantly left everyone speechless. Moments later, the big shots in the livestream started bidding wildly again. [I bid fifty million dollars!] [Fifty million dollars? Dream on! I bid one hundred million dollars!] In no time, the price skyrocketed to a staggering two billion dollars. As I was enjoying the show, an account named “Sword Action” caught my attention. I clicked on its profile and discovered it was the official account of the Bureau of Investigation. I was already aiming to take down the Foster family, so instead of selling to capital, handing these evidences to the relevant authorities would be faster. With my mind made up, I slowly spoke to the camera, “Sorry, everyone. A mysterious user just offered me an irresistible deal. So, I’ve decided to hand over all the evidence to them.” After speaking, I sent all the evidence of the Foster family’s illegal activities through the channel provided by the other party. After finishing all this, I picked up the still vibrating phone and answered the call. Kevin’s furious roar came through immediately. “Alexa, you bitch, where did you get those things? Delete them right now! Do you hear me? Or I won’t let you off!” I teased, “Mr. Foster, everything you said has been heard by millions of viewers. Say hi to everyone!” There was a pause on the other end, followed by an extremely suppressed voice saying, “What exactly do you want?” I said, “Don’t you know what I want? I want the Foster family to disappear completely!”
An hour later, media reported that over a dozen enforcement vehicles entered the Foster Group headquarters, taking away almost all the senior executives. The entire group instantly fell into chaos, with nearly half the employees resigning or switching jobs. At the same time, Foster Group’s stock price plummeted drastically. All the names mentioned in the records were taken for investigation. The power structure of New York’s elite is about to change drastically. As the protagonist, I am leisurely scrolling through Foster Group’s updates and netizens’ comments at this moment. My phone keeps vibrating, but the caller has changed from Kevin to his family. I accidentally answered a call from Kevin’s mother, Audrey Foster. That usually elegant and noble woman was now hurling insults. “You shameless woman! When has the Foster family ever wronged you?” “Let me tell you, you think you can destroy our Foster family like this? Dream on!” “We will never let you go! You’ll die a horrible death!” I was already familiar with her character, so I wasn’t surprised. The viewers in the livestream, however, were quite surprised. Turns out, even wealthy ladies from prestigious families curse just like common shrews. I said, “Instead of saying all this, you’d better learn how to beg first.” She wanted to say something else, but I directly hung up the phone and blocked her. Facing the camera, I said, “Everyone, what you just saw was merely an appetizer. What comes next is the real secret of the Foster family.” Hearing my words, the viewers who were about to leave instantly perked up. Even that level of scoop is just an appetizer? How explosive must the main course be? With such anticipation, the number of viewers in the livestream didn’t decrease but instead surged, heading toward tens of millions. At this moment of widespread attention, my livestream was suddenly shut down, and the entire venue’s signal was directly cut off. I immediately called Derek and found out that the Foster family had hired top hackers with a hefty sum to forcibly cut off my livestream channel. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fixed within ten minutes,” Derek’s voice was calm and confident. I had no doubt about his abilities, so I got up and went out for some fresh air. When I came back, the livestream had already resumed. Strangely, the media in the audience were looking at me with somewhat unusual expressions. I was puzzled and looked at the livestream; the viewer count was skyrocketing. But to my surprise, the netizens who were cheering for me just moments ago had suddenly turned to insults. The comments were filled with all kinds of words slandering me. My heart sank as I quickly opened the trending searches on my phone. I saw that Kevin had posted an article ten minutes ago. The article claimed that he and Haley had been together since childhood and were already engaged. It accused me of using despicable means to drive them apart, create misunderstandings, and then blackmail him with private matters to force him to marry me. After marriage, I relied on the Foster family’s power to act arrogantly and was obsessively controlling towards him. If he didn’t answer my calls, I would smash things at home. In the end, he couldn’t take it anymore and filed for divorce, but I demanded half of Foster Group’s shares. When he refused, I started holding press conferences to maliciously smear him. The lengthy article, nearly ten thousand words, portrayed him and Haley as star-crossed lovers, while I was painted as the venomous woman who tore them apart. At the end of the article, the sentence “As long as you stop in time, I won’t blame you, I still love you.” became the ultimate bait to manipulate readers. In just a few minutes, the comments exceeded a million, filled with sympathy for Kevin and Haley, and curses and insults directed at me. [This kind of woman is terrifying, Mr. Foster is truly unlucky to have met her!] [Let’s all stand together and seek justice for Haley!] [I support Mr. Foster and Haley getting married.] Looking at these twisted words, I couldn’t help but laugh. It seems I’ve been too kind to him. This time, I directly put a set of bold and provocative photos on the big screen. The audience in the live stream was instantly captivated. [Who is this beauty? Her figure is amazing!] [Alexa is my goddess from now on. Anyone who dares insult her will have to deal with me!] [Wait, isn’t this Mr. Foster’s sister, Lena?] [Don’t talk nonsense. How could a wealthy heiress take such photos?] Everyone kept arguing until Owen cleared it up for them. [That’s right, this is Kevin’s younger sister, the well-known socialite in the circle, Lena Foster.] A wealthy heiress? A socialite? Putting two completely opposite terms together made everyone’s minds freeze. Seeing everyone’s confusion, I finally spoke, “I suppose you’re all curious about why Lena ended up like this? Then we have to start with her background.” “An hour later, I will unveil this wealthy family’s secret.”
After an hour of buildup, when I went live again, the viewership instantly surpassed 30 million, and the livestream room crashed several times due to traffic overload. All the big shots in New York, including everyone from the Foster family, were glued to their screens, waiting for my story. When the livestream finally stabilized, I didn’t reveal the truth right away but started telling a seemingly unrelated story. “In New York, there’s a story that goes like this. “There was a prestigious family with a century-old legacy. By this generation, only two brothers remained. The elder brother and the younger brother had completely different personalities. The elder went into business, while the younger disliked constraints and pursued diverse interests. “During a horse racing accident, the younger brother suffered injuries to his lower body, losing the ability to have children. The elder brother, unwilling to let him face the blow, had the doctor alter the diagnosis. “Later, the elder brother entered into a family-arranged marriage, while the younger brother married a girl from an ordinary family and was very happy. “Ironically, during their interactions, the elder brother fell in love with the younger brother’s wife. One night, after drinking, he lost control and violated her. “From just that one time, she became pregnant. The younger brother, completely unaware, thought it was his child and was overjoyed, treating his wife with even more love. “His wife wanted to confess several times but was stopped by the elder brother. This secret was kept for twenty whole years! “Poor younger brother, unknowingly raised his elder brother’s child for twenty years.” “At first, everyone was a bit confused, but as I explained, they increasingly felt this was the true portrayal of the Foster family!” “But that absurd story is truly hard to believe.” “Everyone had a vague suspicion in their hearts, but no one dared to uncover the truth.” “At that moment, my phone started vibrating like crazy. Calls from the Foster family members came one after another. I didn’t answer but placed photos of Lena and Kevin’s father, George Foster, together, followed by a paternity test report from New York Hospital.” “The test results showed that George and Lena are indeed parent and child.” “The truth was revealed, everything was self-evident.” “This is the real reason behind Lena’s misconduct!” “The internet instantly went into chaos, and at this moment, the people in the Foster Manor were even more so.” “The moment he saw the results, George’s brother Bruce suddenly collapsed onto the chair. When his wife hurried to help him, his eyes turned red, and he violently kicked her to the ground, then grabbed the vase on the table and smashed it hard at George.” “He roared, ‘George! You beast! You deserve to die!’” “For a moment, the brothers turned against each other, fighting fiercely, while the women around them wept uncontrollably.” “The once century-old Foster family instantly turned into a live drama of family ethics.” “Losing billions couldn’t shake its foundation, yet at this moment, it began to crumble.” “A century-old legacy might be destroyed in an instant.” “When I learned about this scandal, I was ready to never speak of it. It’s all Kevin’s fault for annoying me.” “I looked at the camera, eyes playful. ‘Mr. Foster, who’s the real disgrace now?’”
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