Isabelle’s POV
The press conference had barely ended, and the storm was already shifting.
I could feel it.
The headlines were changing—no longer painting me as a criminal but as a woman under siege. My words had been carefully crafted, sharp enough to push back but vague enough to leave room for doubt.
And in this world, doubt was a weapon.
I sat at my kitchen counter, scrolling through the media coverage on my phone, scanning each headline.
“Isabelle Everett Fires Back: ‘I Stand By My Truth’”
“Powerful Men and Silent Battles—Isabelle Everett Suggests Ryder Family Ties to the Scandal”
“Not a Damsel in Distress—Everett’s Fierce Defense Sends Shockwaves”
Good.
Let them twist themselves into knots trying to figure out who was lying.
But even as the narrative shifted, unease settled
