Chapter 150
The reason for Claire's interference stemmed from the problematic relationships her godson Gabriel had been involved in. She would use her connections to dig up dirt on his girlfriends, exposing their true colors. Fearful that Gabriel would be led astray, she'd pressure him into ending things. Having grown up under his godmother's strict control, Gabriel never dared to defy her.
The Blackwood family was stunned. While it was understandable to care for one's child, labeling Claire as the "wicked godmother" seemed extreme. After all, she wasn't acting out of personal dislike—she genuinely believed these women were trouble.
"Though honestly, Gabriel didn’t need anyone’s help to go off the rails," Margaret remarked dryly. "Bad apples rot on their own. Thank goodness Vivienne saw through him quickly. Otherwise, I might’ve had to step in myself."
The others gasped. "A bad guy? That mama's boy?"
This revelation hit Genevieve particularly hard—she had once been a huge fan of Gabriel and Vivienne’s relationship.
Gabriel Ramirez was a rapper whose music was mediocre at best, but he’d gained fame through his godmother’s influence and his high-profile ex-girlfriend. Blessed with striking looks inherited from Claire, he had amassed a legion of devoted fans who worshipped him blindly.
During his relationship with Vivienne, paparazzi constantly caught them in intimate moments. At one point, their public displays of affection had the internet swooning. One iconic moment stood out: after a performance, Gabriel rushed offstage, swept Vivienne into his arms, and spun her around. She had surprised him by showing up last-minute, and his excitement was palpable. Without a care for the audience, he hugged her tightly, whispering sweet nothings.
Back then, netizens playfully called Gabriel the "luckiest man alive"—spoiled by his godmother at home and adored by his girlfriend in public.
Judging by Vivienne’s expression in those photos, she had been deeply in love.
Strangely, no scandals about Gabriel ever surfaced online. Even Julian, who moved in the same circles, knew little beyond rumors that Gabriel dabbled in music for fun rather than profit. His lifestyle was bankrolled by his family—and occasionally, his girlfriends. While that was embarrassing, it didn’t necessarily make him a bad person.
After their breakup, Vivienne never spoke ill of him, simply citing "irreconcilable differences." The truth remained a mystery.
Now, the Blackwoods were burning with curiosity—what exactly had Gabriel done?
Evelyn, however, lost interest the moment she heard Vivienne had dumped him.
Just then, Margaret’s phone rang. The moment she saw the caller ID, her expression shifted subtly.
She answered with a casual greeting, then frowned. "What? You’re coming now?"
The family exchanged glances. Who would visit this late? It was downright rude.
But then Margaret glanced at Julian and Evelyn, surprise flickering in her eyes. "You want to discuss the next episode with them?"
Covering the phone, she gave them a questioning look—if they weren’t comfortable, she’d decline.
Before they could respond, Richard suddenly said, "Your childhood friend? Let her come!"
The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion shifted instantly, as if preparing for battle. The moment the call ended, everyone except Evelyn sprang into action.
Sophia and Genevieve whisked their mother to the vanity room. There was no time for professional stylists, but Genevieve’s artistic eye would suffice. Richard and Julian began rifling through the family’s jewelry vault.
Nathan, ever the strategist, directed the staff to prepare for their "guest."
Only then did Evelyn vaguely recall the backstory.
Margaret had a childhood "friend"—more like a lifelong rival. Jealous of Margaret’s beauty and accomplishments, this woman seized every opportunity to belittle her. Margaret, disliking conflict, usually swallowed her frustration for the sake of family ties.
The Blackwoods had always been low-key, their wealth understated. This so-called friend often mocked their "modest" accessories, unaware of their true value.
Over the years, the family had bitten their tongues during their few encounters.
As the Blackwoods’ fortune grew, the woman had conveniently vanished—until tonight.
Now, they were more than ready to support Margaret.
Evelyn wanted to help too, but there was no opening. So she simply sat beside Margaret, silently offering solidarity.
Watching her family rally for her, Margaret’s heart swelled. She wouldn’t lose this time.
After much insistence, she wore only one piece—a Rockefeller emerald necklace worth a staggering hundred million. Seated in the parlor, she radiated quiet elegance.
When the woman arrived, she immediately zeroed in on the necklace, lips curling in smug satisfaction. "It’s been a while," she purred.
Margaret rose gracefully, her smile serene despite her family’s barely contained glee. "Oh yes, our first meeting since your divorce. That emerald is lovely—part of the settlement?"
The woman’s face darkened.
The Blackwoods gaped.
Evelyn nearly choked. Who said Margaret couldn’t hold her own?
Forced to sit, the woman finally revealed her purpose—touching her necklace with pride, she said, "I’m here for my godson, Gabriel. I want Vivienne eliminated in the next round."
The room froze.
Evelyn’s eyes widened. Gabriel is her godson?!
Seriously, what kind of cursed luck did this man have? First his overbearing godmother, now this woman. Was he doomed to be puppeteered by women forever?
The Blackwoods exchanged glances. Could the universe be this cruel?