Chapter 159

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over Evelyn Sinclair’s bedroom. She stretched lazily, her mind still half-asleep, when suddenly—bam—an intrusive thought barged in.

"Oh my god, did Nathan really say that to Victoria last night?"

Evelyn bolted upright, her heart pounding. Wait—since when could she hear other people’s thoughts?

She rubbed her temples, trying to make sense of it. The mental chatter around her was like a radio tuned to multiple stations at once.

"Ugh, I can’t believe Preston still hasn’t called me back," Lillian Graves grumbled internally as she shuffled past Evelyn’s door.

"If Daniel thinks I don’t know about Adriana, he’s dumber than he looks," Sophia Blackwood’s sharp inner voice sliced through the noise.

Evelyn’s jaw dropped. This was not normal.

Then came the juiciest one yet—Nathan Blackwood’s own thoughts, smooth and deliberate, like dark chocolate melting on her tongue.

"Evelyn looks adorable when she’s confused. Should I tell her I’ve known about this mind-reading thing for weeks?"

Her face flamed. He knew?!

Before she could process that bombshell, another voice—crisp and venomous—cut in.

"Time to ruin her little fantasy," Victoria Hayes mused, her mental tone dripping with malice. "Let’s see how she handles this secret."

Evelyn’s stomach twisted. Whatever Victoria was plotting, it wouldn’t be good.

And just like that, her quiet morning became a front-row seat to Hollywood’s most scandalous unspoken drama.

The sharp remark sliced through the murmurs, throwing Gabriel off balance and granting Vivienne a crucial moment to step back from the tense scene.

The audience, equally stunned, swiveled toward the source of the interruption. At first, they were taken aback by the audacity of someone disrupting a marriage proposal—until they recognized the speaker. Silence fell like a heavy curtain.

In the live stream, fans instantly identified the voice. No camera pan was needed—everyone knew who had spoken. It was none other than the infamous Evelyn Sinclair.

Clarity rushed back to minds clouded by the earlier spectacle.

Even Evelyn couldn’t stay silent anymore!

She already said no! Do you think she’s playing coy?

How does this production team manage to turn everything—on and off stage—into a drama?

I came for a romantic proposal, but ended up watching a forced engagement.

Something felt off from the start. They weren’t even back together, and suddenly—a proposal? That makes zero sense.

To all you surprise proposal enthusiasts—check your standing with the person first!

Do you really think a grand gesture and mood lighting will magically make someone say yes when they’ve shown zero interest?

What’s the difference between this and holding a knife to someone’s throat, demanding they declare love?

Marriage isn’t something you rush into. Get your head straight.

Team Vivienne all the way. There was a reason they broke up—time doesn’t erase that.

Evelyn’s cutting remark ignited a wave of rationality in the live chat. Comments flooded in—She said no!—turning the tide spectacularly.

Adriana, visibly flustered, snapped, "What are you doing? Ruining someone’s special moment? My daughter is just… shy!"

Victor’s expression darkened, his displeasure clear at the intrusion during such a personal event.

Gabriel, scowling at the unexpected challenge—and unaware of his godmother’s fraught history with the Blackwoods—shot back defensively, "I don’t know where—"

"Mrs. Harrison's wishes," Preston Whitmore declared before turning to Vivienne Monroe. "Ms. Monroe, should I call the police for you?"

The blunt interjection caught everyone off guard, shifting the atmosphere further.

Regaining her composure, Vivienne quickly expressed her gratitude, "Ms. Sinclair, Mr. Blackwood, thank you both for speaking up for me."

She then addressed Gabriel Ramirez firmly. "Even if I were to refuse, after our breakup, there’s no way I could be involved with you anymore. Your current actions are causing me distress. Please stop. I hope I’ve made myself clear enough." Turning to face her family, she asserted, "You don’t have the right to dictate my life. If I say I won’t marry, are you really going to force me?"

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, thick with tension.