Chapter 255

Celine Valmont's fingers trembled as she clutched the paternity report.

"Mom, how am I supposed to believe this?" Her voice shook.

Vera Whitmore grabbed her daughter's wrist. "The hospital must have made a mistake!"

Her tone was absolute. "Lucien Valmont is your father!"

Celine bit her lip, studying her mother's unwavering expression. "Fine. I'll have it checked again."

Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she turned and left.

Three hours later.

Lucien Valmont's secretary rushed into his office.

"Mr. Valmont, the results are in."

Lucien took the file, his fingers cold. The moment he read the report, he slammed it onto the desk.

"Those damn Whitmores!" he snarled.

The secretary stood frozen, not daring to breathe.

"Contact Attorney Sterling," Lucien said, his voice icy. "I want a divorce. Now."

Meanwhile.

Celine stared at the fresh report, her vision blurring.

"How...?"

With shaking hands, she dialed her mother. "The results are the same."

A long silence stretched on the other end.

"Impossible!" Vera shrieked. "You are—"

Celine hung up.

She took a deep breath and dialed another number. "I need a forged report."

At the hospital.

Lucien placed both reports side by side on the table.

"Explain," he said coldly.

Celine paled.

"Get out of my sight," Lucien turned toward the window. "And don't ever come back."

The Valmont family estate.

The elder Valmont hung up the phone, his expression stormy.

"Move the timeline forward," he told the butler.

As the butler bowed and left, the sound of shattering porcelain echoed from the study.

By evening.

Celine stood outside the Valmont mansion, dragging her suitcase behind her.

"Miss, the master has ordered—" the butler hesitated.

"I understand." She straightened her spine and walked toward the waiting taxi.

The Whitmore residence blazed with light.

The moment Celine stepped inside, she heard the click of a camera.

She whirled around—but only saw rustling shadows.

Late that night.

A bombshell exploded across a popular forum:

[EXPOSED! The Shocking Truth About the Valmont Heiress!]

Attached were clear images of the paternity report and Celine entering the Whitmore estate.

The comments erupted:

"Holy hell, this is crazier than fiction!"

"So those gala rumors were true?"

"I'm hooked! What's next?!"

Celine scrolled through the posts, her nails digging into her palms.

Suddenly, she remembered Aria Bennett's knowing smile at the gala.

"Aria..." she whispered, her eyes darkening.

Outside, the moonlight was cold and unforgiving.