Chapter 15-- The Overprotective Husband and Neitezens (Clara fans ) attack
The exam was finally over.
The candidates poured out of the hall, some looking exhausted, others relieved.
A few minutes later, Violet strolled out at her usual unhurried pace.
The moment the reporters saw her, they rushed forward like a wave.
"Miss De'ora! How was the examination?"
"Do you think the questions were difficult?"
"We heard you were sleeping during the test—is that true?"
Their voices overlapped until it turned into noise.
Violet sighed lightly.
"Could you all keep shut and let me answer?"
Silence fell almost immediately.
Every camera pointed toward her.
"First," she began calmly, "the exams were easy.
Second, the questions were easy.
And third…" she looked straight into the crowd, "…I wasn't sleeping.
I was resting.
And even if I was sleeping, that's none of your business.
Excuse me."
With that, Violet turned and walked away, her heels clicking softly against the pavement.
The reporters stared, momentarily stunned by her calm arrogance—then, as always, they twisted her words.
Within an hour, headlines spread online:
"Self-Proclaimed Genius Calls Imperial High Exam 'Easy.'"
"Sleeping Heir of the De'ora Family:
'Questions Were Simple.
' Is She a Genius or a Fool?"
Some of those reporters, of course, were Clara's hired water army.
Moments later, Clara stepped out of the building.
Reporters, sensing softer prey, swarmed toward her.
"Miss Julia Crescent! How was your exam?"
Clara smiled sweetly, lowering her lashes in perfect humility.
"Well, this is a one-time exam that determines my future.
I just hope I did well," she said gently.
"The questions were quite hard, but I tried my best.
Honestly, I couldn't even close my eyes, let alone sleep—I was too nervous."
Her words hit the headlines just as fast, and this time, the contrast was brutal.
Where Violet was painted as arrogant and lazy, Clara became the hardworking, humble darling.
Soon, the online comparison began.
Clips of the two girls—who looked strikingly alike—were placed side by side.
Public opinion tilted sharply toward Clara.
But among the upper-class families who knew the De'oras' true background, many simply smiled.
They knew how the rich operate too well.
No matter what the netizens said, the De'ora heir could never be the fool people claimed.
Yet all of this—rumors, gossip, the headlines—meant nothing to Violet.
When she got home, she quietly joined her parents for dinner.
Kingsley hesitated, then finally brought up the issue.
"Violet," he began carefully, "about the headlines today—the lookalike incident, and what the reporters are saying…"
"It's fine," Violet interrupted softly, sipping her soup.
"Don't do anything about it for now.
I'm sure that actress just wants to use my name for clout."
Kingsley and Lily exchanged glances, both relieved.
They thought Violet had no idea about the true connection between her and the crescent "adopted" daughter.
'Host, that's smart,' Vira commented in her mind.
'You're acting like you don't know she's your twin.'
Violet smiled faintly.
She was done with the exam early.
She had only rested her head for a moment—but that moment had become the world's joke.
"Just wait," she said quietly.
"When the results come out, it'll be a nice slap to everyone's face."
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After dinner, Violet returned to her room and entered the space within her whip, focusing on her next plan.
Meanwhile, at the boys' dormitory in Imperial High, the atmosphere was different.
Angelo who was back from supporting his sister, Lucas, Andrea, and Dannon were sprawled around their room, scrolling through their devices.
"Ah, these reporters are really something," Angelo muttered, frowning.
"They're all after Violet, ridiculing her."
"What?" Dannon sat up instantly.
"What happened to Boss's wife this time?"
Andrea's head snapped up.
"What did you just say?"
Angelo handed him the phone.
"Here—see for yourself."
Andrea's eyes scanned the headlines.
His expression darkened.
Lucas who was peeking beside him sighed. "Boss, what will you do?"
Andrea leaned back in his chair, voice low and measured.
"The De'oras haven't made a move yet, and since they're known to be overprotective of her, they must have a plan.
Leave it for now."
Then, after a pause, his tone dropped—dangerously calm.
"Still, Lucas trace the origin of the articles.
If there's any shady deal behind it—destroy whichever broadcasting station it is."
"Yes, Boss," Lucas said immediately.
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A week after the exams, Imperial High released its entrance results.
At the De'ora mansion, the air was filled with nervous excitement.
Everyone had been waiting for this day — not just the family, but the entire city whose kids were there , Julia crescent fans and of course neitezens who were there for the gossip's.
The genius heir, the sleeping De'ora, would finally prove herself.
Or so they thought.
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Emery was the first to check.
When the notification pinged, he nearly dropped his phone.
"Third place?! I'm third! I did it!"
His excitement was contagious.
He immediately messaged Violet, grinning ear to ear.
[Emery]: Sis! I made third! You're definitely above me, right? I can feel it!
Soon after, Victoria's results came out — seventh.
She jumped off her couch and screamed, "Seven! Seven! I'm actually in the top ten!" before calling April to brag.
April smiled when hers appeared too — twentieth.
"Not bad," she murmured, proud yet quietly determined to do even better next time.
But when all three of them searched for Violet's name on the result list… nothing appeared.
They refreshed.
Once, twice, a dozen times.
Still nothing.
By the next morning, the rankings were fully published.
Those whose names weren't listed were automatically marked as failed.
The shock spread instantly.
"Wait, Violet De'ora's name isn't there?"
"The De'ora genius actually failed?"
"Wasn't she the one bragging the exam was easy?"
Comments flooded the forums.
The ridicule was sharp, relentless — and fueled by none other than Clara's water army.
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At the Crescent estate, Clara's laughter echoed through the room.
Her own result — sixteenth — had been released.
Out of thousands, it was impressive, and she felt invincible.
Proudly, she took to her account and posted a photo of the score.
Finally! I'm so proud of myself.
Are my fans proud too? 💖
Her fans erupted in excitement.
"Our Julia did it! Sixteenth!"
"That's our baby star!"
But soon, one of the accounts Clara paid commented under her post:
'Our Julia's sixteenth! What about that De'ora heir? Surely she did better, right?'
The bait worked perfectly.
Curious netizens rushed to the examination site to check Violet's name — and, finding nothing, confirmed the worst.
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At the De'ora mansion, silence hung in the air.
Lily was pacing.
Kingsley looked like he hadn't slept.
When they entered Violet's room, she was calmly reading, her tablet beside her.
"Sweetheart," Lily began softly, "it's okay… Imperial High isn't the only school."
Kingsley forced a laugh.
"Exactly! Your father built an empire without stepping foot there although the reason was that I studied outside the country.
But still, just know you can do anything!"
But Violet simply looked up and smiled.
"Dad.
Mom.
Believe in me."
Something in her voice — firm, steady — made both parents pause.
They wanted to comfort her, yet somehow, she didn't seem to need it.
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Meanwhile, Clara's fans were merciless.
"So much for a genius!"
"She couldn't even pass!"
"Imagine calling the exam easy and then failing!"
Children whose parents once used Violet as their standard joined in too, mocking her online — desperate to erase their own past humiliation.
Even Kingsley's business associates called to "console" him.
"Ah, such a shame, Kingsley.
Maybe she's just not academically inclined?"
"Still, she's beautiful, that counts for something!"
But behind his back, they whispered:
"De'ora pride, huh? Guess the apple fell far from the tree."
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Across the city, in Imperial High's elite dorm, four boys sat together — Andrea, Lucas, Angelo, and Dannon.
"Boss," Dannon started carefully, "your wife didn't pass.
What will you do now?"
Lucas sighed dramatically.
"Guess you'll have to wait till we graduate before you see her."
Angelo looked genuinely pitiful.
"Poor boss.
Long-distance relationships are tough."
Andrea said nothing for a long while, staring at his phone.
Finally, he muttered, "Even if she didn't pass… she will still be my wife."
Dannon whistled.
"That's true love, boys."
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That night, a courier arrived at the De'ora mansion.
A bouquet of deep blue roses, along with a small velvet box, addressed to Miss Violet De'ora.
Inside was a crisp letter written in neat, masculine handwriting:
To my wife,
It's okay if you didn't pass.
Still wait for me.
This was supposed to be your present when you entered imperial High, but now it's a promise instead.
___Andrea.
Beneath the note lay official documents transferring the De'ora shares Andrea had secretly bought into Violet's name.
Vira peeked over her shoulder.
"The guy even felt sorry,so he gave you his shares, love sure knows how to make a man blind".
After a while
"Host… are you sure you didn't fail?"
"Vira," Violet said, folding the note with care she didn't know she had, "have a little faith in your host."
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Another week rolled by.
The chaos had only grown worse.
Then — one morning — a notification popped up on the Imperial High portal.
Reserved Results Released: Provincial Top Ranker.
The first person to see it was, ironically, one of Clara's fans.
She clicked it out of curiosity… and froze.
Then screamed.
"WHAT?!"
"She's First"
Within minutes, screenshots flooded the internet.
There, in shimmering gold font, right above the Imperial crest:
1st Place – Violet De'ora (Perfect Score)
The world went silent for three full minutes.
Then, chaos.
"SHE WAS FIRST?!"
"A PERFECT SCORE?!"
"She said the exam was easy — because IT WAS EASY FOR HER!"
Every headline that once mocked her quickly changed their sides overnight.
Reporters who'd laughed the loudest now scrambled to apologize.
Clara's fans disappeared.
Clara herself who saw the new headline smashed her phone.
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At the Mist estate, Andrea who was back home as the school gave all the students a month vacation,was reading the news when a slow smile tugged at his lips.
He picked up his phone.
"Dannon," he said, his voice calm but pleased, "get me that limited-edition white Skyline model.
Send it to the De'ora mansion."
A few hours later, another delivery arrived for Violet — this time a sleek glass case with car keys inside, and a new handwritten note:
I never doubted you
— Andrea.
Vira floated beside her and scoffed.
"Tch.
How cunning.
That boy's dangerous."
Violet chuckled softly, brushing her hair aside as the sunlight hit the gold-engraved keys.
"Maybe," she murmured, "but at least he seems interesting."
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When Andrea first sent the flowers and the stock shares as a consolation gift, Kingsley didn't know what to make of it.
Maybe that boy felt sorry for his daughter… or maybe, just maybe, he was mocking her.
Either way, Kingsley decided to keep an eye on Andrea Mist.
And now that Andrea had sent another gift—a limited-edition car, no less—Kingsley's suspicions reached the heavens.
Fine, fine, he was also proud of his daughter.
In fact, when he heard that Violet came out first in the provincial exams, he nearly threw a parade.
Instead, he upgraded her phone, showered her with gifts, and gave her and her friends an all-expense-paid one-week vacation to Flexus City as a congratulations present.
But still—
What he didn't like was another boy giving his precious baby gifts.
Three days later, he finally called his daughter into the study room sitting her down.
"Violet, dear," Kingsley began, his voice unusually solemn, "I don't like Andrea giving you gifts.
Are you two… close?"
"No, Dad," Violet replied calmly.
Inside, Vira snorted.
"What's your crack dad saying now?"
Kingsley nodded, satisfied.
"Good.
So since you're not close, how about we return the car?"
Before Violet could even open her mouth, a voice from behind startled him.
"And why," Lily said, appearing suddenly, "would she do that?"
Kingsley froze.
Oh no.
Still, he decided to be brave.
"He's a boy from another family!
Why should Violet accept gifts from him?
What if he's trying to paint my baby as a—" he lowered his voice dramatically, "—a diamond digger?"
(In Kingsley's mind, Violet was too expensive to ever be a gold digger.)
Lily crossed her arms and gave a slow nod. "You're right, dear.
We should definitely return it."
Kingsley blinked before smiling widely. "Really? You agree with me?"
"Of course," Lily said sweetly.
"And while we're at it, let's return the stock shares, too."
Kingsley's eyes widened ,the smile on his face disappearing as if it never happened. "The stock?! Why should we return the stock?! He gave it to her—besides, it was rightfully ours before!"
Lily arched a brow.
"Well, you said our daughter isn't a diamond digger, didn't you? So return it."
Kingsley's jaw dropped.
"But Lily—please—can't we not return the stock?" he whined, following her out of the room.
The moment they left, Violet, who hadn't been given the chance to say a single word, stood there silently—utterly speechless at her father's petty but hilarious argument.
Inside her, Vira's voice echoed dryly.
"Tch. Greed… surely makes a man ,no a father fall."
Violet could only sigh.