LOVE IN PARIS: Married To My Brother-in-law-Chapter 41: Fan The Flames

"Then should we still stick to the plan".

"Yes". Yvette replied casting a final glance at Nadia’s frantic expression as she scratched her body vigorously, her whispered curses drowned out by the sound of music and laughter in the room.

As Yvette and Leila began to walk away, the ballroom behind them remained lively, filled with laughter, music, and chatter.

But then, a sharp clatter cut through the merry sound of clinking glasses and soft murmurs. The room collectively turned to see a wine glass crash to the floor, shattering into pieces.

It was Nadia.

She was now standing in the center of the room, frantically scratching at her arms.

Her face had turned pale, and bright red marks were rapidly appearing on her skin, as if it were being attacked from the inside out.

The panic on her face was unmistakable, her nails digging into her flesh as she tried to quell the unbearable itch.

She stumbled backward, her hand knocking over another glass from a nearby table, the scene unfolding in slow motion as gasps filled the air.

The murmurs grew louder, and then the reporters and paparazzi, who had been lurking in the shadows, sprung into action.

Camera flashes lit up the room as they snapped pictures of her frantic scratching, her skin now marred with vivid red patches.

"What’s happening to her?".

"Is she having a reaction?".

"She was fine just now, how did she suddenly become like this?".

"Is it something she ate or drank?".

The whispers turned into louder questions as people moved in closer, their curiosity piqued by the sudden spectacle.

"Someone call for help!" Another voice cried, but the paparazzi were relentless, pushing closer to capture every moment of the unfolding chaos and everywhere was a mess.

Suddenly, a man near the scene pointed accusingly towards Yvette and Leila who were already halfway towards the door. "It was her!" The man shouted, his voice carrying over the din. "She’s the one who gave the drink to her!. I saw it myself. She must’ve drugged her!"

Yvette still poised and composed, felt the eyes of the room swing toward her like a wave.

She could see the judgment in their faces, the accusations forming on their lips.

"Why would she do such a thing?".

"Did you mistake her for someone else?".

"I didn’t expect she’s so vicious?".

"A wolf in sheep’s clothing".

"Such a wicked . .."

Leila, sensing the danger of the situation, immediately stepped in front of her protectively.

Her voice was firm as she addressed the growing crowd. "That’s ridiculous! Yvette had nothing to do with this!" .

But the crowd wasn’t interested in reason; the drama had already taken on a life of its own and theirs was to watch how it unfolded.

Panic was beginning to ripple through the room. Nadia was now on her knees, still clawing at her skin, while others around her recoiled in horror.

Some of the guests and her manager tried to help her up, but she was too consumed by the violent reaction to her own plot.

The paparazzi, now fully unleashed, shoved their way through, eager for the perfect shot.

"Miss Yvette, look this way!" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Did you really drug her, Miss Yvette?"

"May I ask of your reasons for this?".

"Is this a feud between you and Miss Nadia?".

"Why did you drug her . . ."

Leila grabbed Yvette’s arm firmly but discreetly before the tons of reporters and paparazzi could reach them. "We need to get you out of here, now."

Yvette nodded, keeping her expression calm despite the chaos swirling around her. They moved quickly toward the exit, weaving through the crowd as the accusations grew louder behind them.

Just as they reached the door, they heard someone shout again, "She drugged her! Someone stop her!"

Then everyone was suddenly rushing to her agitatedly with unconcealed rage but before they could get to her , a group of several bouncers cladded in black costumes rushed in forming a barricade around Yvette and Leila as they led them out stunning the crowd who could no longer get closer for the fear of their lives.

The ballroom was in disarray now, but the bouncers expertly navigated them through the madness, pushing past reporters and guests alike.

They slipped out the back entrance just as the noise inside reached its peak. A black sedan was waiting outside, its driver already at attention.

"Please get in Madam". They all bowed as they opened the car door and the two ladies stepped in the back seat as the car engine roared to life.

As the car pulled away from the curb, Leila let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. The sound of the cameras and the shouts faded into the distance.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The car sped through the city streets, the chaos of the party now far behind them.

Leila finally broke the silence. "That was too close, phew" .

"You know how these things can spiral out of control. What if they actually believe you drugged her?"

Yvette leaned back against the seat, her eyes closed for a moment before responding. "Let them believe what they want for now. I’m not in a hurry to clear my name besides she tried to set me up. I wasn’t going to sit there and be her victim."

"I’m just worried the press won’t let this go easily and the netizens . . . I’ll make sure they don’t get too wild with their stories".

"The wilder their stories get, the better". Yvette smiled. "Have you gotten all what I asked you to prepare?".

"Yes. I’m waiting for your order".

"That’s great". Yvette sighed and closed her eyes.

"Madam, we’ve arrived". The driver announced as she held the car door opened and she stepped out.

"Make sure to drop her home safely". She ordered the driver and walked towards their estate.

The night outside was calm, but the storm that had begun at the party was far from over.