One Night in Valeria - Chapter 42: Chapter 42
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The headlines hit before dawn.
> BREAKING: Klara Hale’s Daughter Accused of Fashion Fraud
— The Mode Authority
> Was “Lineage: Reclaimed” Stolen? Leaked Evidence Suggests Hale Heiress Used Fabricated Sketches
— Velaria Times
> The Girl Who Burned Her Mother’s Legacy?
— AltText Weekly
Accompanied by blurry scans of sketches—falsely timestamped. Forged emails. Spliced audio clips that made Klara sound unsure of Jessica’s future in fashion.
The smear campaign was surgical. Brutal.
By midmorning, the hashtags trended:
> #Fraudlineage
#TheHaleLie
#VelariaScandal
Jessica stood in the center of the studio, stunned.
Celeste paced the floor. “They’ve weaponized everything. Even her voice.”
Liam scrolled through his phone, jaw clenched. “This is coordinated. August and Thorne must’ve planted this weeks ago—waiting for the Summit to go public before dropping it.”
Jessica’s chest burned, but her voice was steady.
“Then we drop back harder.”
She pulled the drive from her coat pocket and handed it to Liam.
“This is everything. From Tatienne.”
Liam’s brows lifted as he opened the files.
His eyes flicked rapidly across the screen. Voice memos. Digital contracts. The real will. A timestamped video of Klara explaining why she left and who tried to silence her.
“Oh my God…” he whispered. “This… this clears everything.”
“And buries them,” Jessica said quietly. “If we release it right.”
That evening, just twenty-four hours before the Unwritten Summit, Liam and Celeste worked into the night with an independent journalist known for exposing industry corruption. A video campaign was created. Not flashy. Just truth.
And at midnight, Jessica posted it.
> “My name is Jessica Hale. And I was born in a lie.”
She spoke clearly. Unshaken. A fire behind her eyes as Klara’s voice echoed softly in the background unedited, raw.
“They erased my mother. Tried to erase me. But the proof survived. I survived.”
She showed clips. Documents. Screenshots. Klara’s voice: ‘They’ll say I ran. I didn’t. I was erased.’
“This is not a defense. It’s a reckoning.”
By sunrise, the world flipped again.
Public sympathy surged.
Designers pulled out of Conservatory-sponsored events.
Major publications apologized for jumping to conclusions.
> “Hale strikes back—with receipts and revolution.”
— Fashion Radiant
> “She doesn’t just design clothes. She designs justice.”
— Velaria Vogue
And perhaps most telling of all…
Thorne Velar’s personal legal team issued a statement by midday:
“No comment.”
The walls were closing in.
And the Summit had just begun.
> BREAKING: Klara Hale’s Daughter Accused of Fashion Fraud
— The Mode Authority
> Was “Lineage: Reclaimed” Stolen? Leaked Evidence Suggests Hale Heiress Used Fabricated Sketches
— Velaria Times
> The Girl Who Burned Her Mother’s Legacy?
— AltText Weekly
Accompanied by blurry scans of sketches—falsely timestamped. Forged emails. Spliced audio clips that made Klara sound unsure of Jessica’s future in fashion.
The smear campaign was surgical. Brutal.
By midmorning, the hashtags trended:
> #Fraudlineage
#TheHaleLie
#VelariaScandal
Jessica stood in the center of the studio, stunned.
Celeste paced the floor. “They’ve weaponized everything. Even her voice.”
Liam scrolled through his phone, jaw clenched. “This is coordinated. August and Thorne must’ve planted this weeks ago—waiting for the Summit to go public before dropping it.”
Jessica’s chest burned, but her voice was steady.
“Then we drop back harder.”
She pulled the drive from her coat pocket and handed it to Liam.
“This is everything. From Tatienne.”
Liam’s brows lifted as he opened the files.
His eyes flicked rapidly across the screen. Voice memos. Digital contracts. The real will. A timestamped video of Klara explaining why she left and who tried to silence her.
“Oh my God…” he whispered. “This… this clears everything.”
“And buries them,” Jessica said quietly. “If we release it right.”
That evening, just twenty-four hours before the Unwritten Summit, Liam and Celeste worked into the night with an independent journalist known for exposing industry corruption. A video campaign was created. Not flashy. Just truth.
And at midnight, Jessica posted it.
> “My name is Jessica Hale. And I was born in a lie.”
She spoke clearly. Unshaken. A fire behind her eyes as Klara’s voice echoed softly in the background unedited, raw.
“They erased my mother. Tried to erase me. But the proof survived. I survived.”
She showed clips. Documents. Screenshots. Klara’s voice: ‘They’ll say I ran. I didn’t. I was erased.’
“This is not a defense. It’s a reckoning.”
By sunrise, the world flipped again.
Public sympathy surged.
Designers pulled out of Conservatory-sponsored events.
Major publications apologized for jumping to conclusions.
> “Hale strikes back—with receipts and revolution.”
— Fashion Radiant
> “She doesn’t just design clothes. She designs justice.”
— Velaria Vogue
And perhaps most telling of all…
Thorne Velar’s personal legal team issued a statement by midday:
“No comment.”
The walls were closing in.
And the Summit had just begun.
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