Chapter 1128

Chapter 1127:
If anyone had peeked in, they’d have seen a living room full of people doting on their favorite star. Even Taylor, a superstar in his own right, watched Elliana with an adoration that outshone everyone else’s.
Cole slumped onto a sofa in the corner, arms crossed tight, his silence louder than any outburst.
Admirers of Elliana crowded the room. There was no way he could compete with all of them; all he could do was watch as they vied for her attention.
Cole told himself none of it mattered. No matter how many people worshipped the ground Elliana walked on, she belonged to him. The rest were just hopelessly infatuated.
If anyone had overheard his silent pep talk, they might have pitied the usually unshakeable Cole, reduced to clinging to childish comforts. This update is available on.net
After half an hour of chatting, Elliana finally set down her fork, shaking her head with a laugh. “I’m really done. If I eat anything else, I’ll burst.”
Only then did the stream of treats finally stop. The crowd, though, showed no signs of moving away; they lingered close, eager for another moment with her. Cole’s patience hit its limit. He jumped up, his presence casting a shadow over the group as he cut through the noise with a commanding voice, “That’s enough. Elliana needs to rest now.”
Cole’s firm voice sliced through the noise, silencing the room. Only then did everyone realize his presence.
“Cole? When did you get back?” someone blurted out.
The question only deepened the dark look on Cole’s face. He had walked in beside Elliana, yet not a single person had noticed him. Was he really that invisible now? A bitter thought crossed his mind—had he already been replaced as the family head?
Seeing the storm brewing on his face, the others traded uneasy glances. “Cole, what’s the matter?” “Who upset you?”
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Their sudden concern only made Cole angrier. Without a word, he shoved past a few people, took Elliana’s hand, and started to lead her upstairs.
Just then, a slender figure appeared in the doorway—Trinity.
Since the “feces incident,” Trinity had been too ashamed to face the Evans family, taking refuge with the Craigs instead. Tonight was the first time she’d gathered the courage to show her face again.
But it wasn’t bravery that had brought her back—it was pressure. The Craigs had forced her. With Wanda disowned by the Campbells and now missing, the Craigs feared losing the Evans family’s support. So they had pushed Trinity to return to the Evans estate and play the part of the “gentle adopted daughter” once more.
Trinity hadn’t dared to come during the day, waiting until late at night to avoid a scene. What she didn’t expect was to walk into a house still bursting with life at this hour—and to see Elliana at the center of it all. The same person she’d once mocked as an “ugly freak” was now overwhelmed by praise and admiration.
The sight made Trinity’s chest tighten with envy. She could hardly believe that Elliana—the woman she had orchestrated the murder attempt—was not only alive but revealed as the Campbell family’s long-lost daughter and the legendary musician, Stellara. The person she had once scorned as “lowly” was now shining brighter than anyone else.
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