DESTINED | The game of fate (Stopped Working)

Chapter four

Isabella was lazily stirring her coffee her eyes half-focused on her phone as she scrolled through the usual posts. It was a quiet morning until a sudden headline caught her attention making her eyes widen in disbelief. Her hand slipped and the coffee spilled from the edge of her mug dribbling down onto the counter.Her breath caught as she read the bold headline flashing across the screen:

Breaking News: The Famous Designer Mirabel Gray Caught Trying to Hit on Bachelor CEO of Fashion Media Dante Leto.

Isabella’s heart raced as she immediately dialed the group chat. The phone rang for only a moment before Rosalyn picked up. Did you see it too?" Rosalyn asked her voice a mixture of shock and exasperation.

"Yes!" Isabella replied her voice filled with disbelief.

Meanwhile Mirabel was still fast asleep completely unaware of the storm brewing around her. Her phone buzzed incessantly finally waking her. She groggily reached for it squinting at the screen. Seeing it was a call from Isabella she swiped to answer.

"Mirabel where were you?" Isabella’s voice came through loud and frantic.

"I was sleeping... what’s going on?" Mirabel replied her voice still thick with sleep.

"Check the twitter fast!" Rosalyn said from the other end of the line.
Mirabel frowned confused but reached for her phone nonetheless. Opening Twitter her sleepiness vanished in an instant. There at the top of the trending list was the news that had turned her morning upside down. The headline and pictures showed her and Dante’s confrontation but the story was twisted. Her cheeks flushed red as she stared at the screen her breath catching in her throat.

"What the hell...?" Mirabel muttered feeling a mix of anger surge through her."

Isabella said "This is ridiculous! They’ve completely misinterpreted what happened last night!" Mirabel clenched her jaw her eyes narrowing as she tossed her blanket aside "I’ll kill whoever wrote this nonsense!" she fumed her morning now officially ruined.

Mirabel’s hands trembled as she scrolled down her heart sinking with every hateful comment beneath the article.

1. "OMG, she didn’t look like this!"
2. "Just an attention seeker"
3. "Whore. Didn’t expect this from her."

Her eyes stung but she forced herself to keep reading each cruel word digging deeper. She could feel her chest tightening rage and disbelief swirling inside her.

Rosalyn’s voice crackled through the call "Mira you need to clear this as fast as possible before this causes huge damage. The longer you wait the worse it’s going to get."

"Why are people just trolling me and not that asshole? He started it! Ugh!" She buried her face in her hands her pulse racing with anger.

Isabella’s voice came next calm but firm "You should contact him Mira. Dante is also responsible for this mess and you both need to clear it up together."

Mirabel let out a deep breath her head spinning. "Yeah I’ll... I’ll talk to him" she muttered feeling the weight of the situation crush down on her.

She disconnected the call dropping her phone beside her on the bed. Her heart thudded in her chest and one name pounded inside her mind like a drumbeat Dante Leto. The mere thought of him made her blood boil. "That arrogant prick" she whispered, clenching her fists.

Rosalyn's heels clicked rhythmically against the sleek floors of her agency as she made her way to the meeting. Her thoughts were preoccupied with the recent chaos surrounding Mirabel. But for now she had to focus on meeting her new bodyguard a necessity that her agency had insisted on.