A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 270

The past few days have seen social media erupt in a frenzy of scandal after scandal. First, it was Mason caught in a lewd scandal, then Mia was outed for being kept by a sugar daddy and meddling in someone else's marriage. And now, the sweet and innocent Matilda, once worshipped as an angelic figure, was bombarded with leaked photos that were anything but saintly.

"Looks can be deceiving, huh? Didn't see that coming..."

"I know, right? She used to talk like she was the real deal in front of the cameras... Thought she had class."

"Class, haha! Since when does class involve racy photoshoots? Gotta hand it to her."

Online forums were abuzz, and users quickly noticed that any posts about Matilda's nudes were being deleted by the site moderators. It might have gone unnoticed, but once the censorship was out in the open, people were up in arms.

"What a joke! If you're so proud, why take those photos in the first place? Scared of a little gossip?"

"It's hilarious. Remember the photo scandal with Edison Chen? He owned it and quit showbiz. But these Z-listers? They're just playing whack-a-mole with the comments. Gross."

"I'm dying here! I'll say it again, Matilda's got a sex tape! What, you gonna ban me too?"

"FYI, the guy above got banned already. Watch your backs. Matilda's cracking down hard, banning users left and right."

"Bet there's a big shot backing her up, huh?"

"Could it be Yvan, maybe?"

"They said there's no connection to Yvan, all just an act! Bet he's now paying to scrub her image clean!"

The more the comments were deleted, the wilder they became. It's a strange human psychology; when you try to suppress something, it only makes people want to shout it from the rooftops.

Everyone was saying Matilda had taken nude photos, calling her a hypocrite. She was being dragged through the mud online, and her studio even had vandals throwing trash at their door.

Matilda couldn't take the slander any longer. Orson and the team were scrambling to clear her name, but when they managed to recover the original images, the girl in the photos bore an uncanny resemblance to Matilda.

Seeing the seductive pose of the woman in the photos, her pale back, her perky behind—it was the stuff of fantasies. Matilda was at a loss for how to prove it wasn't her. What was she supposed to do, hold a body comparison?