Fake Mating To My Ex's Powerful Enemy

Chapter 106: Chapter 106 Plagiarism

Christina’s POV

I stared at my screen, coffee forgotten as I zoomed in on Eliza Black’s red carpet jewelry. Something about those cuts and settings bugged me. I’d definitely seen them before. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"Still obsessed with my masterpiece?" Violet’s voice cut through my thoughts. She perched on my desk edge. "Jealous much? Don’t worry, I can give you some design tips if you’re desperate."

I ignored her, examining each piece closely. The necklace, bangle, ring, and earrings. Those stone placements and clasp designs looked identical to something I’d seen.

"Holy shit," Akira growled in my mind. "That thieving bitch didn’t even try to hide it."

"I know," I replied mentally. "She copied everything."

While Violet preened and refreshed her social media to watch her follower count climb, I pulled up a browser. I typed ’Roux & Lune jewelry Antwerp.’

A boutique brand’s webpage appeared. I clicked through to their archive collection from three years ago.

There it was. The exact same set Eliza was wearing on the red carpet.

Roux & Lune was barely known outside design circles. They had almost no social media presence and probably sold fewer than fifty pieces a year. The designer never showed her face publicly. It made the whole brand seem like some rich person’s hobby project.

But I remembered my university professor mentioning them years ago. I’d been so impressed with their craftsmanship that I’d bookmarked their site and followed their updates ever since.

I placed screenshots from the livestream next to Roux & Lune’s catalog photos. The match was perfect. Violet hadn’t changed a single curve, not even the distinctive clasp.

"Still staring? Babe, I hate to break it to you, but that’s not your name in the post. Eliza picked me, ME. Well, better luck next time." Violet’s voice dripped with condescension.

"That’s all you have to say for yourself?" I asked quietly.

"What else were you expecting?" She pretended to think, then added, "Oh, right, I do have one more thing to say. You know there’s only one spot for the competition next month, right? I’d say it’s mine. Not that you ever had a chance."

She chuckled, swiping through her phone. "Want me to read out some comments people left? Some are actually pretty funny." freёwebnovel.com

"You’ve got some fucking nerve," I said, shaking my head.

Violet blinked, her face scrunching. "Hey, don’t curse at me just because you’re jealous! At least show some gratitude. Me becoming famous means Nyx is famous now, which is good for everyone here, including you."

I lowered my voice. "Yeah, and if shit hits the fan, you’ll drag everyone down with you. Including me."

Her brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? Everyone’s tagging the company with heart emojis. Last time Eliza wore your piece, she got roasted for looking cheap. Now with my set, people are saying she finally stepped up her game. Nyx should be thanking me. Even Savannah’s probably thinking of sending flowers."

The comments were mostly positive. Fans were praising Eliza’s "loyalty" to Nyx as "relatable." Red carpet photos showed her posing confidently, knowing cameras would capture every detail.

But the louder the praise, the worse the inevitable crash would be.

"Well, I’m off," Violet straightened up. "Savannah’s taking me to lunch. Guess she wants to talk about a promotion. Or a bonus. Who knows? I’ll keep you posted."

I yanked her shoulder hard, forcing her to spin around.

"Ow! What is wrong with you?" She jerked away from my grasp.

I looked her dead in the eye. "You know exactly where you got that design. And you handed it to an actress with a hundred cameras pointed at her face and millions of people watching. You didn’t even tweak a single curve. Did you really think no one would notice?"

Confusion flashed across Violet’s face, followed by panic, then denial. "I... I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Someone yelled across the room. "Guys—look at this! Someone just tweeted that Eliza’s jewelry set is fake!"

The office froze momentarily before erupting into chaos as everyone grabbed their phones.

"It’s some anonymous account," someone said, scrolling frantically. "Already over a thousand shares. It might trend any minute."

"How could Eliza be wearing knockoffs? Did someone switch them on the way?"

Violet’s face turned ghostly white. She fumbled with her phone, her thumb repeatedly missing the unlock button.

"Wait—someone’s saying it’s not fake, it’s copied."

"There are side-by-side pics. Not ’copied,’ mate. Identical. That set came out three years ago."

Chairs scraped as heads turned toward Violet. Her right hand gripped a cubicle wall for balance, her knees visibly weakening.

The office volume dropped to whispers.

"What the hell’s going on?"

"Did she actually steal it?"

"Looks that way. And the original looks better, if I’m honest."

Someone snorted, but the sound cut off as Savannah Lane stormed out of her office, her heels striking the floor like thunder.

"Vivian Holloway just called me from Venice," she waved her phone wildly. "Completely hysterical. Violet Lin, what the HELL have you done?"

Violet stood frozen, mouth opening and closing without producing words.

Savannah threw her phone down in frustration. It bounced once before hitting a chair leg.

"Eliza needed this event! Her entire comeback PR campaign hinged on it. Now she’s getting roasted for wearing knockoff jewelry like some discount influencer. Vivian says the hashtag is already climbing. What am I supposed to tell them now?"

"She just posted on Instagram. And Twitter," someone announced from the back.

Every screen in the office lit up again.

Savannah grabbed the nearest phone—her own still face-down on the floor—and squinted at the display.

It showed Eliza’s verified account with a caption in both English and Italian. She claimed she’d ordered the jewelry in good faith, trusted the brand completely, and now felt blindsided by allegations of plagiarism. She insisted she’d been deceived, included screenshots of design drafts and chat logs as evidence, and expressed how "heartbroken" she felt.

Her fan base transformed into an angry mob within seconds.