Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' Chapter 181: Tremendous Influence

Selina’s words left everyone speechless.

At first, everyone assud that Angelica and Selina were simply sisters, unaware of Angelica’s true relationship with the Clark Family.

But now that they knew Angelica was Katie’s daughter from another man, completely unrelated to the Clark Family, it made sense that Selina had no obligation to support her with her late mother’s inheritance.

Kicking her out of the Clark household didn’t seem unreasonable after all.

One of the girls finally caught on. "Natalia, why didn’t you explain this earlier?"

"Yeah, you made it sound like Selina was cruelly kicking her own sister out just to get us to turn against her. What a joke—who would willingly be sisters with a howrecker’s child?"

"Were you trying to use us as pawns?"

Natalia clenched her teeth in frustration, stomped her foot angrily, and ran off in a fury.

...

After class, Selina returned to Sapphire Valley Villa and finally opened Twitter.

Angelica was born before Katie married Jas—her daughter with another man. But after Katie got involved with Jas and married into the Clark Family, Angelica changed her last na and moved into the Clark mansion.

That sa woman had gone from being an unwanted burden to a dazzling celebrity. And when Selina had returned to the Clark Family, Angelica had made sure to use her status to strike a humiliating blow.

Selina hadn’t even confronted her yet, and now Angelica had taken the initiative to return?

anwhile, discussions about the Clark Family on Twitter had completely flipped.

Previously, Katie’s false accusations, Natalia’s shaless howrecker status, and the scandal of her stealing her sister’s fiancé had made the Clark Family a public disgrace.

But now, Angelica had posted a single tweet that instantly shot to the top of trending topics.

"I rushed back from abroad as soon as I learned about what my mother and sister had done. I know the damage has been done, and I don’t expect forgiveness, but I do hope people won’t judge without knowing the full truth. They may have made mistakes, but they don’t deserve to be condemned."

Attached was a picture: Katie lying weakly in a hospital bed, her wrist wrapped in bandages, with Natalia crying in the background.

Selina chuckled.

Angelica was truly a master of public relations.

She had not only distanced herself from Natalia’s scandal but also subtly hinted that the situation wasn’t as simple as people thought. At the sa ti, she painted herself as the grieving daughter and even managed to throw Selina under the bus—all in a single tweet. Four wins in one move.

A celebrity with over twenty million followers had terrifying influence. Within half an hour, the post had amassed over a million comnts and shares.

"Wait, Angelica’s mom was the so-called howrecker? I always heard she was a kind woman!"

"What happened to Katie? Selina went too far—no matter what, she didn’t need to push soone to this point!"

"Has anyone else noticed that ever since Selina ca back to the Clark Family, everything has been a disaster? Business partners pulled out, her dad’s wedding anniversary turned into a ss, the engagent party got ruined, and the company’s stock plumted..."

"Now that you ntion it... kinda suspicious. Maybe Selina is just a walking curse!"

"She better not lay a hand on Angelica, or I swear I’ll make her regret it!"

"Angelica is a rising superstar with luxury brand deals, and she’s also a genius designer who got into the most prestigious design schools on scholarships. anwhile, Selina is just a bumpkin—comparing them is an insult to Angelica."

"The Clark Family raised soone as outstanding as Angelica. I doubt there was ever a howrecker situation. Selina is probably just making things up because she’s jealous."

As Angelica’s tweet dominated the trending list, Selina’s personal Twitter account had also been dug up.

She scrolled through countless hate-filled DMs, then glanced at her own barely double-digit follower count.

She had already lost the fight in terms of numbers.

"Mrs. Reid is on Twitter?"

The villa’s front door swung open as Logan stepped inside, draping his suit jacket over his arm. His gaze casually swept over her phone screen.

Selina blinked. "Mr. Reid knows about Twitter?"

Logan remained silent for a mont before a teasing smile tugged at his lips. "Mrs. Reid, what exactly do you think of ?"

Did she really see him as so out-of-touch old relic?

Selina caught the implied aning behind his words, her cheeks flushing slightly. She quickly diverted the conversation. "No, I just thought that soone as successful as you wouldn’t care about things like followers."

Followers?

Logan raised an eyebrow, detecting sothing in her tone.

"Is Mrs. Reid upset about having too few followers? Should I have Jack manage your account?"

Selina quickly shook her head. "I’m not a celebrity. What do I need followers for? It’s just that..."

It’s just that Angelica’s influence wasn’t just about her career—it ca from the sheer number of fans backing her.

"Mrs. Reid, what’s your Twitter handle?"

The question caught Selina off guard. Without thinking, she answered, "Just my na."

"Hmm."

The next mont, her phone vibrated.

She looked down to see a Twitter notification—she had gained a new follower.

Curious, she tapped on the profile. It had no avatar, just a string of random letters as a userna, looking suspiciously like a bot account.

Logan’s voice remained calm. "Apologies, I don’t use Twitter. I just registered. Mrs. Reid doesn’t want other followers, so... can I be yours?"

Selina felt her heartbeat quicken. One beat. Then another. And another.

She knew, without a doubt—she was falling.

"Logan, my birthday is coming up. Will you get a gift?"

He had given another woman a villa. She told herself she didn’t care.

But... she wanted to be a little greedier.

Logan’s eyes deepened. "Of course."

...

The next morning, the Twitter frenzy had mostly died down.

Selina was jolted awake by the sound of her phone ringing. Still half-asleep, she reached for it. "Hello?"

A voice, cold and dripping with malice, ca through the line—"Little sister, it’s ."

Selina’s eyes snapped open. "Angelica."

Angelica twirled a lock of her hair between her fingers, her voice thick with amusent. "Did you like the first gift I sent you? You sure are lucky. You escaped once as a child, and again four years ago... Such a sha. Maybe I just didn’t try hard enough."

The venom in her tone was unmistakable.

Selina’s hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Four years ago, when she had just returned to the Clark Family, she still harbored naïve hopes of being accepted.

On the night of her birthday, Angelica had bribed a few thugs to drug her.

Selina had barely managed to escape. But Angelica had turned the tables, spreading vicious rumors that Selina had willingly spent the night with a group of n.

Katie and Natalia had added fuel to the fire, and overnight, Selina had beco a disgrace—spat on by the entire upper class.

Selina took a slow, deep breath, forcing down the storm of emotions within her. "Thank you for reminding —we still have a blood debt to settle."

Angelica laughed coldly. "Settle a debt with ? Selina, I’m a star now. I have powerful backers, legions of fans willing to fight for . And you? Do you even have proof that I did anything to you four years ago?"

Her voice turned taunting. "Oh, and by the way—I just received a beautiful two-billion-dollar Lakeside Bay villa. Take a guess—who sent it to ?"

A two-billion-dollar villa?!

Selina’s eyes narrowed sharply.

Before she could respond, the call ended.

She pressed a hand to her temple, an unfamiliar weight settling in her chest.

Logan’s villa... was given to Angelica?

How did Logan even know Angelica?

And why would he give her a two-billion-dollar Lakeside Bay villa?

A knock at the door interrupted her spiraling thoughts.

Logan’s voice ca from the other side. "Mrs. Reid, breakfast."

Selina’s emotions surged—a tangled ss of confusion, irritation, and sothing she couldn’t quite na.

She turned toward the door, her eyes filled with a suppressed storm, and glared at him fiercely before brushing past him without a word.

"I’m not hungry."