Before long, I had found a new place. That day, as I was getting ready to move, I suddenly saw that Albert's will had been leaked online. The post went viral, and Priscilla's photos were everywhere.

The will made one thing clear—Samson had to marry Priscilla to inherit everything.

With that, speculation exploded. Everyone assumed Priscilla had cared for Albert in his final days and won his favor. To them, it only made sense that he'd want her as his daughter-in-law.

Soon after, a video of her donating blood at the hospital went viral. Netizens praised her beauty, kindness, looks, and figure. They even said it was no surprise that Samson had fallen for her.

Despite all the fuss, Samson never denied a word. As the post gained traction, his silence was taken as confirmation. Before long, rumors ran wild. Everyone was saying he was getting ready to marry Priscilla.

When reporters caught wind of that, they swarmed her for interviews.

"It's nothing, really. I was just doing my job," said Priscilla. "I'm heartbroken over Mr. Carroll Senior's passing and hope the family finds peace in this difficult time."

On camera, she cried so hard she nearly collapsed, and the public quickly praised her kindness.

…

A few days later, the doctor handed me the test results from Priscilla's lingerie. It turned out she hadn't just slept with one man. Poor thing.

When I went back to the Jensen residence to grab my clothes, the house was already packed with neighbors. Even some of Jansbury's social elite had arrived, eager to cozy up to the future Mrs. Carroll. By then, gifts were stacked high against the walls.

Everyone smiled and chatted when someone suddenly spotted a pregnancy test in the trash.

Their eyes lit up as they exclaimed, "Wow! Things are moving fast, huh, Priscilla? I can't believe you're pregnant already!"

Almost immediately, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. Everyone praised her for sealing the deal so fast, and neighbors practically stumbled over themselves trying to flatter her.

The crowd was divided into two groups. One group was consisting of people from my family and the other group was consisting of our neighbors and the elites related to the Carrolls. People shook hands as if it were a massive networking event.

At that moment, someone yelled, "Look! Samson just released a statement!"

Suddenly, every post about Albert's will vanished, and Priscilla's photos disappeared entirely. Samson claimed it was a hoax. He even said there was no will and that his father wasn't dead.

Everyone froze. If Albert were alive, the will would be worthless. All at once, everyone turned to look at Priscilla.

Without missing a beat, she announced, "He's just trying to protect me. After all, the lady of the Carroll family doesn't need to be paraded around.

"Samson will definitely give me a grand wedding. When the time comes, everyone will be invited. I won't forget any of you when I'm living the good life."

Priscilla spoke with her chin raised, looking every bit the victor. Just like that, her assurance lifted everyone's spirits again.

Someone quickly pulled cash from their bag, saying, "Here's a little something to celebrate. Please accept it."

"Mine, too," another chimed in.

"And mine." Within minutes, Priscilla's arms were stuffed with money. That was when a group of bodyguards strode in.

Outside, luxury cars lined the street. It was evident that the Carrolls had arrived.

The bodyguards didn't waste any time and raised their voices. "Who's Priscilla Jensen? You're coming with us."

Already riled up, Priscilla shot back angrily, "Is that how you ask someone to come? Don't you know I'm the future Mrs. Carroll? I might even be carrying his baby!"

Yet, the bodyguards grew impatient. One shoved her and snapped, "Enough. Let's go."

Priscilla stumbled, nearly falling. "What the hell are you doing? I'm the Carrolls' benefactor! I just had a date with Samson a few days ago!"

"Easy. Treat Ms. Jensen with respect," someone said.

Right then, Samson's personal assistant stepped forward. I had seen him online many times before. Priscilla straightened up as he approached and adopted an air of authority, saying, "If we're discussing marriage, my parents need to be involved."

"Of course. No problem," the assistant replied, a polite smile tugging at his lips.

As they left, my mom turned to the neighbors and promised to introduce their kids to the Carroll family's relatives.

The crowd then watched as the three of them got into the car.

I had just grabbed my clothes and was about to head back to my rented apartment when the assistant called out, "Ms. Delilah Jensen? Please come with us as well."