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Looking at Nancy, although Freya was unhappy, she still asked eagerly, "what's the matter? Tell me!" Clara looked at Freya, then glanced at Nancy, And then said with a smile while facing Freya back. "Mrs Yard, you must have not known my daughter, Nancy is working in the Presidential mansion as one of the chef's" "You're also Nicklaus' chef?" Freya asked Nancy with a frown and stared at Nancy's makeup filled face which made her look quiet beautiful. And she asked suspiciously, "Are you the vixen who has been around Nicklaus?"

For three whole seconds, the world felt perfect. Then the door whooshed open like a damn hurricane. “Damian!” Nancy barreled in, her sundress flapping like she was in a damn music video, phone glued to her ear. “Sorry, was on FaceTime with Beyoncé. She’s begging me to be the lead vixen in her new video, needed my measurements stat.” I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my childhood. Damian didn’t even bat an eye. He was quiet as a guilty puppy, with his gaze locked on me and eyes begging for mercy.

The trauma she had to have, but everything else fell short in my eyes. Nancy is an extremely beautiful woman, a full-fledged lady. With an unmatched beauty, she is one of those women you hardly ever see in Maracaibo and many places. Her Italian and Latin genes blend creating a special female. And if we add money, mystery, luxury, and success, her looks take on an ultra-fascinating glow.

Nancy thought about it for a moment, and then she said, “Since he cares so much about Michelle, I will ruin her.” “Then what?” “Then I will kill myself.” Nancy rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that obvious?” she asked. Crystal was slightly surprised. “Nancy, tell me that you are kidding.” “I’m not.” Nancy closed her eyes to keep the pain in. “I couldn’t do it before. I was too much of a coward. But I am stronger now.” Before Crystal could say anything about that, Nancy’s phone rang. It was Paul. Nancy accepted the call but said nothing. “Are you declaring war on me?” he asked.

"I want you to take care of someone for me." "Take care of?" the voice repeated, the implication clear. "You mean—" "No," Nancy cut him off sharply. "I don’t want her dead. I just want her... out of the way." Another pause. "Who’s the target?" Nancy’s fingers drummed on the edge of the sleek kitchen counter as she looked out over the city skyline. Her pulse quickened as she imagined what was to come. "Chloe Westbrook. My dear step-sister." The man on the other end let out a low whistle. "Westbrook, huh? Big fish."

The woman who was introduced as Bianca spoke with the coldness firm in her tone. Nancy instantly recognized her as one of the nominees in her category. She sensed trouble and desperately wanted to avoid it. “I don’t want any trouble. It’s just a ordinary plaque, I can give it to you if you want,” Nancy replied sharply. Bianca’s anger was palpable. She had slept with two of the event organizers to make sure she received that award, but last minute Nancy had been awarded. She concluded that Lloyd must have bought it with his money. She narrowed her eyes on Nancy.

Very soon, it was time for the midterm exams. Throughout the month before it, Nancy actually behaved herself. But thanks to the comments, I got to know that things hadn't exactly gone smoothly for her. Right before we entered the classroom, she looked at me smugly. "Just you wait, Nadia. I'm going to crush you in this exam. If you think you can get into the Quill family, you're dead wrong! Dream on!" [That's right! Nancy has fully leveled up now. Crushing the evil villainess will be a piece of cake!]

Dad wraps his arm around us and leads us in, looking at Daniel who is left at the back. But then they both freeze when they see Nancy. “Who is . . . who is she?” Mom asks in a careful tone. I know it might be rude or something like that, but I don’t blame them for looking weirded out by Nancy. There is a certain aura coming from her that just comes across as strange when actually it’s mystique and power because of her Lycan and witch blood. Mom and Dad falter as Nancy steps forward, taking the hand that Daniel is offering her. She smiles up at him then at our parents, then she bows. “I’m Nancy.”

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

“I’m going to sue you both for every measly penny you’re worth. My daddy’s a lawyer. I’ll make sure he puts your rundown coffee shop out of business.” “Please,” Nancy begs her. “You don’t have to do any of that. We’re sorry.” “It’s too late to apologize,” Blondie turns to her friend with the camera. “Did you get everything on camera?” She nods and gives her a thumbs up. “Yes, I did. I’m posting it online now.” “No!” Nancy presses her palms together in a pleading gesture. “Please, don’t post it. Tell me… what can I do to make up for this? I’ll do whatever you want.”