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She will watch all of them get confused, suffer and question their sanity. It was time for retaliation. Everyone will have to pay. "Did you put together my request?" she asked. "Everything is in order, ma'am," the old man politely replied. "Good." She walked into the mansion and smiled at everyone who greeted her. She gazed at the huge chandelier, sighed deeply and closed her eyes. She was transported back to the time when she thought there was no hope for her. There was a time in her life when she thought that the world was too cruel to her and she didn't deserve to live a happy life. She was too miserable and she could no longer see any reason to live. Who would've thought that she would r

There was something about her presence now… refined, distant and emotionlessly untouchable. Had she always looked as beautiful before, or she is more beautiful now because she's turned into someone I didn't know? For a brief dangerous second, I found myself thinking— If she had just come back… differently… if she had begged, if she had at least tried to, then I might have taken her back. I reeled back, disgusted at my thoughts. She's nothing. Nothing but a cheat! Irritation flared through me, as images surfaced, uninvited. Images of Jasmine with men.

, Scar scrunched up her nose in distaste, and I frowned looking down at the blouse I was clutching unconsciously, my face contorted into a frown as I threw it back in the basket before looking at her with a blank face and started to laugh. "Damn, you look sexy", I commented as Scar stepped out in a maroon mini dress with a cropped leather jacket, and made cringe actions to her. She rolled her eyes chuckling, and I bit my lip raising my brows. She blushed in embarrassment as a lady passed by, giving us disapproving stares and I clutched my stomach wheezing. "This is so unladylike, young missy", I paused my laughing and turned my head to look at the lady who looked at us with a freaking glare.

“It doesn’t mean you have to show up on someone like that.” “You know, you are too ugly to be watching horror movies.” He shrugged, “I’m just saying, watching horror movies while looking like that would make you not only ugly but scary in character. You should be watching more of princess-y movies. At least, since you are ugly, you will have the character of a princess.” “Ha-ha, thank you very much,” I replied sarcastically and bent over to clean the broken class.

She calmly defended. "How dare you say that. Jessica Straus is a decent woman, unlike you, bitch. You're just a shameless gold digger who crawls her way to the pedestal where the Wrigths are" The woman to a step but she remained on her spot. But her patience is running thin. "You're a shrew. Are you not ashamed of being pregnant with someone else's child while you're enjoying the Wright privileges? Poor Xander Wright to have been lured to your wickedness" Madame Cornet steps closer and with a controlled voice, she adds her insult towards Skye.

“Your moment? You’re quite pompous for a woman who is both a fraud and the daughter of a mistress.” The gasps were audible. A few people actually stood up. Daphne looked like I’d slapped her, her mouth hanging open in shock. “How fucking dare you!” She gasped, clutching her chest dramatically as if I had physically stabbed her. “Avina! That is enough!” Sebastian bellowed, stepping toward me. “Security!”

I had to act very convincingly. "What the hell are you talking about? What is familiar?" I replied. Then she chuckled. "Oh, baby, it rings a bell now. I remember-it's from a movie I watched. A N*****x movie. Look at you; you look so tense. You need to chill." (laughs) "I apologize, my sweet, sweet husband." I slapped her and she apologized? I stood there, unsure what to say. "That prank isn't funny. I was confused as hell," I said, forcing a chuckle.

One was in the bathtub and the others were assisting her in her bath. Agnes silently let them scrub her back and wash her body. She sat in the bathtub without moving and letting them do their work. After a while, they made her stand and dressed her up. She felt like she was in an 80's movie that features the life of royalty. Agnes watched her bare self in the reflection of the mirror. The scars that fade away was now replaced by a new and fresh one. Her eyes wandered around her body until they found the oldest one near her stomach.

Ava sat quietly on the sofa wearing the clothes my assistant had delivered. They were pink. The fitted dress hugged her figure far too well, soft fabric outlining every dangerous curve. The short skirt exposed part of her pale legs, and the instant my eyes landed there, I noticed it. A long, ugly scar. It crawled across her leg like a grotesque centipede burned into her skin. I froze and suddenly couldn't stop imagining what kind of suffering could leave a scar like that behind. My wolf went silent. Ava noticed my stare almost immediately. Her scent sharpened with embarrassment and defensiveness.

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said