Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Lilian wished that she had a knife in her hand at that very moment. Anyone could see Quintessa's intentions from a mile away. She was out for revenge against Miranda. Everyone knew how much Jerome meant to Miranda. Quintessa, that cunning fox, always knew where to strike where it hurt the most.

Miranda was practically defenseless against her, always being crushed under Quintessa's heel.

Lilian was filled with regret. Back in the day, all for the sake of pride, she didn't take Quintessa down with her. Now, she found herself constantly on the back foot, practically having this little witch riding her back.

Lilian's face twisted with malice as she threatened, "Quintessa, I know what you're up to. You just want to avenge your late mother, huh. I could take your mom down back then, and I can easily do the same to you now. In my eyes, you've always been nothing but the spawn of a nobody. Squashing you would be like squashing an ant."

Quintessa's eyes flashed with venom as she scoffed; then she stepped up to the mirror to touch up her makeup.

"You say you're past your prime, but that's giving you too much credit. How has your brain turned to mush too? You could easily take down my mom back then because she was kind-hearted. But I'm not like her. Any goodness in me was devoured by you vultures long ago. I've come back to face you all, fully prepared. Do you really think I'm the same little Quintessa? Tsk, tsk. How foolish you've been; having not succeeded in three years, you're acting all high and mighty in front of me now. I've got people backing me now, so just try touching me and see."

Lilian's anger boiled over, "You think you're all that, huh? Think Tyrone would actually fall for someone like you? Cut the act."

Quintessa nodded, "Well, you got that right. Tyrone does like me. Not just like, he's head over heels. You think I could have made it this far in the entertainment industry without him?"

Lilian glared at Quintessa, "What exactly do you want?"

Quintessa turned around, smiling, "Revenge, of course. I've said it before, as long as I'm alive, you'll never live in peace."

Quintessa's smile might have been beautiful, but all Lilian could feel was a chilling dread creeping up from her feet. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Their family had been facing troubles for the past couple of months, and Lilian was convinced Quintessa had a hand in it.

This woman was even more troublesome than she was three years ago.

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Suddenly, Quintessa asked, "Oh, how's your precious son, by the way? Couldn't bear to bring him along? We haven't seen each other for so long, I bet he misses me."

If Jerome was Miranda's Achilles' heel, then Matthew was Lilian's biggest vulnerability.

Matthew had been lying in the

hospital, practically comatose, like a

living dead. This was a wound in

Lilian's heart that couldn't be

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touched. Her eyes widened with

rage as she yelled, "You witch, don't

you dare utter my son's name."

"Oh, I touched a nerve, did I? What, did karma finally catch up to him? He didn't die, did he?"

"You witch, shut your mouth!" Lilian lunged at her.

Quintessa sidestepped, and Lilian, unable to stop herself, lost her balance and went flying forward. Her head smacked into the sink with a loud thud, giving out a soundthat screamed pain.

Quintessa shook her head, sighing, "Auntie, you really should be more careful! At your age, why such impulsiveness?"