Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 688

Chapter 688: That day, Miss Morgans men dragged me to an isolated area near the mountain base, where she began her assault.

Her first kick hit my stomach, and she yelled that my suffering was because of my friendship with Harlee, someone she despised.

When my left arm broke under her pressure, she mocked me, saying I deserved it for daring to exist in her world.

She declared herself the esteemed Morgan family member and labeled me a worthless individual, fit only to amuse others.

She said dying by her hand was the highest honor Id ever achieve.

Later, as my right arm shattered, she threatened that no matter how likable I seemed, her wealth could silence any criticism.

She added that if I refused to submit, shed twist my death into a scandalous story, claiming I was a homewrecker beaten to death by an angry wife.

The courtroom fell into a heavy silence.

The grainy video had only shown a vague image of Lindsay kicking someone, but Tiffanys clear and unwavering tone painted a brutal picture that struck everyone in the room.

Lindsays cruel words and Tiffanys matter-of-fact recounting of her injuries left them in stunned disbelief.

As Tiffany spoke, tears suddenly streamed down her cheeks.

She called me garbage, a mere plaything for others entertainment, claiming I should be grateful for the privileges she could grant.

betray Harlee, or shed yank out my hair strand by strand and carve my scalp with sharp stones… Recalling the scene, Tiffanys voice faltered as her body began to

long, but the nights since had been

venomous words echoed in her mind, and even sleep was plagued by nightmares of

the incident, Tiffany hadnt had a good

since that day, for her tears

Why hadnt she spoken earlier? Was it fear of the memories? No, it was the determination to drag Lindsay into

suffered a thousandfold, shed

face a mix of sorrow

nearby, suddenly dropped something

sound was faint, it rang out in the stillness,

between Tiffany, her face streaked with tears, and Lindsay, whose calm, even smug demeanor remained

lips moved faintly, but no

could capture the mix of dread

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Clint who finally broke through the

his face reflected both deep sorrow and empathy for

hands quivered as he turned his piercing glare toward Lindsay,

with an

if justice spares you, I

Clint could say more,

hands in her own