Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 75

On that fateful night, Quintessa’s world was awash with color and spectacle, while the Young family’s home buzzed with an undeniable vibrancy, with its lights burning bright until dawn.

Miranda’s cries echoed through the night, and her walls from midnight to morning disrupted the family’s rest. Her room was a chaotic mess; her smartphone’s screen lay shattered, and amid the debris, she sat on the floor, with tears streaming down her cheeks. “He wants to break up with me for some floozy,” she sobbed. “I just heard that tramp’s voice, and she has the nerve to take a bath with Jay, the shameless hussy. Just like Quintessa, they’re all the same, nothing but tramps.”

Suddenly Miranda leaped to her feet, feeling her rage boiling over. “That vixen, I’ll skin

her alive, I’ll scratch her face off”

Jerome, the apple of Miranda’s eye, had shattered her world the night before and driven her to the edge of despair,

her daughter. “It’s the dead of night, dear. Even if you know where they are, where would you begin to look? If you must confront them, wait until

inconsolable; she flung herself into her mother’s arms and wept bitterly. “Mom, how could he do this to me? Am I not pretty enough? Is my family not good enough, or did I not love him enough?

had been seething with agony. She’d approached James and even Tyrone’s secretary, Shirley, for gossip but to no avail. She didn’t want her family to know about Tyrone’s intentions to

somewhat alleviated by her plight. downfall, she couldn’t help the smirk that

Miranda won’t fare any

feeling her heart aching for her daughter, cursed Jerome for his infidelity. “Men are scoundrels,” she spat it out before shooting a scomful glare

sympathized with Jerome. He knew his daughter well; her high–maintenance ways could drive any man away. Men, he knew, preferred a gentle touch,

it would have been odd not to have women

my side? Jerome’s out there with another woman, and you blame me? What did I do wrong? Where did

“It’s not your fault, darling. It’s that seductress.

witch.

they would be married by now. Three years had passed, and yet there