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,

tried to calm her daughter. “It’s the dead of night, dear. Even if you know where they are, where would you begin

how could he do this to me? Am I not pretty enough? Is my family

of relief. Ever since she discovered Tyrone’s affair, she felt her heart 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

couldn’t help the smirk that crept across her

won’t fare any better,” Rachel

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

with the drama, Miranda. It’s time you checked that princess attitude,” he said with a firm voice. Though he was her father, Sean secretly sympathized with Jerome. He knew his daughter well; her high–maintenance ways could drive any man away. Men, he knew, preferred a gentle touch,

for a bachelor like Jerome, it would have been odd not to

on my side? Jerome’s out there with another woman, and you blame me? What did I do wrong? Where did I fail?” Miranda’s voice was a

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

must have! That witch. I’ll

would be married by now. Three years