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,

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

mother’s arms and wept bitterly. “Mom, how could he do this to me? Am I not pretty enough? Is my family not good

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 to know about Tyrone’s intentions to discard her, and her days

the smirk that crept across her face. Her

won’t fare any better,” Rachel thought

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

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

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

blame me? What did I do wrong? Where did I fail?” Miranda’s voice was a mixture

console her by reassuring her, “It’s not your fault, darling. It’s that seductress. Your relationship with Jerome has been stable for years, and she must

must have! That witch. I’ll tear

scorn. Stable relationship? If it were truly stable, they would be married by now. Three years had