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,

if you know where they

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? Where did I go

James and even Tyrone’s secretary, Shirley, for gossip but to no avail. She didn’t

downfall, she couldn’t help the smirk

any better,” Rachel

for his infidelity. “Men are scoundrels,” she spat it out before shooting a scomful glare at

her father, Sean secretly sympathized with Jerome. He knew his daughter well; her high–maintenance ways could drive any man away. Men, he knew,

Jerome, it would have been odd not to have women vying for his attention.

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

seductress. Your relationship with Jerome has been stable for years,

That witch. I’ll

with a hint of scorn. Stable relationship? If it were truly stable, they would be married by now. Three years had passed, and yet there was no talk of marriage, not even an engagement.