Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 88

Quintessa just wanted Tyrone to get the hell out. She didn’t have time to waste on his nonsense.

Not everyone was born with a silver spoon in their mouth like Tyrone, who seemed to have it all, fear nothing, and control everything. All that he possessed was a stark contrast to Quintessa’s meager existence. It wasn’t long ago that even the thought of surviving another day felt like a luxury to her.

Lifting her chin defiantly, she sneered, “If you’re gonna fight, then bring it on. If you’re gonna kill me, just do it already. And if you’re not gonna do a damn thing, then get lost. I’ve got a million better things to do than waste my time with you.”

Tyrone squinted his eyes and said with a hint of intrigue, “Alright then, since you’re so eager, let’s begin.”

An hour passed, and Quintessa was drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted without an ounce of strength left.

Through it all, not a single tear escaped her eyes.

Was this

else might have been reduced to tears by

did not beg. She did not cry. She

always remembered what someone once told her: A woman’s tears are only powerful in front of someone who cares

a bastard like Tyrone? What gave him the

hand on Quintessa, but

didn’t want her and dismissed her as filthy, even though it seemed to take every ounce of his

to herself, “He finds me disgusting, yet he can’t keep away from me? Who’s the real wretch here, him or

longer had the strength to hold herself up. Tyrone’s anger subsided a bit as he saw her powerless form,

Quintessa’s face, warning, “From now

eyes, Quintessa showed no sign of surrender or compromise. She said in a hoarse voice, “That role was meant to be mine. I was just claiming what belonged to me. What’s wrong with that? Why should

she was happy or struggling?

supporting role. Was it really worth all this scheming? If you wanted it so badly, why

looked at him with scorn, “Come to you, and you’d help me? Why would you? By spending a night with you, I’d have you hand it to me? How

with Jerome, yet still got