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 woman incapable of

have been reduced to tears by

beg. She did not cry.

woman’s tears are only powerful in front

front of a bastard like Tyrone? What gave him

hand on Quintessa, but his scorn was worse than physical harm.

her and dismissed her as filthy, even though it seemed

disgusting, yet he can’t keep away from me? Who’s the real

subsided a bit as he saw her powerless form, and he suddenly felt an odd sensation

to wipe his fingers and lightly touched Quintessa’s face, warning, “From now on, keep it straight. Don’t tick me off again. You’ll only be

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 I care about pleasing you? What makes you think you matter to me?”

cared about whether she was happy or struggling?

Was it really worth all this scheming?

help me? Why would you? By spending a night with you, I’d have you hand it to me? How would

yet still