Quintessa's declaration was brazen and roguish.

Tyrone and Cecilia were both frozen in place as if under a spell, staring straight at Quintessa.

Quintessa was the very siren who had cast the spell.

From the other end of the phone, Rachel's breaths came quick and heavy, charged with a fury close to combustion.

"Quintessa, do you have no shame? I'm your aunt, and Tyrone is my boyfriend. If you had any decency, you wouldn't stoop to such lows. Are you really setting out to follow in your mother's footsteps? Does stealing someone else's man give you a sense of achievement?"

Rachel's spiritual fortitude was commendable. Had it been Miranda in her shoes, she would have lost her composure and lashed out in a blind rage.

sending Cecilia a clear message: Quintessa was nothing but trash, a home-wrecker just like her mother, rotten to the

about to let Quintessa off

expected, Cecilia's complexion changed instantly, her

didn't wavered, still as charming as ever. She looked at Tyrone, raising her chin: "You're right. Taking your man does give me a peculiar sense of achievement, especially when I think about

it right there, aren't you afraid of

I'm just worrying it might not come

"Rachel, you keep saying Tyrone is your boyfriend, but does he acknowledge

her tone to one of feigned sweetness and cooed, "Am I right,

suppressed his smile. Quintessa's lies came as naturally as breathing, no

found

throat, he played along

shot Tyrone a look that said, "good, smart

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