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.

tinged with sorrow, sending Cecilia a clear message: Quintessa was nothing but trash, a home-wrecker

to

Cecilia's complexion changed instantly, her gaze towards Quintessa turned

Tyrone, raising her chin: "You're right. Taking your man does give me a peculiar sense of achievement, especially when I think about your man sleeping

shrieked: "Quintessa. Stop it right there, aren't you afraid

of karma; I'm

but does he acknowledge

to one of feigned sweetness and

his smile. Quintessa's lies came as naturally

found Rachel quite

he played along with Quintessa:

Tyrone a look that

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