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.

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

about to

instantly, her

peculiar sense of achievement, especially when I think about your man sleeping with

it right there, aren't

chuckled: "I'm not afraid of karma; I'm just

but does he acknowledge that? He personally

her tone to one of

lies came

indeed found Rachel quite

throat, he played along with

Tyrone a look

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