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.

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

was not about to

changed instantly,

of achievement, especially when I think about your man sleeping with me every night, it brings me with

it right there, aren't you

afraid of karma; I'm just worrying it might

but does he acknowledge that? He personally told

changed her tone to one of

lies came as naturally as breathing, no

indeed found

he played along

shot Tyrone a look that

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