Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone closed the bedroom door and dialed up James. "Do me a solid, man. Warn Rachel to stay in line and stop playing her tricks. If she dares to touch Quintessa, I'll make sure she's toast in Emberbrook." After hanging up, Tyrone switched off his phone, stripped down, and slipped into bed. He pulled back the covers, peeled off one of Quintessa's shoes with a look of distaste, pulling her into his arms to sleep. After all, when he said he'd sleep in every day with her, he meant it.

The better Quintessa slept, the more Rachel seethed.

At the moment, Rachel was on the verge of losing it completely - her eyes bloodshot and her office a battleground of shattered office supplies. The computer, her cellphone, coffee mugs, and documents all over the floor.

Rachel, holding a knife, slashed a stuffed toy given to her by a subordinate, leaving not a single part of it untouched; its stuffing spilled out.

She muttered, "I knew it. I knew Quintessa wouldn't let me off, that b**** "

“B****, b****, b****. Why does she have to steal my man? Why couldn't she have died with her mother?"

take away what's mine now. You

up her phone, only to remember it was broken beyond repair. She grabbed the landline and dialed a number. "Hey, Kris, help me track Quintessa's recent whereabouts. Yeah, I need exact

the receiver down, Rachel's face twisted

long as Quintessa breathes, I will never have

Quintessa, don't

was so exhausted that she slept like the dead until 3 pm, awakened only by

got up, holding her stomach, not caring whether Tyrone was there, and

kitchen, the soup and dishes Cecilia had made were

against the stove, Quintessa fixed her gaze on the pot, wishing she could turn up the heat and make the soup

aroma of the soup spread, and Quintessa eagerly ladled out a large

door frame, gazing at her with a deep look. Quintessa immediately held the bowl closer. "If you want some,

followed her to the couch. "Serve me