Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa's words dropped like a bomb, exploding in the middle and instantly changing the Lott family's expressions. Jerome, with a scowl that could freeze hell over, swiftly yanked his arm away from Miranda's grasp.

Nineteen boyfriends? What on earth could that mean? Anyone hearing it would probably snicker to themselves, thinking her as Miss Collect-'em-all?

Quintessa smirked inwardly. Wasn't I accused of stealing others' boyfriends? Well, let me tell you just how many I've 'stolen.'

Was the number nineteen or not, she could not remember exactly. But it was just a bluff, but she would make the Lott family believe that number was absolutely real.

Quintessa played her part to the hilt: "Yeah, I'm that notorious sister, snatching all her boyfriends. You got it

her. She's just trying to smear

eyes, her voice cracking in desperation to prove her innocence,

In the ninth grade, you and a boy from the next class went off to a motel, got caught by the teacher,

Quintessa

of the past and the truth behind it made

else did you think? Oh, and in your junior year of high school, you shacked up with that basketball player from your class for two months until his parents kicked you out of the apartment. I didn't get any of that wrong, did I? You should thank me for that one-I was the one who took photos of you two living together and sent them to the boy's family. I did it for your own good. How could you afford to be in a relationship with such

doings, and with her emotions like gunpowder all night, easily ignited without her parents to

in college, she had a miscarriage and bled heavily. I was the one who gave her the blood transfusion. That was my blood, sis.