Rachel felt every bone in her body scream as her knees and elbows collided with the sleek marble floor. The pain was so intense it made her tremble all over.

Upon hearing Quintessa's voice, she shuddered, as if caught in the same curse as Miranda's outburst that night at home. Quintessa, that wretched woman, was like a curse cast over her, one she couldn't shake off no matter how hard she tried.

Despite their relentless efforts to bring her down, here she was, thriving, better off than any of them.

Rachel was all too familiar with Miranda's misfortunes. She knew Miranda couldn't enter the Lott family anymore. The word around town was that Miranda had started sleeping with boys since junior high, had abortions in college, and had gone through nineteen boyfriends-a promiscuous woman indeed.

her own world, Miranda seldom ventured outside. She spent her days holed up in her room. Abandoned by Sean,

Rachel was determined not to end up like Miranda. Quintessa might be her curse too, but she wouldn't be as foolish as

on her back, pinning her down. The pain elicited a muffled groan from Rachel. Gritting her teeth,

firmly planted, not only resisting Rachel's tug but also

done with Yolanda, don't think I'm oblivious. Do you really believe you're that clever?

timid, you know! If you find any

to her mother back then. Rachel seethed, "Wretch, I won't let you revel for long. If you think you've made my life miserable, wait till

on Rachel's foot, squatted down, looking at Rachel's grimacing face and smiled, "Oh, Rachel, if I could keep Miranda from marrying into the Lott family; rest assured, I can do the same to you with the Yorks. No, no, no, not just the York family,

changed drastically on the spot, fearful unease flashing in her eyes. Yet, she quickly regained her composure, "Want to accuse me of

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