Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

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.

She spent her days holed up in her room. Abandoned by Sean,

like Miranda. Quintessa might be her curse too, but she wouldn't be as foolish as

The pain elicited a muffled groan from Rachel. Gritting her teeth, she reached out to grab Quintessa's ankle in a desperate attempt to topple

firmly planted, not only resisting Rachel's tug

tremblingly saying, "Quintessa, the things you've done with Yolanda, don't

Oh, please. That's hilarious. What have I done? Rachel, don't scare me. I'm quite timid, you know! If you find any trace, call the police to arrest me. After all,

she felt guilt-free. What she was doing now paled in comparison to what they had done to her mother back then. Rachel seethed, "Wretch, I won't

the Lott family; rest assured, I can do the same to you with the Yorks. No, no, no, not just the York family, but all the elite families. Rachel, I remember

her composure, "Want to accuse me of having a dozen boyfriends like Miranda, of having abortions after sleeping around? Quintessa, please