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, and with Lilian in detention, she was losing her mind,

Miranda. Quintessa might be her curse too, but she wouldn't be as foolish as Miranda. She'd find a way to rid herself of Quintessa, to ensure she couldn't

pain elicited a muffled groan from Rachel. Gritting her teeth, she reached

Quintessa was firmly planted, not only resisting Rachel's tug

"Quintessa, the things you've done with Yolanda, don't think I'm oblivious. Do you really believe you're that

timid, you know! If you find any

paled in comparison to what they had done 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 I

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

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

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