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 days holed up in her room. Abandoned by Sean,

curse too, but she wouldn't be as foolish as

back, pinning her down. The pain elicited a muffled groan from Rachel. Gritting her teeth, she reached out to grab

only resisting Rachel's tug but also

the things you've done with Yolanda, don't think I'm

laughed, "Trace? 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

she was doing now 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

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

on the spot, fearful unease flashing in her eyes. Yet, she quickly regained her composure, "Want to accuse me of having a dozen boyfriends like Miranda, of

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