Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1164: history is written by the victors

Everyone knows the narrative of how Zoren's mother, Naylani, tried to take his life. They say it was out of jealousy because Naylani wanted all of her husband's attention, love, and affection. For a woman like Naylani, who had come from a humble background, people called her a woman who won the lottery.

Enzo Pierson was not only an enigmatic businessman who charmed everyone with his charismatic personality, but he was also born with a big heart. The wealth he grew up with and the infighting for power and control never affected who he was. Instead, he used that as fuel to not be like his family. Despite having all eligible women from the upper echelons showing interest, he fell in love with a woman from a small town during one of his trips.

They said it was love at first sight.

Naylani, after all, was indeed a stunning woman. Besides her background, she was intelligent, delightful, and naturally elegant. No one had imagined she had something twisted hiding behind that beautiful shell. Only when she was arrested for stabbing her son and leaving him in the attic to burn him alive did everyone find out she was not just the Cinderella everyone thought she was.

She was the witch-insane. She deserved to be in a psychiatric ward.

But what everyone didn't know was that the narrative was completely twisted. Because, at the end of the day, history is written by the victors, and the histories of the losing parties belong to the shrinking circle of those who were there.

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[Flashback — a continuation of Zoren's flashback from Chapter 1094: *You Made Me Sick.*]

"You... you are the reason this has all failed. I will kill you — I will kill you!"

BOOM!

Naylani froze upon hearing a loud explosion somewhere downstairs. If the explosion was heard in the attic, she knew it was big enough. Just as she was trying to figure out what it was, she heard quiet laughter beneath her.

Slowly, her eyes fell on the little boy, lying on the floor. His little mouth stretched into a twisted smile, his eyes squinting as he said,

"She's dead." His words were harsh for such a little boy, and the look of

amusement in his dark eyes looked a little misplaced. "That woman, Mother, she's dead."

to catch a whiff of gas and smoke in the air. Her eyes dilated, and her breathing slowed. Her grip on the shard loosened, causing it to fall

after almost being strangled to death. He sat up, facing the woman

suffering, Mother." Naylani's eyes shook as

up something from grandma's house. It's about that time when Grandma sends us something — I requested it, of course. Otherwise, she would've just been suspicious, right?" He cocked his head to the side, unbothered by the growing fire on

was also a spy to harm Zoren and Enzo, was doing her job as a maid properly, Zoren was aware of her routine. Once she came back from Old Pierson's Residence, the maid would store the dishes Old

some.

was what

the explosion,

demon," Naylani breathed out, shaking her head, her eyes

Zoren shrugged indifferently. "Didn't I say

as her eyes darted around. "I need

"The first floor is probably engulfed in flames. Even if you try,

and glared at him, reaching for the shard she'd momentarily let

"If you have a

Zoren's face disappeared as a layer

kept the shard pointed at him, taking careful steps toward the door. When she opened it, sure enough, the smoke outside was already thick. However, the fire hadn't reached the attic yet. It gave

just as she was ready to

can't go!" he yelled. "You! This is

him off, but with him hugging her arm, it proved to be a challenge. "Let me go! I

his side. When Zoren's body landed on the floor and blood quickly spread on his clothes, Naylani dropped the

the sight of blood tainting his clothes. Her mouth quivered as she stared at the demonic child on the floor. However, as the smoke wafted through her nostrils, she clenched her teeth and fled, leaving him

survive. If Zoren

as well? After all, she didn't think she could live another

with her arm as she made her way down. 'May he not die from that stab... and

For once, they had something in common - their twisted hatred for

quickly crawling up. She tried going down, but something

thinking of how she would