Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Chapter 2

Yolanda did not miss the contempt in Diana's tone. She looked up slowly as her clear and shrewd gaze fell upon the older woman. She asked, "What do you mean I can't go through the front door?"

Diana was about to say something when Zora, who had been in the living room, came to the front door. Her high heels clacked against the polished floor as she approached Yolanda with a smug smile.

Upon seeing Yolanda up close, she gasped. "Goodness! Yolanda, is that you? What has three years of being in the juvenile detention center done to you? Where did all this extra weight come from?

"Diana, you ought to bring her to the dermatologist before that horrible acne scars her face! You wouldn't want men to run at the sight of her, would you? It's bad enough that she's a talentless and an unambitious student, but to lose a pretty face..." Her words cut Diana like knives. In the past, Diana had made similar remarks about Zora's daughter when Yvonne was around, but only because Yvonne was an exceptional child.

Now that Yolanda was back, the scales had tipped in Zora's favor.

"Oh, I just remembered. With the new school term coming around, Yolanda's bad grades and less-than-savory permanent record would be a cause for concern. She wouldn't get into first-rate schools.

"I have a cousin who is a school vice principal. She'll be attending an art exhibition in three days. Maybe you could bring Yolanda with you, and I could introduce you," Zora offered.

Zora's smug expression belied her generosity. Yolanda saw through the former's act and interjected coolly, "No, thanks. The only admissions exam I'll take will be for the best high school in the continent."

Upon hearing this, Diana stiffened. Even Zora shot Yolanda an incredulous look. For some reason, she felt small under Yolanda's gaze. It was as if Yolanda was more powerful than her.

Yolanda spoke with certainty and left no room for questions.

What talent or academic achievements do you have under your belt?" Diana demanded furiously. She lashed out at Yolanda after enduring Zora's merciless taunts. "I wouldn't have to beg for favors if you were half as brilliant as Yvonne!" She then turned to address Zora. "It's very kind of you to offer,

Diana as the words "half as brilliant as Yvonne" echoed through

the rest of fine society calling you a wicked and self-serving mother," Zora pointed

She was starting to get sick of hearing about the

she snapped at Yolanda.

stared at the heavy set and acne-covered young lady before her. How could she have birthed someone so ugly? Why did she have none of Yvonne's beauty and

to embarrass me with your philistine tendencies when we show up at the art exhibition,"

and surveyed the Henderson residence. Her eyes were like icy orbs of onyx as she stared at Diana's retreating figure. "So, this

at Yvonne's room, which had been decorated with opulence

noticed Yolanda taking in Yvonne's room. She added frigidly, "Your room is next door. Don't be upset that it's all you deserve. Yvonne is slated to get into a first-rate university soon, so she naturally gets the best room." Yolanda tipped her head to one side and looked up at Diana imperiously.

have given birth to you. You kept stealing money and getting into fights in the past. If Yvonne's accomplishments hadn't made

she inherited this body from the real Yolanda, but it seemed she didn't have to go to such lengths. "I'm not your daughter. She's already dead," Yolanda said lightly as she

that! Why did you even come back here? You should have died in the center!" Yolanda heard each word loud and clear, but she was unruffled. She was no better than

marred her features until they looked like they were bridged by

began typing. She clicked on the link that redirected her to the Intercontinental Web. She was about to key in her password and

the same password again, but the beeping ensued with indication that she

plane crash, and Yolanda was the only one who knew the password that let her access the Intercontinental Web. She even logged onto it mere minutes before she got on the plane. "Nydia?" she muttered under her breath. Nydia Hoffman was her adoptive younger sibling, who was of similar age and had similar skill sets. She was the only other person who