“The tides turned against her, and Marcus, wise to her mischief, cast her out. She admitted her transgressions and her artifice woven against you. Not only did she depart, but her son and daughter-in-law were also expelled from the company’s embrace. Her reckoning was well-deserved.”

Bria’s pursuit of employment had yielded no success, ultimately leading her to the role of a cleaner within these walls.

Following her conversation’s conclusion with Gemma, Millie’s spirits experienced a notable lift, akin to sunlight piercing through dark clouds. The universe, she believed, possessed a sense of justice that would eventually catch up with those who carried malevolent intentions.

The mystery surrounding Marcus’ avowal of misunderstanding on that particular evening began to unravel. In recent times, Millie had deliberately maintained her distance from him, her indifference to the matter palpable.

On a day like any other, as Millie strolled beyond the community’s entrance, an elegant woman descended from the adjacent Maserati, gracefully halting her progress. The woman was Rhea.

“Millie, has this now become your residence? A favorable circumstance, I must say.

Your permanent

surroundings, her affluence accustomed to more grandiose surroundings. To her, this neighborhood resembled nothing more than a gathering of destitution, a stark contrast to her own lavish

eyes narrowed, pondering Rhea’s uncanny presence. It was as though Rhea had been incessantly monitoring

I dwell is solely my prerogative. Your involvement

aversion towards you, wishing for your absence. Thus, returning is not an option. Exercise sagacity;

Bria in prior instances, displayed no

recognize

crossed resolutely. “It is accurate that Celeste holds no affection for me, though it appears her sentiments toward you are equally tepid. In my estimation, you might be, at

me outweighs all else.

locale. Spare yourself from

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