Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa looked into Rachel's eyes, knowing she was holding back her anger and frustration, but dared not explode. She deliberately said, "But then again, he's not your man anymore, is he? Or maybe, he was never really yours to begin with, right Rachel?"

Rachel's face drained of color, her body trembling slightly, eyes reddening but stubbornly holding back tears. Her forced "strength" was heartbreaking.

"Quinn, does it have to be like this between us?"

"What else did you expect?"

Rachel bit her lip, saying, "Can't we go back to how things were when we were kids? Why can't we reconcile? I'm willing to give Ty to you, as long as you stop being so stubborn, okay?"

Quintessa's lips curled into a sinister smile, "Clearly, that's a 'no.' This is just who I am, this is just how despicable I can be. I told you three years ago, as long as I'm around, none of you will have peace. That still stands. Seeing you doing so well, Rachel, it just doesn't sit right with me. If I'm not happy, then naturally, why should you be?"

Rachel's hand tightened around her purse. She had tried subtly to tarnish Quintessa's reputation in front of Mrs. York, but Quintessa had become even more unyielding.

Rachel knew it would be difficult to provoke Quintessa now.

Her heart filled with anguish, she said, "Quinn, why have you become like this? If your mom knew what you've become now, it would break her heart." "Rachel, come here, it's been so long. Let's hug it out."

Suddenly, Quintessa embraced Rachel, her stiletto heel pressing down hard on Rachel's instep.

Rachel winced in pain but bit her lip. The Young family had already fallen apart; she couldn't ruin the Harrington family debutante's ceremony.

Quintessa's heels were thin enough to kill, and she exerted all her strength, grinding into Rachel's instep, as if her heels could pierce through to her sole. Quintessa's hand reached up Rachel's back, suddenly grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking hard, tears pricking at Rachel's eyes from the pain.

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Quintessa released Rachel, stepping back, a strand of hair in her hand.

With a sigh, she blew the hair towards Rachel's feet, lips curling, "Sorry, Rachel, got a bit carried away there. I've just accidentally plucked a few of your hairs, but you're always so forgiving, you surely won't hold it against me, right?"

Rachel shook with pain, unable to speak. Her features twisted in agony and hatred.

Mrs. York stood nearby, dumbfounded, while Tyrone watched Quintessa coldly.

This woman never seemed to learn to truly rely on others; she stood alone, covered in blood, refusing to ask for help.

Tyrone felt a pang, a sense of blockage in his heart.

"If you won't speak, then you forgave me. Have fun tonight."

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Quintessa dragged someone away with one hand, glancing back at Rachel with a cold smile. Rachel, this was just the beginning.