Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa's declaration was brazen and roguish.

Tyrone and Cecilia were both frozen in place as if under a spell, staring straight at Quintessa.

Quintessa was the very siren who had cast the spell.

From the other end of the phone, Rachel's breaths came quick and heavy, charged with a fury close to combustion.

"Quintessa, do you have no shame? I'm your aunt, and Tyrone is my boyfriend. If you had any decency, you wouldn't stoop to such lows. Are you really setting out to follow in your mother's footsteps? Does stealing someone else's man give you a sense of achievement?"

Rachel's spiritual fortitude was commendable. Had it been Miranda in her shoes, she would have lost her composure and lashed out in a blind rage.

But Rachel kept her cool, her voice tinged with sorrow, sending Cecilia a clear message: Quintessa was nothing but trash, a home-wrecker just like her mother, rotten to the core.

Rachel was not about to let Quintessa off the hook.

As expected, Cecilia's complexion changed instantly, her gaze towards Quintessa turned icy.

Quintessa's smile didn't wavered, still as charming as ever. She looked at Tyrone, raising her chin: "You're right. Taking your man does give me a peculiar sense of achievement, especially when I think about your man sleeping with me every night, it brings me with immense joy. If you're that capable, why don't you take him back?"

Rachel shrieked: "Quintessa. Stop it right there, aren't you afraid of karma?"

Quintessa chuckled: "I'm not afraid of karma; I'm just worrying it might not come enough." This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Locking eyes with Tyrone, Quintessa taunted, "Rachel, you keep saying Tyrone is your boyfriend, but does he acknowledge that? He personally told me that seeing an old, ugly, and pretentious woman like you makes him sick."

Then Quintessa changed her tone to one of feigned sweetness and cooed, "Am I right, darling?"

Tyrone suppressed his smile. Quintessa's lies came as naturally as breathing, no rehearsal needed.

However, he indeed found Rachel quite repulsive.

Clearing his throat, he played along with Quintessa: "Absolutely."

Quintessa shot Tyrone a look that said, "good, smart move."

"Auntie, you heard him. I'd advise you to stop struggling and start preparing a generous wedding gift for me and Tyrone. Your husband becomes your nephew-in-law; either way, we're still all family." Rachel ground her teeth: "I don't believe it, Quintessa, that's enough!"

Quintessa shrugged: "Believe it or not, your man's not yours anymore. I can't help that I'm irresistible. How else do you think I made myself at home here? Even Mrs. Cecilia York can't help but like me, she even personally made soup for me just now. Come on, at your age, just save your energy. What can you possibly offer to compete with me?"

Cecilia opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by Tyrone: "Mom, sit down and take a break."

Cecilia was livid, the little temptress was shameless, and her son-he was actually enjoying it?

Pointing at him, Cecilia hissed, "You and her, you're in cahoots!"

Rachel clenched her fists tight: "Quintessa, I'm warning you, don't push me too far, or I won't let you off easy."

Quintessa raised an eyebrow: "The same goes for you. Now that I'm back, your man is no longer yours."