“I am Alana. If you must know the reason, then look at this.” Alana raised her left hand. “You can see that I am missing two fingers.”
Evelyn gasped again. “You’re saying…”
“Yes, that b*tch did this to me.” Alana gritted her teeth. “And I’ll make her pay for that.”
“Count me in,” said Evelyn. “I’m a Murphy. No one beats me up and gets away with it.”
“You underestimate that woman,” said Alana. “She’s trained in the art of combat. She can take on five men easily, don’t you know that?”
“I don’t,” said Evelyn. “I’d have come up with a better plan otherwise. I thought Morgan could’ve done it, and then the scandal would break out. Not even Abel can shut the public up. For his family’s reputation, he must cancel the wedding, and then I can have my revenge. I did not expect her to still be able to fight after she got drugged.”
“You hate her because you like Abel, don’t you?”
“Like him?” Evelyn said honestly, “I’m head over heels for him. All it took was one glance, and I fell for him. I should’ve used my connections to make him marry me, but I didn’t. And that b*tch slid in.”
Alana sneered. “Ah, so you’re walking the same path I did.”
“What?” Evelyn was shocked. “You like him too?”
“That’s not even enough to describe my feelings for him. I would’ve been his wife if not for Emmeline.”
“So she won.”
“That goes for you too, you know.” Alana chortled.
“Not yet,” said Evelyn. “I haven’t lost. Not when the dust hasn’t settled.”
“Good luck.” Alana sneered. “I just hope you won’t end up like me.”
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