Broken Vows and Buried Twins novel Chapter 124

The contract was perfectly fair.

But now... now her legs were temporarily paralyzed, and she was left with a hideous scar across her face. She refused to accept this!

She was going to make one final play!

"Pretty Lady... the orange candy is so sweet... next time, I want to play with you and Gigi... Pretty Lady... you're the best... I love you so much..."

In the dead silence of the room, Melody sat by the bed, listening to Caden's sleep-talking.

Her hands, resting on her lap, clenched into fists so tight her knuckles cracked.

She glared at Caden, her eyes dripping with absolute venom.

Five years of constant companionship, and she still hadn't won this wretched child over!

Why? What gave Hester the right?

Hester had only interacted with Caden a handful of times, yet the boy was completely infatuated with her?

Melody's chest heaved. Her scarred face twitched violently with a toxic blend of jealousy and uncontrollable rage.

Truthfully, in the beginning, she had every intention of honoring the contract. She had fallen for Julian the second she saw him, but she knew back then that a nobody from the slums like her was unworthy of him. Besides, Julian was married to Hester. She had once been profoundly grateful to Hester, genuinely looking up to her and relying on her like a big sister.

But over the past five years, the higher she climbed, the more insatiable she became. She had tasted Julian's preferential treatment, and even though it was all an act, it was enough to intoxicate her.

When did she start believing she could actually replace Hester? Melody thought back. It was probably when Julian privately transferred company shares to her, granting her real, tangible power. She had become an executive who could make or break people's careers with a single word.

The power she had gained through shortcuts was like an addictive drug, slowly poisoning her. From that moment on, her delusions of grandeur had grown like wild vines, spiraling out of control.

Those vines had sprouted from the filthy mud of her impoverished hometown. They were desperate to climb higher, clawing their way toward the sunlight.

Whether her methods were ethical or clean no longer mattered.

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