Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 14

The room was a complete disaster, looking as if it had just been ransacked by thieves.

A girl with brightly colored streaks in her hair was pacing the room like a caged tigress, her eyes flashing with rage.

“Let me out! That little beggar Vivienne dared to trick me? I’m going to tear her apart!”

The Ravenshire patriarch had five sons and two daughters, but in the entire sprawling clan, including two granddaughters from outside the family, there were only three girls. All the rest were boys. Rarity made them precious. Moreover, the old man was not traditional; compared to the rowdy, brawling grandsons, he preferred the sweet and gentle granddaughters. As a result, the girls in Obsidian Estate were even more spoiled.

Bianca, having been pampered her whole life, had never suffered such a huge humiliation. There was no way she could let it go.

Tessa, worried she would get into more trouble, did her best to keep her in the room.

“Bianca, be good. Your mother has already gone to see the old master. He’s always doted on you and won’t let you suffer for nothing. Be a good girl now and put that down.”

Bianca stood on her European-style, ornately carved princess bed, brandishing a crystal vase, her face contorted with rage. “Don’t try to fool me! My mother is too busy with her boy toy to care about me! And Grandpa is completely biased. Ever since that little beggar came to Obsidian Estate, he doesn’t care about me anymore! I’m going to beat that little bitch to death for bullying me like this.”

Tessa’s temples throbbed. She was an old hand who had served three generations of the family's ladies and had watched both Talia and Bianca grow up. Her relationship with them went far beyond that of a mere employee.

The Bianca before her was wearing heavy, inappropriate makeup, a tight tank top and skinny jeans, her nails painted a rebellious black. If they weren’t in Echostone House, who would ever associate this street-punk-looking teenager with a high-born young lady of the Ravenshire family?

“Miss Bianca, who taught you to speak like that? Is this how the Whitmores raised you?” Tessa scolded, a mix of anger and heartache in her voice.

Bianca’s face darkened. She pointed at Tessa. “What? You’re going to pull the age card and lecture me again? Where were you before? If you can’t stand it, then send me back to the Whitmores. I don’t want to be here anyway! It was bad enough being a Ravenshire, but now even some beggar from the streets can bully me! I’m going to go back and tell my dad. If you won’t stand up for me, I still have the Whitmores.”

At twelve, a child is in the throes of rebellion, and Bianca was a textbook troubled teen.

Tessa clutched her heart, her head aching. “Miss Bianca, please, just listen!”

Bianca sneered. “Listen, listen, am I a dog you raised? From the day I was born, all you people ever say is ‘listen.’ Well, I’m telling you now! If you don’t make that bitch Vivienne kneel at my feet and beg for forgiveness, you can forget about ever controlling me again! And you can forget about me ever listening to you again.”

“You…” Tessa, seeing she couldn’t get through to her, turned pale with anger.

“Well, well! You seem to have plenty of energy.”

Vivienne, who had been listening outside the door for a while, chose the perfect moment to walk in with a smile.

Tessa, who was still reeling from Bianca’s attitude, was stunned to see Vivienne’s gloating face. Was this Miss Lexton out of her mind? How dare she come here to provoke them at a time like this?!

Ms. Talia already had a mountain of troubles to deal with. If anything happened to the young miss, how could she ever face the late mistress?

“Ah!” Bianca cried out in pain. She didn’t understand Tessa’s good intentions and only saw it as everyone turning against her. In a fit of temper, she lost all sense of proportion and kicked out at Tessa.

Caught off guard, Tessa let out a pained cry and fell to the floor, her face ashen.

Vivienne turned to look at Bianca. The girl stood frozen, a look of regret flashing across her face. She took a half step forward, then retreated.

As she thought, kids are just kids. No one is born evil.

“What are you all doing?”

Just as the atmosphere grew thick with a strange tension, Talia pushed the door open and walked in. Her gaze first swept over Vivienne, then moved inconspicuously over the broken glass on the floor, before she slowly entered the room.

Talia?

Vivienne looked up and met a gaze filled with an unreadable, probing intensity. Before she could decipher the emotion in Talia’s eyes, the woman had already walked past her without a second glance. As they passed, Vivienne caught the scent of an elegant, subtle perfume.