Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 353

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 353**

**Chapter 353: The Philips Corp Sisters 1**

Ashley’s heart raced in her chest, a wild drumbeat of excitement and apprehension as she spotted the approaching group. The air was thick with tension, and she felt a rush of adrenaline course through her veins. “Stella!” she called out, her voice slicing through the ambient chatter like a sharp blade, each syllable infused with a challenge that hung in the air.

Stella’s lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk, a cruel mockery that suggested she was relishing every second of this confrontation. “Well, well. Look who we have here. Ashley! I half-expected you to have scurried off to beg your beloved best friend for some support. What’s the matter? Did she leave you high and dry?” Her tone dripped with sarcasm, and she exaggeratedly scanned the room, as if searching for an audience to witness Ashley’s impending humiliation.

A cold, mirthless laugh escaped Ashley’s lips, her eyes glinting with defiance as she locked onto Stella’s gaze. “Oh, darling, you should be far more concerned about your own predicament. Word on the street is that your father is preparing to marry you off to none other than Travis. How charming! I can only imagine the joy bubbling within you. A notorious philanderer paired with a dazzling beauty like yourself—what an utterly scandalous narrative you two will weave in Kingston!” Each word dripped with venom, expertly crafted to cut deep.

Stella’s expression darkened, the playful mockery swiftly replaced by a flicker of rage. The reputation of Travis Brooks—a notorious womanizer known for his shameless exploits—was common knowledge among their social circle. Yet, her father, blinded by the allure of wealth and prestige, seemed determined to bind her to the Brooks family. The mere thought filled her with humiliation, and Ashley’s taunts twisted the knife deeper, igniting a fire of fury within her.

“Enough of this petty squabbling, you two!” another woman interjected, her voice smooth yet commanding, slicing through the tension like a hot knife through butter.

Ashley raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “And who might you be?” she inquired, her tone dripping with skepticism.

The newcomer offered a practiced smile, one that suggested she was no stranger to the intricacies of social skirmishes. “Sonia. I’m Stella’s cousin.”

Ashley’s gaze flicked between the two women, her appraisal cool and calculating. “Quite the contrast between you two,” she remarked, her words laced with a hint of disdain, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air.

Stella felt her anger bubbling to the surface, nearly choking her with its intensity. She had been simmering with rage, and Ashley’s relentless needling was pushing her temper to the brink.

Suddenly, the fitting-room door swung open, drawing their attention like moths to a flame.

Out stepped a girl adorned in a gown as dark as the midnight sky, the bodice elegantly strapless, perfectly hugging her figure. The skirt flowed around her like a cascade of stars, delicate crystals twinkling as they caught the light. Her long, seaweed-dark hair tumbled around her shoulders in a wild, carefree manner, lending her an air of untamed grace. The sight was almost ethereal, a vision that seemed to belong to a dream rather than the harshness of reality.

“Holy—Lillian, you look absolutely incredible!” Ashley exclaimed, her voice rising in genuine awe, the earlier tension momentarily forgotten.

Stella and Sonia turned to look, their expressions betraying a flash of astonishment. Yet, as Sonia’s gaze fell upon Lillian, her expression morphed into something sharp and ugly, a manifestation of her inner turmoil.

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