The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 349

Yesterday's malicious anonymous email flashed through Nora's mind once again.

Seeing the innocent, sweet smile on Giselle's face right now—as if she wouldn't even hurt a fly—Nora felt an indescribable chill run through her.

Who else but this arrogant heiress would be so eager to trample her, the in-name-only Mrs. Hayes, completely into the dirt at her own home-court gala?

Giselle played the part of an innocent angel in public, yet behind the scenes, she was capable of bribing suppliers to drug drinks and sending vicious emails to threaten her.

Giselle was an absolute master at being two-faced.

The lights in the hall suddenly dimmed, leaving only a single spotlight shining on the center of the stage.

Amidst the applause and well-wishes of the guests, Giselle closed her eyes and made a birthday wish in front of a massive nine-tier cake.

Soon after, a melodious waltz echoed through the banquet hall.

Gideon gave a slight bow, extended a perfect hand in invitation, and led Giselle onto the dance floor.

Julian waited nearby with a smile, ready to take Gideon's place for the next song.

All focus was centered on the dazzling siblings in the middle of the dance floor.

Nora turned her head, looking out across the banquet hall.

Giselle stood in the brightest light, surrounded and praised by everyone.

She possessed the most luxurious jewelry in the world, Gideon's boundless favoritism, and Julian's meticulous care.

She was utterly radiant, like an unreachable princess.

Nora looked down at her own hands, covered in tiny cuts from severe overwork. She looked at her dull, plain black dress, and felt the unloved new life growing deep within her womb.

She wouldn't let Giselle keep driving her into a corner with those dirty, underhanded tactics.

To avoid alerting Gideon in the hall, and to prevent that incredibly biased man from blindly pinning all the blame on her again...

Nora set down her glass and pulled her phone from her purse.

She pulled up the audio files she had secretly recorded earlier—the ones of Giselle's provocations and vicious curses.

Then, she brought up the number she rarely contacted, her fingers typing rapidly across the screen as she fired off a message.

[Giselle, knock it off with your dirty tricks.]

[Come up to The Rooftop Terrace at the Peninsula alone. We need to talk, just the two of us.]

[Don't force me to play the vicious recordings of you taunting me at the old estate, or expose the fact that you paid someone to drug me at the club to ruin me, right here in front of everyone at your glamorous birthday gala.]