Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Yvette couldn’t speak; her flailing arms were twisted and pinned behind her back by Sophia. She struggled desperately, but only muffled cries for help

escaped.

To her dismay, Zachary, the man she thought had succumbed to her charms, merely adjusted his glasses, with no intention of helping Yvette at all. His seemingly gentle eyes were fixed on Sophia with keen interest.

Sophia grinned at Yvette and said, “Yvette, I’m growing fonder of you by the day. You’re like an indestructible cockroach. I can’t imagine how lonely I’d be without you around.”

Sophia chuckled with dark delight. After letting go of Yvette, she instantly transformed into a picture of innocence, her angelic smile belying the cruelty beneath, as if nothing had happened at all.

Once Yvette was finally freed, she looked up, only to meet Sophia’s utterly twisted grin. A shiver ran down her spine, an icy chill creeping through her

limbs.

With cake smeared all over her face and hair, her eyes welled up with tears of humiliation and grievance. She gave Zachary a pitiful, pleading look.

Seeing that Zachary didn’t even glance her way, his gaze fixed on Sophia the whole time, Yvette was heartbroken. Covering her tear-streaked face, she turned and fled the room in humiliation.

Sophia looked at the cake on the coffee table and shook her head. She said, “What a waste of such delicious cake. Yvette’s perfect in every way, except for her talent for ruining good food.”

Zachary narrowed his eyes, studying Sophia intently. Suddenly, a wild, almost feverish smile broke across his face, the obsession in his gaze impossible

to hide.

He said, “Ms. Sophia Chandler, I never understood why you were always so hostile toward me. But now, I finally get it.”

Sophia rolled her eyes and sneered, “Aren’t you just amazing?”

Zachary smirked and strode over, sitting down right beside her.

Sophia was fiercely protective of her personal space. Anyone who dared get close without her permission had to pay the price. Without hesitation, she drove her fist into Zachary’s face, her eyes flashing with deadly sharpness like honed blades.

“Get this close again if you have a death wish,” she hissed coldly.”

Zachary clutched his nose and mouth, the sharp sting instantly bringing back memories of their first encounter. Through gritted teeth, he said, “Ms. Sophia Chandler, we’re two of a kind, cut from the same cloth.”

Zachary blinked, his eyes stinging a little. Instead of getting angry, an unsettling eagerness and obsession flickered in his gaze. His voice came out muffled behind his hands.

Sophia scoffed, “I’m human. What the hell are you?”

Zachary seemed convinced that he and Sophia were kindred spirits, so her attitude didn’t faze him. He was about to say more when his cell phone rang, interrupting him.

After taking the call, his expression smoothed into its usual polite mask, and he offered Sophia a courteous, almost gentlemanly farewell.

After washing the cake off her face and changing into a fresh dress, Yvette came downstairs only to find Zachary already gone. She shot Sophia a glare, seething with silent rage at the injustice of it all.

Too intimidated to confront Sophia directly, Yvette could only turn and head back upstairs.

“Hold up,” Sophia called out, her voice lazy and unhurried.

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Yvette froze mid–step. Her heart pounded as she stammered, “What now?”

Sophia placed the broken butterfly hairpin on the coffee table and asked, “Like it? It’s from Zachary.”

Pent–up resentment, anger, and jealousy surged through Yvette once more. She snapped, “Sophia, enough already! It’s just a butterfly Hairpin, What’s there to brag about?”

Instead of getting angry, Sophia smirked and said, “If you want it that badly, you can have it.”

Wette choked up, her eyes wide with disbelief. She asked, “You’re giving this to me?”

Sophia maintained her smirk and said, “Take it if you like.”

Yvette felt a lump in her throat as she stared at the butterfly hairpin, the very one Zachary had given away. She had gone shopping with Zachary to pick it out, naively thinking it was meant for her.

She’d chosen the one she liked best, never imagining it would end up with Sophia. Hearing that Sophia was offering it to her, Yvette couldn’t believe it. She thought, ‘Since when has Sophia ever been this kind?‘

Sophia smirked and said, “Want it or not? I’ll toss it if you don’t.”

Wary that Sophia might try something, Yvette rushed over and snatched the butterfly hairpin in one swift motion. She clutched it tightly now that it was finally in her grasp.

Before Yvette could even catch her breath, Sophia tipped her chin up and commanded, “Hand over your necklace.”

Yvette froze, her eyes widening. She asked, “What do you mean?”

Sophia sneered, “Fair exchange, got it?”

Yvette froze, stunned. She thought, ‘I’ve been duped. I knew she couldn’t possibly be that kind.‘ Shoving the butterfly hairpin back, she muttered, “Forget

it, I don’t want it anymore.”

Yvette’s necklace was bought by Heather for 200 thousand. As for the butterfly hairpin, she had assumed Zachary would buy it for her, so she modestly picked one herself that cost less than 30 thousand.

Sophia’s expression darkened instantly. She snapped, “Who said you could just refuse my gift?”

Yvette clutched her necklace, her eyes brimming with tears. “This is a forced transaction,” she protested.

Sophia snapped, “Enough with the chatter. You dirtied the butterfly hairpin. Pay up now.”

Yvette wanted to protest, but recalling Sophia’s formidable fighting skills, she took out her phone with a look of suppressed resentment on her face.

Sophia said, “150 thousand. Not a single cent less.”

Yvette’s hand froze mid–air. Finally, she broke down sobbing. She said, “How could I possibly have that much money?”

Sophia arched a brow, a sly glint flashing in her eyes,

Yvette immediately realized Sophia was after her necklace again. Clutching her necklace protectively, Yvette lowered her head and began to sob softly, looking like a poor victim bullied by a tyrant.

Sophia grew impatient and swung her legs down from the coffee table.

Yvette’s face went pale in terror as she stumbled backward a few steps. With trembling hands, she hastily unclasped the necklace from her neck and dropped it onto the coffee table. Clutching the butterfly hairpin, she bolted upstairs without a second glance.

Sophia shot Yvette a disdainful look, then carefully wrapped the necklace in a tissue, as if she were handling something contaminated.

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Yvette rushed back to her room, slammed the door shut, and threw herself onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

She thought, ‘Why? Why is this happening to me? I’m supposed to be the female lead here. How can I keep getting constantly bullied by a supporting character like Sophia?‘