Chapter 28

She blocked Yvonne's path, her voice dripping with moral superiority. "Yvonne,

you've gone too far. Matt only gave you a necklace like mine because he feels sorry for you. You should be grateful, not throw it in the pool and trample all over his good intentions."

Yvonne's mood was already sour, her thoughts lingering on the poor girl whose life she now inhabited. Seeing this drama queen only made her feel more irritated. Without a word, she raised her hand and slapped Queena hard across the face. "You talk too much. I guess I've been too easy on you."

She hadn't held back. A red handprint immediately bloomed on Queena's left cheek.

Stunned, Queena's ears rang. With a cry of rage, she raised her hand to strike back, but she didn't even manage to touch a single hair on Yvonne's head. Yvonne caught her wrist in an iron grip. The pressure was so intense that Queena's face went white with pain.

"You hit me! When Mom, Dad, and Jacob find out, they won't let you get away with this!"

"You think I'm afraid of them?" Yvonne sneered, tightening her grip on Queena's arm and forcing her backward one step at a time.

In the past, the real Yvonne had cared about nothing more than her family's approval. Queena's threats always worked on her. But Yvonne couldn't care less.

"You suspected I was possessed, right? Well, you were right. I'm a demon who crawled straight out of hell, and I'm here for you." Yvonne's lips were close to Queena's ear, her voice a low, menacing whisper that coiled around Queena like a curse.

A sudden, chilling fear seized Queena. She stumbled back, forgetting she was at the edge of the pool. Her high heel slipped, and at that exact moment, Yvonne released her grip.

With a loud splash, Queena fell backward into the water, her arms and legs flailing.

"Ah! Help! Somebody help me!" she shrieked, thrashing in the water. Through her blurred vision, she saw Yvonne standing by the poolside,

armisos ng her

desperate struggle with an amused expression.

“Queena!” Matthew's voice cut through the air. He ran over and, without a moment's hesitation, dove into the pool. After a brief struggle, he managed to drag Queena to the side.

Soaking wet and clinging to Matthew like a drenched kitten, Queena burst into tears. "Matt, I was so scared! I thought I was never going to see you again!"

"It's okay, Queena, you're safe now," Matthew murmured, holding her tight and stroking her hair. "I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you."

She had swallowed a bit of water, but the two of them were acting out a dramatic life-or-death soap opera scene they weren't tired of the. performance, but Yvonne wa getting tired of watching.

rushed

in

her

Teresa rushed out of the villa when she heard the commotion, a thin blanket in her arms. She wrapped it around Queena while shouting for a maid to call an ambulance. The estate was thrown into chaos. An ambulance arrived shortly after, its sirens wailing as it whisked Queena away to the hospital.

In all the pandemonium, it seemed everyone had forgotten about Yvonne.

She simply yawned and went back to her room to catch up on her beauty sleep.

When Yvonne woke up, George and Jeffrey were back, and Queena had already been discharged from the hospital.