Chapter 233


    The words were like a siren’s song, her face an icy mask.


    Sophia let go of Brielle’s hand, her fingertips trembling uncontrobly. “How could William ever be


    wrong? His treatment of me is justified. All he needs is for me to take you down. As long as | take you


    down…”


    “And after you’ve dealt with me, what then? What’s your prize, Sophia? For heaven’s sake, you’re a


    Rond, aren’t you? Has your resolve really crumbled that easily? After just a couple of days of his


    mind games, have you caught a case of Stockholm Syndrome? Wake up, girl. You’re just refusing to


    face the truth.”


    Those words struck Sophia like a sledgehammer, mercilessly crushing her. Sophia’s pupils dted


    slowly, her body felt drained of strength, and she wanted nothing more than to copse


    on the floor.


    Brielle’s words were as sharp as a knife, cutting deep without mercy. “I’ve heard a story before.” Brielle


    continued, her voice cold. “About a woman who was abused as a little girl. She lied to herself, iming


    she liked it, and ended up selling her body. But at twenty–five, she killed herself. She couldn’t keep up


    the lie anymore.”


    Sophia clung to a nearby chair, her body trembling as she slid down to the floor. Dammit, Brielle, why


    did she have to be so cruel with her words?


    But Sophia had to admit, Brielle was right. She was lying to herself. She couldn’t confront William, so


    she hypnotized herself into believing that all her troubles were because of Brielle. If she could just get


    revenge on Brielle, everything would be okay.


    Brielle had ripped open the darkest secret of her soul, exposing it to the light. Sophia wanted tough,


    and she did, augh tinged with madness.


    Brielle watched her without a word, slowly closing her eyes. Truth be told, she had no idea if Sophia


    would actually help her. She was just buying time.


    Wasn’t Mason in touch with Tiffanie? Knowing she had offended the Ronds, he would surely find a


    way to help, wouldn’t he? Although Mason seemed quite cunning at the party, Brielle had a feeling he


    wouldn’t abandon her.


    And then there was Andrew. He must know what the Ronds were up to, given his ties to them. If


    Andrew knew, it was only a matter of time before Max would find out.


    “Sophia, have you made up your mind?” Brielle asked, her voice steady.


    A look of manic hatred shed in Sophia’s eyes, but it quickly settled into a cold calm. “Brielle. what do


    you think you are to Max? Did he ever exin his dealings with the Barnes family to you? Are you so


    sure that after being humiliated by the bodyguards, Max will still take your back? That he’ll stand up for


    you, a woman scorned, against his brother’s girl and offend the Ronds? You really think too highly


    of yourself.”


    Chapter 233


    Sophia was no longer the same person she used to be. Regardless of whom she decided to retaliate


    against, the experiences she had gone through were real. In her eyes, they all deserved death–William


    and Brielle alike. They should all go straight to hell.


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    The chance to push Brielle into the abyss was right in front of her, and she wasn’t about to


    miss it.


    A sinister smile curled her lips. “Think you can talk me into helping you with your clever words? Dream


    on. You’ll get a taste of what those men are like.”


    With those words, Sophia walked out the door, leaving Brielle to the hungry gazes of the several


    bodyguards stationed outside. It was as if their eyes were hands, stripping her bare.


    Brielle furrowed her brows, sweat slowly tracing its way down her forehead. It wasn’t fear that gripped


    her. If she truly faced what was toe, she wouldn’t give up on herself like Sophia had. She would


    make the Ronds pay.


    For now, she was relieved. The bodyguards hadn’te barging in yet.