Chapter 47: Mental Breakdown


    Chapter 47: Mental Breakdown


    "Wow, Isabe, you really know how to enjoy yourself. Living in such a big apartment! You know,


    you used to live in the attic," Chloe said, admiring the apartment''s environment as she entered.


    This luxurious ce was filled withrge furniture, thick carpets, and vases with fresh, dew-kissed


    flowers all around.


    Indeed, the apartment was vast and spacious, decorated with the kind of luxury that Chloe had


    always dreamt of. While her family had money, she had grown tired of the countryside. No matter


    how spacious it was, or howrge, it couldn''tpare to Chicago and this apartment.


    Chloe daydreamed about standing on the balcony, gazing down at the city lights, sipping a ss of


    wine in a rocking chair, and enjoying the street view. She couldn''t help but think about how


    wonderful it would be if this were her ce.


    At this moment, Chloe couldn''t help but think about it.


    Isabe watched Chloe, behaving like the apartment''sdy, and bit her lip, not saying a word. She


    was just too timid. She had spent so many years living in Chloe''s shadow, almost as if it had


    be a reflex to stop resisting when she saw Chloe.


    "Alright, Isabe, tell me, which room are you staying in now?" Chloe turned to look at Isabe.


    Isabe pointed to the master bedroom. Originally, this apartment had been just for her, and


    Emanuele had moved all of her stuff into the master bedroom. So she had been living in there all


    along. Later, when Emanuele came, he hadn''t asked her to leave, so naturally, she stayed in the


    adjacent guest room.


    Chloe immediately pushed open Isabe''s bedroom door, and when she saw the spacious interior,


    she was stunned.


    "Wow, this is really nice. Isabe, look at you! A lowly bitch like you can actually live in such a good


    ce! It''s unbelievable." Chloe closed the door and sat down on Isabe''s bed without any


    politeness.


    "Yeah, this bed is soft andfortable. Isabe, how did you manage this? Why would Emanuele


    allow you to live in such a nice house? Didn''t he see your wretched nature? You''re only fit to live in


    a dark warehouse, not here."


    Chloe continued, getting up to open Isabe''s closet. When she saw the high-end luxury clothes


    and bags, her jealousy went through the roof.


    "God, damn it, Isabe, why the hell do you have all of this?" Chloe''s own closet didn''t have so


    many high-end clothes; her mom only allowed her to buy three or four expensive outfits a year. But


    Isabe''s closet was full of them!


    Jealousy was driving Isabe to the brink of madness.


    Why did Isabe get to have so much while she had nothing?


    After thoroughly inspecting Isabe''s room, Chloe turned back to Isabe and pped her.


    "You wretch, you slut! Do you think you can resist me now just because you have all of this? Today,


    I allowed you toe out, and you dare to refuse me!"


    Isabe''s cheek stung from the p, and she was forced to shrink back, unable to move. Her


    rational side told her she should resist, that she shouldn''t let it go on like this. But her emotions


    continued to control her actions. For all these years, she had grown ustomed to being bullied by


    Chloe, making it impossible to act against her.


    Isabe''s weakness only fueled Chloe''s cruelty. She reached out, grabbed Isabe''s hair, and


    forcefully mmed her head against the nearby wall.


    "Wow, you wretched bitch. Look at you now, just like a piece of crap. Do you dare to resist me now?


    Huh? Do you think Emanuele likes you, and you can do whatever you want? If you weren''t his


    stepsister, would he take care of you like this? He''s just ying with you, and there are plenty of


    other women around him. Once he gets tired of you, he''ll rece you. When that happens, I''ll kill


    you."


    Chloe''s sharp voice was piercing, making Isabe''s head pound against the wall. She felt a ringing


    in her ears and thought she was going to die.


    After lecturing Isabe, Chloe let her go. It was a relief because this wasn''t her own ce. With so


    many people paying attention to her, causing serious injuries would only bring trouble.


    "Isabe, go tell Emanuele you want to live with me," Chloe decided when she saw the luxurious


    apartment. She liked Emanuele, but when they first met, he had seemed to despise her and


    avoided contact. Yet he had been quite good to Isabe. So, Chloe thought she could manipte


    Isabe into living together and getting closer to Emanuele. Emanuele would surely ept her


    proposal, and soon she would have him all to herself.


    Chloe was very confident. She had a slender figure and good manners, far better than the


    overweight Isabe. Emanuele would definitely fall for her; it was just a matter of time.


    Upon hearing Chloe''s words, Isabe was shocked, as if she had heard something terrifying. She


    stared at Emanuele with an incredulous look in her eyes.


    "What did you say?" Isabe couldn''t believe her ears.


    "I said I want to live with you both. Go tell Emanuele that we, as cousins, haven''t seen each other in


    a long time. You miss me and want to live with me."


    "I won''t say that!" Isabe clenched her teeth. This was the first time she had gathered the courage


    to resist Chloe. She could imagine that if Chloe moved in, she would torture her relentlessly.


    Isabe knew she had to be strong and protect herself. She was no longer the fragile little girl she


    once was, living in Chloe''s shadow. If she couldn''t hold her ground now, she might fall back into the


    same miserable life she had known as a child.


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    As soon as Isabe spoke, Chloe pped her across the face again. Isabe''s vision dimmed, and


    her cheek burned, but she remained standing. She refused to give in, to let Chloe have her way.


    "You bitch, what did you say? You don''t want me to move in? Are you out of your mind? I''ll kill you!"


    Chloe shouted in anger. She was like a raging lioness, her dignity challenged. She had never


    imagined that Isabe, who had always obeyed her, would learn to resist.


    Isabe endured several ps from Chloe. At this moment, she felt as if she had been transported


    back to her childhood, the time when Chloe had tormented her from age six to seventeen. She was


    now twenty-two, and she had thought she had escaped Chloe''s control. But she realized she had


    never truly broken free.


    In this moment, Chloe was torturing her with such ferocity that Isabe couldn''t move.


    Not until Chloe realized that things might not be going her way did she immediately release Isabe.


    Isabe, now unsteady on her feet, copsed onto the floor.


    "I''ve got to go now. I''ll visit you again next time, Isabe. If Emanuele asks, you know what to say,


    right?" Chloe tidied her hair, maintaining her appearance as a refineddy, in stark contrast to the


    battered and bruised Isabe on the floor.


    Before leaving, Chloe took two dresses from Isabe''s closet.


    "These dresses will look better on me, Isabe. You''re too fat to pull them off."


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    Isabe stared at Chloe''s departing figure. She felt like her world was copsing, descending into


    darkness, and there was no glimpse of a future.


    All the confidence and strength she had built over the years had crumbled in this moment.


    Trembling, she reached for a bottle of pills, doubled the dose, and swallowed them to stop her body


    from shaking so violently. But her spirit had already copsed.