Elowen clenched her fists, her eyes burning with hatred.

It was all because of those photos Amara had brought-photos that exposed the messiness of her private life—that her father had locked her up! This was entirely Amara’s fault, and right now, Elowen hated her with every fiber of her being.

Amara walked up to Elowen, giving her a slow, appraising look from head to toe.

Elowen had lost several pounds since the last time they met clearly, she hadn’t been doing well lately, and had probably barely eaten these past few days.

“What are you staring at?”

Seeing Amara enter the room and silently survey her with a slight look of contempt, Elowen grew even angrier.

“You showed those photos to Dad a few days ago, and that’s why he locked me up. I won’t forget what you’ve done! Listen, Amara-don’t think you’re getting off that easily…”

Elowen had been dreaming of getting back at Amara for some time, and now that Amara had come to her of her own accord, she immediately raised her voice, hurling threats.

Amara thought Elowen was hopelessly foolish-to be in this situation and still resort to threats? Hadn’t she learned anything?

“Oh? You’re still threatening me?”

With a sharp slap, Amara raised her hand and struck Elowen hard across the face.

Elowen, weakened from not eating, toppled straight to the floor at the force of Amara’s blow. Her knee smashed against the cabinet, making her yelp out in pain. She cupped her burning cheek and looked up in disbelief. “You dare hit me?”

“Of course I do,” Amara replied coldly.

She crouched down, grabbed a fistful of Elowen’s hair, and yanked her upward, her stare icy.

“So, you and Amelia thought you could plot against me? What were you after, huh- hurting the child I’m carrying, and ruining my health too?”

Elowen froze in shock. Did Amara know about what she and Amelia had tried to do to her?

She quickly checked Amara’s stomach: it was still gently rounded. That meant their plan had failed, and Amara hadn’t lost the baby.

What happened—did she not eat the cake, or did someone rush her to the hospital in time?

Seeing Elowen’s gaze land on her stomach, Amara grew even more irritated.

She tilted Elowen’s head up, lowering her voice. “What’s wrong? Disappointed to see that my baby’s just fine?”

Finishing her words, Amara released

her grip and stood up. “I’m not here to do anything else to you today-b just came to give you a warning if you tryanything against me again, the consequences will be far beyond what you can handle.”

Her tone was calm, but beneath that calmness was a stone-cold threat.

Amara could have destroyed Elowen completely, but for now, Elowen was still living at the Sullivan estate, and Larry hadn’t given up on her just yet. That meant Amar couldn’t go too far for now, she would let Elowen off the hook.

But Amara had already taken note of everything Elowen had done to her. She would

make sure to repay each offense, one by one.

With a last cold glance at Elowen, Amara turned and walked out.

The door slammed behind her with a bang, leaving Elowen at the brink of collapse.

She thought about how good her life

Thet

had once been-even if she wasn’t her father’s biological child, her status in the Sullivan fangily had been high. She could do whatever she wanted to Amara, walking all over her.

But now—everything had been turned upside down. Amara had her pinned underfoot, crushing her without mercy. How had things ended up like this?

How had it come to this?

Elowen screamed and sobbed in her room, tearing it apart in a fit of rage. But even as she screamed herself hoarse and her room was left in ruins, nothing could change her reality.