Seraphina’s POV
My voice ca out as a hoarse whisper, rough with rage and shock. This had to be so twisted nightmare.
"Roxanne," I said again. "Where did you get those? They’re not yours."
I could spot those pieces from miles away. It felt insane because I wanted nothing to do with the man who’d given them to , yet they remained among my most treasured possessions. I wasn’t sure if Julian even rembered these specific gifts, but they ant everything to . I would never hand them over to anyone.
Roxanne’s eyes, which normally filled with those phony innocent tears, turned cold. A dangerous glint flickered in their depths. A slow, maddening smile curved her lips.
"These?" She cooed, her fingers stroking the smooth moonstones around her neck, deliberately savoring my tornt. "Mom and Dad gave them to . A late birthday present, they said. They know how much I love special jewelry."
The lie filled the air like poison, twisting the blade deeper into my already torn heart.
My parents? The sa people who’d never given anything that wasn’t purely functional? Who’d never bought jewelry that wasn’t so worn-out hand--down? The parents who watched suffer, watched break, and always chose her side?
Naturally, they would help her hide her theft instead of supporting .
Before I could process her cruel boldness, Mother stepped forward. Her face was a stone mask of righteous fury.
"Seraphina! How dare you accuse your sister of such nonsense? These beautiful pieces were gifts from us, selected especially for Roxanne. To suggest she stole them, or that they were ever yours, is disgusting slander! What’s gotten into you?"
Interesting how I hadn’t even ntioned stealing, yet she was already defending against it.
As usual, I was the villain. The envious sister causing trouble again.
Her words cut through like knives. Every old hurt, every dismissal, every cruel comparison, every mont of feeling worthless, erupted inside . The breath I couldn’t catch earlier now felt like a crushing weight behind my eyes.
They hadn’t just given my gifts away. They were erasing my mories, my value, my very existence. They were mocking my suffering, validating her betrayal, laughing at my pain.
I couldn’t believe I’d been grateful that my room seed untouched when I returned. The only reason I hadn’t noticed missing items was because I hadn’t looked carefully enough.
A fury I couldn’t describe consud .
My vision exploded in blinding red. The quiet, wounded girl I’d been, the one who tried to reason, tried to understand, tried to be perfect, disappeared. In her place stood a woman betrayed.
I saw Roxanne’s smug expression, the stolen jewelry sparkling, and sothing inside broke.
My hand shot out without thought, pure instinct, a cry made flesh. The sharp, satisfying sound of my palm striking her cheek rang through the stunned silence like thunder.
Ti seed to freeze when you do sothing completely out of character, and that’s exactly what happened.
I expected to feel guilt first, but instead, a massive weight lifted from my shoulders.
Roxanne’s head snapped to the side, her eyes wide with stunned disbelief, a bright red mark appearing instantly on her pale skin. She gasped in pure shock.
I didn’t bla her. I was equally amazed that I was capable of such action.
Roxanne had always managed to gaslight or manipulate into feeling stupid and worthless, but this ti felt different.
Before anyone could respond, before Mother could shriek, the living room door, already cracked from Roxanne’s earlier dramatic entry, burst open with a furious crash.
Three figures appeared in the doorway, their faces shifting from worry to complete shock at the scene before them.
Julian entered first, followed closely by my father, the eternally stoic arrogant fool, then Nolan, whose usually easygoing features were now twisted with rage, his lips curled in a snarl.
Nolan, spotting Roxanne holding her reddened cheek, imdiately fixed his gaze on .
"You witch! What the hell did you just do to her?" His voice dripped venom, possessed with fury. He stepped forward, fists clenched, ready to destroy .
I couldn’t understand his devotion to Roxanne, but I feared his hatred for might destroy his life.
But Julian quickly blocked his path. His hand shot out, gripping Nolan’s arm with iron strength. Julian’s eyes, usually warm, were now cold, deadly, burning with unspoken nace.
"Nolan!" He thundered, his voice carrying an alpha’s undeniable command, cracking like lightning. "That’s enough! You will respect your Luna, and I hope I misheard you, because if you truly called my mate a witch, then you and I will have serious problems."
He turned his gaze to , his golden eyes sweeping over my shaking, furious form, then to Roxanne’s tear-filled, shocked face, finally resting on the vivid red mark blooming on her cheek.
The air crackled with unspoken questions, with suffocating tension.
I wanted to scream that this was all his fault. Everything I did sohow connected back to him. Maybe if I hadn’t gotten involved with him from the start, he and Roxanne could have had their perfect ending.
"Seraphina," he said, his voice surprisingly steady despite the storm in his eyes, a strange calm amid the chaos.
He slowly released Nolan, who continued glaring at , seething with helpless rage. "What happened here?"
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