Chapter 1208

The voice, a tapestry of familiarity, wove through the air.

Rhea’s gaze lifted, and a tremor danced within her frame as recognition dawned, words escaping her

trembling lips.

“Sister… How unexpected was your return?”

A jolt of trepidation surged through Rhea, her eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before her.

The doctor, too, cast a glance, noting the newcomer’s appearance-a figure lean and graceful, hair

framing her face, the fall of bangs lending an air of mystique. Clad in a coffee-hued trench coat cinched

at the waist, the woman’s svelte form exuded an aura both captivating and peculiar.

“Are you two sisters?”

The doctor’s query hung in the air, met not with fondness but with a shadow of fear in Rhea’s reply.

“Doctor, your presence is no longer required. A private exchange awaits my sister and me.” Shera cast

a swift glance towards the doctor, a silent plea for compliance.

The doctor withdrew, her tools in tow. With the door closed, Shera advanced with measured steps.

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She beheld Rhea with an unsettling smile, a gaze that sent shivers cascading through Rhea’s being.

Rhea remained ensnared within the grip of her terror, her composure yet to regain its footing. Fingers

clenched the sheet, a desperate tether to reality, while the cadence of her heart quickened in tandem

with each measured step Shera took.

In recent times, her attempts to connect with the distant villa had been incessant, a prelude to her

imminent visit and an act of reclaiming the place for herself.

Thoughts once whispered the tale of Shera’s fate, consumed by illness or spirited away from the villa’s

confines. The servants, unable to explain it to her, must have fled, leaving Rhea’s queries unanswered.

Yet now, the truth seemed to present itself in somber clarity.

Shera lingered in the space, a smile upon her lips and eyes affixed upon Rhea, a gaze so intense that

it etched a frigid path through Rhea’s core.

Yet, as if a curtain dropped on the scene, the smile vanished, replaced by a ferocity that held Rhea

captive. Shera’s fingers, once extending with the weight of malevolence, encircled Rhea’s neck in a

sinister embrace that sought dominion.

“Rhea, I stand here to claim your existence.”

Struggles were feeble, sounds were mere whispers in the face of impending darkness.

“Sister… Aid. Me…”

Shera’s eyes, wide as if in the throes of a primal hunt, remained locked on her prey.

“The depths of your cruelty know no bounds! A captive within foreign shores, a puppeteer of

heartlessness towards your own flesh and blood.

Five years later, I languished there, shackled by circumstances…

I’m your sister, who tended to you as a mother would. How ruthlessly you’d cast me aside, a pawn in

your pursuit of Marcus. Is that not the truth?”

A blaze of ferocity ignited within Shera’s eyes, hues of red eclipsing reason.