Chapter 193



“Madonna,” she began, each word dripping with contempt, “you’d better humble yourself and apologize to my mother, or else…”

Madonna scoffed upon hearing that, her anger flaring. Belinda wanted her to apologize to that shameless woman? That was absurd. She would never do that!

“Are you threatening me right now?” Madonna said, her voice rising. “What can you possibly do to me?”

Belinda smiled, a knowing glint in her eye. “I won’t do anything to you,” she said calmly. “But the Barnett family’s company… Well, that’s a different story. The company might suffer if you don’t apologize to my mother.”

She was using her connections to intimidate Madonna, to manipulate her. But why not? Since Madonna hadn’t played fair, why would she?

Madonna’s face darkened, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t you dare!” she hissed.

Then, a flicker of something crossed her face. Her lips curled into a sneer. “You think you can hurt the Barnett family’s company just because you say so? Do you really have that much power?”

Belinda shrugged nonchalantly. “Believe it or not, it doesn’t matter. Just ask your dear brother about Ryan and the Adams family. He’ll fill you in.”

Then, you can decide whether to apologize to my mother or not.”

Madonna’s face twisted into a mask of fury. She clenched her jaw, and her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at Belinda. “You can dream on!” she spat, her voice venomous. “I will never apologize to your mother! She is a shameless homewrecker!”

A dangerous glint flashed in Belinda’s eyes. She was about to unleash a torrent of fury, but then, she suddenly thought of something. A slow, calculating smile spread across her face as she locked eyes with Madonna.

gⱯlnσνe𝓁s․com has the stories you love “Oh, Madonna,” she said, her voice dripping with contempt, “you seem to have forgotten a little detail about your past. You do remember how you managed to marry Albin before, right?”

Madonna’s face paled. Her eyes widened in shock and fear as she stammered, “What… What are you talking about?”

Belinda leaned forward, her voice low and menacing. “Let me refresh your memory then,” she said. “You saw Albin, a handsome young man, and you wanted him. So, you tricked him. You drugged him and slept with him, forcing him to marry you. All while he was engaged to another woman.”

Madonna’s face turned a sickly shade of white. She tried to say something to defend herself, but the words caught in her throat.

Belinda continued, “And let’s not forget how you showed up at the Barnett family’s doorstep, pregnant and demanding to marry Albin. That was when Albin and his fiancée were already preparing to get married. A real classy move, Aunt Madonna.” With that, Belinda started clapping.

Madonna’s expression turned livid. “This is nonsense! How did you know this?”

“Nonsense?” Belinda smirked. “According to Kylee, it’s the truth. She told me that your dear brother had revealed everything to her while he was drunk.”

“Are you saying that Baker lied about this?”

It was indeed Kylee who had revealed the truth to Belinda. Back then, Kylee had spoken of Madonna with so much disdain and contempt. Belinda had been furious about the matter as well. Later, after seeing Kylee’s true colors, Belinda had realized the real target of Kylee’s words hadn’t been Madonna at all. Kylee had said that to insult Holley subtly.

Madonna felt a surge of anger as she silently cursed Kylee and Baker. Before she could respond, Belinda continued, “You climbed your way to the top as a homewrecker yourself. Now, you’re standing on a moral high ground, judging others? I feel embarrassed for you. Tell me, Aunt Madonna, are you really any better than my mother?”

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