Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 95

Alina’s POV:

“Coco! You bitch! How dare you lie to me?” I bellowed. Anger surged through my veins.

Coco hurriedly came to my room. The panic was evident on her face as she trembled and kneeled before me. “Miss Quinn, what happened?”

I slapped her across the face. “How dare you ask me what happened? You bitch! When did you learn to be all sweet in front of me and stab me in the back?”

Coco’s face flushed, and her body began to tremble. I kept poking her forehead hard with my sharp fingernail as I talked, leaving marks on her skin. But it was not enough. I twisted her ear and said, “Don’t you want to live anymore?” How could you turn a deaf ear to my orders?”

Coco winced in pain but didn’t dare to resist. “Miss Quinn, I really don’t understand what you mean,” she said in a shaky voice.

The pitiful look on her face infuriated me. I was so angry that I kicked the phone, lying on the floor, toward her. “See for yourself!”

Kneeling on the floor, Coco whimpered and picked up the phone. Her eyes widened in horror when she looked at the picture. “Miss Quinn, what’s going on?”

I sneered and looked down at her. “What’s going on? If the dress was not on sale, then how the hell is she wearing it? You can’t get out of this room alive unless you give me a reasonable explanation!”

“I really didn’t know, Miss Quinn! The dress wasn’t for sale when I asked. Trust me,” Coco begged as tears streamed down her face. She hugged my legs and continued to beg for mercy.

I kicked her away in disgust. “Don’t touch me.”

Anger surged up when I saw the stains on my silk dress. I was wearing a limited edition nightdress. It was maddening to see her leave her tears and snot on it.

I slapped her again. “You know nothing but to cry! You haven’t made any progress in these years.”

Coco clamped her cheek and stopped crying. Then, she looked at me. Her tear-glazed eyes lit up all of a sudden. “Miss Quinn, maybe the dress is open for borrow now. Maybe we can get the dress now!”

I lowered my head arrogantly. “I’ll give you one more chance. Go and figure out what happened. I want to know who they lent the dress to. Contact the borrower, offer them ten times they spent on the dress, and bring that dress back to me.”

Upon hearing this, Coco nodded and ran out to follow my orders.

Then, I picked up my phone and stared at the photo. This post was today’s hot headline, gaining over ten thousand likes and comments.

The comment with the most likes stung my eyes.

“This set of jewelry in the photo is the most luxurious piece ever sold by CHRISTIE’S auction house. It was the first lycan king’s gift to his queen. Took the country’s best craftsmen five whole years to finish this masterpiece. I was fortunate enough to see it at the Imperial Museum once. People call it the king of all jewelry. Nothing stands in comparison to this one.”

I clenched my fists and looked at the mirror in the distance. The necklace on my neck faded in comparison to what she was wearing.

‘Damn it! I am such a fool!’

Anger surged through my veins. I took off the necklace and threw it on the floor. I regretted being proud and arrogant a while ago. I naively believed I had the best things in the world but didn’t think they were mere illusions.

I looked around and saw the maids staring at me in surprise.

“What are you looking at? If you continue to stare at me, I will make you all clean the pig sty!” I shouted angrily.

Flora’s POV:

As soon as I posted Sylvia’s photo, I saw compliments flooding in the comment section.

“So beautiful! Looking at her is as thrilling as seeing your first love.”

“Excuse me, is this beautiful lady the blogger herself?”

“Why don’t you show your face? Come on! Post a photo of your face. I’m sure you look stunning.”

“Gosh! If her side profile is this mesmerizing, imagine how beautiful she must be.”

There were so many comments and compliments, and I couldn’t reply to everyone individually. Therefore, I decided to post a general comment answering everyone’s questions. “That’s my friend. She doesn’t want to expose her identity.”

After posting the comment, I put my phone away and went to class with Sylvia. My heart swelled with pride when I saw people complimenting her. I was happy to make friends with such a beautiful she-wolf. Being around her made me happy.

After class, I found that I had gained thousands of followers because of the post. New comments were added every few minutes.

“This dress is from Eos — the most renowned brand with a history of over a hundred years. It exclusively serves the royal family. Which noble clan does your friend belong to?”

“Does your friend have an INS account? I want to follow her.”

“I saw this necklace in the Imperial Museum during an exhibition. It’s worth hundreds of millions.”

“Really? Looks like the woman in the picture belongs to a powerful family.”

“Is she a member of the royalty? But why haven’t I seen her before?”

“Never seen her before? Are you one of the royals, buddy?!”

Comments continued to flood as people started paying more attention to the photo. I felt my friend looked breathtaking with the look, so I wanted to share it with the world but didn’t expect it to gain this much attention. I was getting afraid when things seem to get out of control.

I quickly discussed with Sylvia and deleted the post.