Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 550

In the evening, the dining room of the grand estate was winding down for the night.

Marguerite had not come down for dinner, and as the last of the guests trickled out, the servants began to clear away the remains of the feast.

Sadie placed three glasses of milk on a wooden tray and set them on the dining table before returning to the kitchen to prepare desserts.

Each glass bore a different color, designated for specific person.

Meanwhile, Yuna slinked by, a white pill clutched in her fist, her eyes darting nervously to the sleek black frosted glass that seemed to beckon her with its opaque sheen. Her mind wandered back to the afternoon phone call with Zoe-

“The pills you asked for have been delivered. They’re herbal, harmless to the body, and when mixed with milk, they induce vivid hallucinations. But the headaches they cause can be severe.”

Yuna’s eyes, shadowed with malice, betrayed her inner turmoil, “I understand.”

Zoe seemed even more anxious than Yuna, “Are you sure you want to do this? You do realize he is your…”

“Mom! I’ve made up my mind!”

“Have you really thought this through?”

That question still echoed, unanswered, in Yuna’s mind. Could she really be this cruel?

Her hand trembled as she brought the pill closer to the rim of the glass, her conflicted heart making it nearly impossible to follow through. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

She was already branded a woman capable of the worst, but now, was she ready to extend this vendetta to her own flesh and blood?

Her heart ached with the thought, her body shaking uncontrollably with twisted emotions. If Freddie ever found out, she wouldn’t just be outcast from the Winston Mansion-she’d be a pariah in all of Stonebridge City! But if she did nothing, that bitch Marguerite would triumph!

Knowing her nemesis as she did, Yuna was certain Marguerite wouldn’t rest until she was destroyed. It was, after all, a fight to the death.

Why shouldn’t she strike first? She could not, would not, lose to that wretched Marguerite!

The heirloom of the Fitzgerald family was hers by right; Freddie’s wife could only be her!

Everything Marguerite had, Yuna was determined to seize!

With resolve hardening in her voice, Yuna prepared to drop the pill, but at the last moment, hesitation seized her once again…

Caught in her internal struggle, she didn’t notice Sadie approaching from behind.

“Ms. Yuna, is everything all right?”

Startled, Yuna’s fingers involuntarily released their grip-

The white pill slipped silently into the black frosted glass.

A hollow feeling spread through her palm and into her chest, leaving her with a gaping sense of emptiness and anxiety.

She shook her head frantically, her forced smile betraying her guilt, “No… I thought I dropped my phone here. Just taking a look.”

Sadie, preoccupied with her duties, didn’t dwell on Yuna’s behavior. After placing the freshly prepared desserts on the tray, she wiped her hands on her apron and carried the tray out.

Yuna’s heart was in, her throat as she watched Sadie move towards the doorway. Driven by a mixture of nerves and dread, she called out, “Sadie, wait!”

Sadie paused, careful not to spill the brimming glasses of milk as she turned back, “What is it, Ms. Yuna?”

Swallowing hard, Yuna’s back was damp with a cold sweat. She clenched her sweaty fingers and, after a long silence, raised a smile that was somehow both resolved and relieved, “It’s nothing. Just wondered if you’d seen my phone.”

“No, Ms. Yuna. Maybe it’s in the couch cushions?” Sadie suggested.

Yuna cast one last look at the glass of milk, her resolution firm.