004

3 am.

"You're leaving…" Quinn mumbled, her voice hoarse and groggy with sleep, her eyes still shut as she felt the moisture on her forehead where the man had planted a kiss.

"I will come back tonight," he responded, making sure to be silent as possible lest she became greatly disturbed. "Sleep well."

"Uh, see you tonight." She buried her face back into the pillow. If only she had known… maybe she would have taken one last glance at him.

Within a second, the man had disappeared from the room.

Quinn wasn't able to get even an hour of sleep when the sound of an engine in the garage jolted her awake. Her calm eyes instantly shone with a hint of ferocity.

She got up, brushed her hair properly before the mirror, rearranged her nightgown, and walked out of the room.

Laughter and giggles echoed through the house.

The once silent home had now become lively.

Well, it was never anything good.

Somehow, her husband's happiness has now become her nightmare.

Right in her living room sat her husband, the little sister she once loved, and two other women whose identities she has no idea of. They looked professional and seemed to be discussing something, smiling flatteringly at Dylan and Amy, who sat on the couch with Dylan's arm wrapped tenderly around Amy. They were the very definition of a sweet couple.

"Your relationship is truly blessed, Mr. Brooks, Lady Amy," one of the women said, her tone dripping with admiration as she closed the book on her lap. "Don't worry, the wedding dress will definitely transform your bride into the most gorgeous angel on Earth."

"To me, she is already the prettiest," Dylan returned calmly, patting Amy on the head.

"Wedding dress?" Quinn froze, her expression hardening.

She successfully drew everyone's attention. They all turned to glance at her.

Dylan's forehead creased into a frown. Amy's expression remained unchanged as she continued resting her head on Dylan's shoulder, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction.

"Oh, this is…" The two women in professional suits looked at Quinn ponderingly, then back at Amy.

Quinn turned to her 'husband', glaring hatefully at him.. "What is going on here, Dylan?"

"What do you think, Sister?" Amy butted in, standing up from the couch.

"Oh, so this is Lady Quinn?" The two professional women exchanged glances, not sensing the tension in the room. They were simply excited to meet another Lady of the Wright family. Moreover, this one looked even prettier!

"Nice meeting you, Lady Quinn…"

"You're planning a wedding? With my sister? While I'm right here?" Quinn ignored the two women, hee eyes threatening to bore a hole into Dylan. Is he crazy?

"We are already engaged, Quinn." Amy raised her ring finger, the pink gems attached to them almost blinding. "So, naturally, we have to become husband and wife next. Or what did you expect?"

"How can you be so shameless?" Quinn gritted her teeth, anger flashing in her eyes. "Being my younger sister and the heiress to the Wright family isn't enough for you? Now you want to steal my man too?"

The two women's eyes widened, exchanging looks of both shock and confusion at the unexpected, juicy revelation dropped in their laps.

Two sisters fighting over a man?

It turned out that Lady Quinn was just as shameless as she was portrayed.

Until…

"He was never your man, Quinn," Amy declared, approaching her with condescending eyes, her chin raised high.

The two professional women exchanged looks again. That statement didn't sound right…

"If he was never mine, then what guarantees he will be yours?" Quinn raised a brow, smirking. "My husband's mistress… or the soon-to-be second wife? Give yourself a title, because I'm confused about how to address a shameless woman like you who won't let her own sister's husband go." She suddenly shrugged. "Well, what can I say to that? You've always loved my used things—my toys, my room, my home, even my title, and now my man. They were and always will be mine before they were ever yours."

Truthfully, Quinn didn't care who her bastard husband slept with. She had even seen him fooling around with her stepmother before. But she didn't give a damn.

The one thing she wouldn't let go of was the title of Lady Brooks.

Though most people, the media, and distant relatives didn't know about her relationship with Dylan, those close to Brooks did. After her family left the company in Amy's hands, the woman had refused to pay their grandmother's care fees. Their grandmother was the only living member in the Wright family who cared for Quinn.

Despite having no income, Quinn had been managing to pay those fees with the identity of Lady Brooks.

And the moment Amy became Lady Brooks, Quinn had no doubt that she would cut off those payments again. Amy was that evil. So Quinn couldn't allow it—not yet. Not until she could stand on her own.

Amy didn't seem offended, except for a brief glance at the two women. She would deal with them later.

Turning back to Quinn, Amy shook her head, her green orbs glinting with malice. "You're right. I don't know why, but I've always loved watching you care for something… and then snatching it away from you. Your sorrow filled face… your longing as you watched me take everything that once belongs to you, forcefully or not… always makes me understand how powerful I have grown. Do you understand now, Sister?"

Now, they were separated only by the couch.

"What's once yours, what you once cared for, what you once wanted, shall be mine. In the past, in the present, and in the future." Amy leaned forward, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "I took your baby. I took your man. Soon, your disgusting life will be mine too."

Quinn stiffened, her lips trembling. She glared darkly at Amy. "Murderer! Bitch! You killed my child!"

She couldn't hold it in anymore.

She had convinced herself that the child being aborted was for the best—that the baby wouldn't suffer as she had, in the hands of a father who would never love him and in a world that would deemed him unfit.

But it was a lie to say she hadn't grown attached to the baby, even at just two months.

And here was the monster, flaunting how proud she was for taking the life of an innocent fetus.

Quinn's slender hand whipped out, connecting with Amy's cheek in a resounding slap.

"You deserve to die." She squeezed out with chattering teeth, vengeance burning in her eye like coals...