Unstoppable rage 3

COOPER MANSION

Silver's car rolled into the parking lot and came to a sharp halt. Her hands were still gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her fresh wounds had reopened, staining the bandages with blood. She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to let go before stepping out of the car.

The afternoon sun was still high, casting sharp rays onto the pavement, but Silver barely noticed. Her mind was elsewhere.

She walked into the mansion, her heels clicking against the floor as she made her way inside.

In the living room, Lily and Vicky were lounging on the couch, watching television. Their laughter filled the room, contrasting sharply with the storm brewing inside Silver.

Lily looked up as Silver entered. "You're home early," she noted, her brows furrowing slightly when she noticed the dried blood on Silver's bandages.

Silver forced a small smile. "Yeah, I had something to take care of."

Vicky nodded, but neither of them pushed further.

Without another word, Silver turned and climbed the stairs.

It was already past 1 PM—maybe 1:11.

She entered her bedroom and shut the door behind her. The moment she was alone, she exhaled sharply and carefully set her bag down. Her feet carried her straight to her walk-in closet, where she stood for a moment, scanning through the endless options of designer dresses.

She hadn't planned on going to the Cooper family dinner.

But that was before she found out that Cici was coming.

Now, everything had changed.

She needed to prepare.

She pulled out a few elegant gowns, laying them carefully on the bed. Then, without thinking, she lay down beside them.

Her mind began racing uncontrollably.

Flashes of Cici's smug face filled her vision.

The way she always played the victim. The way Ryder always believed her, no matter how many times she lied.

Silver's fingers curled into fists.

Cici thinks she knows me.

She thinks I'm still the same weak, naive Silver.

She's wrong.

Before Silver transmigrated into this book, she had been a woman with a short temper.

She never tolerated betrayal.

She never forgave those who tried to step on her.

And now?

Now, she was going to show Cici exactly who she was dealing with.

Tonight was the beginning of the end for Cici.

Silver smirked as she stared at the ceiling.

She had a lot of drama planned for tonight.

And by the time the night was over, Cici would regret ever crossing her.

••••••••

Silver stirred as she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. A frown formed on her lips as she slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

Lily stood beside her, fully dressed, her outfit elegant yet modest. "I'm heading to the old house for the family dinner," she said softly.

Silver blinked the sleep away and nodded absentmindedly.

Lily hesitated for a moment as if she wanted to say more, but then she simply turned and left the room.

From her bed, Silver heard the faint sound of the front door opening and closing. Curious, she got up and moved toward the window, pulling the curtains aside.

Down below, she watched as Lily and Vicky got into the waiting car. The engine roared to life, and within seconds, they were gone, disappearing down the long driveway.

The mansion fell into a heavy silence.

Silver stood still for a moment, her hands gripping the window frame as an eerie feeling crept into her bones.

It was finally time.

She turned away from the window and headed into the bathroom.

The warm water cascaded over her skin, washing away the tension she had carried throughout the day. She stayed under the shower longer than usual, letting the steam fog up the glass walls.

When she stepped out, the mirror was covered in mist, her reflection a ghostly blur.

She wiped a hand across the glass, revealing her own intense gaze staring back at her.

A smirk played on her lips.

She knew tonight would be the turning point.

The gowns she had laid out earlier still rested on the bed, their fabric shimmering under the dim bedroom lights. Her fingers hovered over them before finally selecting one.

A deep, midnight black gown.

It was smooth and elegant, hugging her curves perfectly. The slit on the side ran dangerously high, revealing just enough skin to command attention. The neckline dipped just enough to exude power—not seduction, but dominance.

Silver ran her hands down the fabric, smoothing out any creases before moving to sit by the bedside.

Slowly, methodically, she picked up her makeup brush and started applying foundation.

Her strokes were slow but precise, each one deliberate, each one adding to the masterpiece she was crafting.

Her lips were painted a shade of blood-red, standing out starkly against her pale complexion.

Her eyes? Smokey, dark, intense.

She tilted her head slightly, staring at her reflection.

Something in her eyes flickered.

Anticipation.

A storm was coming.

She could feel it in her bones.

Her fingers traced the rim of the small perfume bottle on the vanity table. She uncapped it and let the scent linger in the air before dabbing a small amount onto her wrists and neck.

Then, she stood.

Her heels clicked against the floor as she took slow steps toward the door.

Her fingers wrapped around the doorknob.

She paused.

The air in the room felt different.

Heavy.

A whisper of a smirk ghosted her lips.

Tonight…

Everything changes.

With that, she turned the knob and stepped out.