A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Yvette hadn’t even seen the slap coming until she felt it on her. Once again, she found herself on the floor, seeing stars from the sheer force of the slap.

As soon as she got back to her senses, Yvette realized there was blood trickling from her mouth

To her horror, on top of the pain on her face, she could also feel a tooth coming loose.

Yvette grimaced as she clutched her face, staring in utter disbelief at the person who had just slapped her.

“Dad?”

Am / seeing things?

Dad loves me the most, so why would he be so heavy–handed on me?

Alas, there was no denying that Russell had indeed slapped his daughter.

Mason quickly made his way toward Yvette and tried to help her up.

However, before he could even reach his

hand out, Yvette had unceremoniously kicked him away.

away! Don’t touch

in Yvette’s gaze that it seemed as if she

there was no need to harbor that much

whispered, sadness flitting across

Mason’s gaze as she continued to

before turning to his housekeepers. “Take her back to her room and lock her up. No one is

frantically. “I’m sorry, Dad! I was wrong. I

could say anymore, two of Russell’s bodyguards had already

dragged her back upstairs. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t

into the distance, and silence once again filled

wanting to stay on any longer, some of the guests went up to comfort Russell

might, Russell couldn’t force any smiles out as he thanked

guest had left, the others soon

handful of

longer as she made her way toward Russell. “I’ll be going now. Well, I hope you won’t be too sad. Yvette

looked on with weary sadness on his face and

might not like having a stepmother. I spoiled her out of love, and look what good

beckoned for his housekeeper to pass a gift