A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Yvette tugged at Russell’s sleeve and continued to plead, “Dad, please. I know what I did was wrong, but I don’t want to marry him!”

Russell flung her hand away and scowled, his expression a mixture of sorrow and disgust. “What exactly have you done? I’ve let your late mother down for not having raised you well! Confess all your dirty deeds now, and I never want to see you again!”

Yvette froze as all the color drained from her face.

Confess?

Sure, I did sleep with Mason. It may be shameful, but it‘s not a crime. So what’s there for me to confess?

“Yvette, you’ve let my family down too.” Arielle said with sadness in her voice. “To think our mothers even share the same family name. The Moores have always been kind and just. How is it possible that you turned out like this?”

Besides Mason, the other person Yvette least wanted to see was Arielle, but now

there was no running away from that.

If it weren‘t for Arielle, I wouldn‘t have become like this!

“You b*tch! Since when is it your place to intervene in my family matters? You’re just a country bumpkin. What gives you the right to lecture me?”

Arielle shook her head helplessly before continuing, “Even now, you’re still unrepentant. I hate to say this, but it seems like you’re beyond help. I have no right to comment on the relationship between you and your cousin. But I can’t let you off for what you’ve done to Shandie! I’m going to call the police!”

Yvette drew a sharp intake of breath as she looked on in bewilderment. “What do you mean?

salesman toward her and asked, “Maybe this man

salesman and recognized him

Yvette shook her head defiantly. “I

receipt in Russell’s hand to Yvette. “Then surely

Yvette as

she saw was the disappointment

realized why the hall had been so quiet ever since she walked in. It was because everything she did,

It‘s over. I‘m doomed!

 bribed this salesman with a large sum of money to shut him up. How could this

felt her pulse racing as she glanced furtively around. All of a sudden, she snatched the receipt from Arielle’s hand and shredded

with rage, Yvette walked up to Arielle with the

out on her.

before Yvette could slap Arielle, a hand had firmly grabbed her wrist

strong that it sent Yvette tumbling onto the

pain.

face with a pair of piercing, cold eyes. Those eyes stared at her so intensely that she felt herself

ve

Shit. It‘s Vinson!

impossibly wide as questions started

 Vinson doing here? I never