Once upon a time, Thalassa's disdain for Isabella was as bitter as the coldest winter. Seeing her again, those old wounds bubbled up inside her mind like a tempest, the pain as sharp as a knife's edge, a thorn lodged deep in her heart that refused to be removed, aching softly.

Isabella had turned what should have been a beautiful life with Leopold into a tragedy. Worse, Leopold had paid the ultimate price. And yet, the instigator of all this misery, Isabella, seemed to float through life unscathed, decked out like she was heading to a gala every day, without a trace of remorse for the damage she'd caused.

Upon seeing Isabella again, waves of hatred surged in Thalassa.

Isabella smirked, her lips curling in scorn. "Still the same old country mouse, huh? Can't even put on a bit of makeup properly. You're like a plain Jane next to me."

Isabella took perverse pride in her appearance, not sensing Thalassa's sarcasm at all. As she approached, Thalassa's gentle demeanor was evident, the kindness in her face making her seem vulnerable to the world.

Taller by a head,

being 'country'

her off. "Move aside. I

feeling disrespected, tensed up, ready to

saying that again to my face!" Lydia growled, fists clenched, the threat in

high-stakes business dealings and relationships. "Lydia, I've done nothing

boiling over with nowhere

back, facing Isabella herself. "What

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