The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1573

“No, you’re the mad one.” Phoebe shot back, her voice ringing out loud and clear, cutting Wendy off mid–rant.

“You’re the mad one, Wendy,” she added, her anger subsiding slightly, replaced by a more pitying tone. “You’ve truly lost it.”

Wendy froze, her eyes widening in shock. Her face contorted into a grotesque mask of fury that sent shivers down Phoebe’s spine. Suddenly, she was pulled away from Wendy’s rage–filled gaze and into someone’s arms.

“Mad? You’re all mad! All of you! Nothing but lowlifes!” Wendy yelled, her voice shrill and piercing. Her accusations hung in the air like a blade, piercing everyone’s eardrums.

Azriel guided Phoebe away from the hysterical Wendy, whose antics were becoming increasingly undistinguishable from a madwoman’s. Chloe shook her head, her expression filled with both resignation and pity.c2

Perhaps Wendy had already lost her mind; her obsession had just been too terrifying to recognize. At first, she had maintained some semblance of composure, upholding the dignity and grace expected of a lady from the Alonso family, and covering her tracks carefully. But as time passed, she had shed all pretenses, openly displaying her madness for everyone to see.

This chaotic scene marked the end of the party. As the guests began to disperse, Wendy remained rooted in place, continuing to spew her venomous insults at everyone. Chloe, now the majority shareholder of the company, stayed behind to manage the lingering guests.

to the floor in a fit of rage. The sight of Wendy, crippled and livid, spitting vulgarities at everyone, was a jarring image that remained etched in Grace’s memory.

all her hopes and dreams into, had become a mad, crippled, repulsive wreck. How had the beautiful girl

to her education, all under the auspices of the prestigious Alonso family. But all her efforts seemed to have been in vain. Beneath the

happened? How was she supposed to accept this?

living in fear of Wendy’s volatile moods. Now, she couldn’t even bear to approach

floor. His eyes

could never happen. But his gaze remained fixed on Wendy, who continued to struggle on the ground, writhing in agony. There was no emotion in his eyes, and it was impossible to discern what he was thinking.

her new position and expressing their relief at the turn of events. Damon walked over to her, his expression

at the few people left in the room, all of whom were watching Wendy in various states of shock. “Not bad,” she replied nonchalantly.

Damon grunted, a sardonic chuckle

wrong?” she asked, eyeing him warily.

with dark, brooding eyes. “Nothing. Just realized I have a

“Like what?”

his arm around Chloe’s waist and led her towards the exit.

Chloe didn’t object.

Wendy’s spectacle unfold, his face contorted with rage. After a few moments, he regained his composure,