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.

crippled and livid, spitting vulgarities at

her hopes and dreams into, had become a mad, crippled, repulsive wreck. How had the beautiful girl she raised turned into this?

secure her position as Cole’s wife, investing all her energy and hopes into her daughter. She had provided Wendy with the best of everything, from her upbringing to her education, all under the auspices of the prestigious Alonso family. But all her efforts seemed to have

happened? How was

living in fear of Wendy’s volatile moods.

shouting on the floor. His eyes were vacant, almost

emotion in his eyes, and it was impossible to discern what he was thinking. Gradually, his eyes began to widen, and

new position and expressing their relief at the turn of events.

blinked, glancing at the few people left in the room, all of whom were

Damon grunted, a sardonic chuckle that made Chloe

she asked,

with dark, brooding eyes. “Nothing. Just

“Like what?”

waist and led her towards

Chloe didn’t object.

too, watched Wendy’s spectacle unfold, his face contorted with rage. After a few moments, he regained his composure, adjusted his expression, and slowly rose from his seat, leaning heavily on his cane.