Chapter 11
“Eliana, I swear I didn’t know!” Willow walled, her voice cracking as tears started streaming down her face. “I just wanted to be nice to you! I didn’t know the quality was so bad. Please don’t misunderstand me?”
The classmates nearby, unable to sit idly by, rushed to defend her.
The classmates nearby, unable to sit idly by, rushed to defend her. “Hey, Eliana, don’t you think you’re being a bit too much?”
“Yeah!” another chimed in. “Willow’s been so good to you. After everything you’ve taken from her–living her life, enjoying her fortune–she still forgives you. She even bought you this expensive dress! And this is how you repay her? You’re heartless
“Exactly! Willow’s such a sweet, kind person, and you’re just so… wicked”
That word “wicked” made Eliana’s blood boil She’d heard it enough for one lifetime.
Before her time travel, she’d been branded as the “wicked sister. In the entertainment industry, she was everyone’s punching bag. On Twitter, she’d been torn apart by trolls day and night. No matter how much she explained, no one ever listened.
This time, she wouldn’t let herself be trampled under their lies and schemes.
She shot up from her chair, her expression frosty as her piercing gaze swept over the group in front of her. “Who the hell do you think you are. lecturing me! All you’re good for is sucking up to Willow and playing her loyal little lapdogs!”
The group stared back, stunned. One of them opened their mouth, ready to shoot back. “What the
“Shut up!” Eliana snapped, her words slicing through their attempted retort like a whip. Tm not done yet. Yeah, I’m the fake daughter. So what? The moment she showed up. I said I’d leave. I told them I step aside and let her take her place. Blood ties? I have none with her! Yet she keeps calling me ‘sis, acting like we’re best buddies. Who asked for that?“.
Her tone grew sharper, each word hitting like a slap. “Her parents might have raised me, and for that, I owe them. But to her? I owe her jack shit Why the hell should I treat her like she’s special? What ant L’her damn dad!
“And you! You’re all a bunch of losers. No better than the rash you talk abolit. Since you’re so obsessed with that stupid dress, take it! Wear it Fight over it yourselves. I couldn’t care less
Her words fired out like a machine gun, relentless and precise. The group Troze, their jaws slack. They had nothing to say because, deep down, they knew she had a point.
Willow, standing off to the side, was just as shocked. But behind
med expression, there was a flicker of satisfaction
In her mind, the more Eliana lashed out, the more her reputation would crumble. Soon, she’d be the outcast of the class.
But what Willow didn’t expect was that this time, Eliana didn’t give a damn about her reputation. She wasn’t here to explain herself or feel guilty anymore. Her motto now? Let it all burn:
Willow sniffled and started sobbing dramatically “Ellana, please don’t be angry! If I did something wrong, just tell me! Il fix it, I swear. I just… I just want us to be close, like real sisters!” Her voice cracked as she dissolved into tears.
“Willow, stop crying,” someone mumbled weakly, clearly uncomfortable with the scene,
Willow clutched at her chest, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t even know what I did wrong! I just wanted to have a good relationship with my sister… I don’t know why it turned our like this…”
Eliana’s cold stare didn’t budge, not for a second. If anything, her disgust seemed to hit a whole new level. “Sis? Seriously? Cur the crap. Hell we might as well ditch the trash cans around here–you look like you’re doing just fine swallowing all the garbage yourself.”
