Chapter 98



One of the women seemed to connect the dots, her face paling as a possibility dawned on her.

Belinda watched them with calm confidence, her red lips curving into a faint smile. “Belinie,” she said, her tone deliberate, “is the nickname Santino and Mollie gave me. But my real name is Belinda Wright.”

Each word was spoken with crisp clarity, carrying undeniable weight.

The moment “Belinda Wright” left her lips, the air in the restroom seemed to freeze.

Kylee’s three companions stared at Belinda, their eyes widening in disbelief as they scanned Belinda from head to toe. The transformation was staggering.

They couldn’t believe this poised, elegant woman before them was the same overweight, unremarkable Belinda Wright they had once ridiculed. It wasn’t just her appearance that had changed; her entire aura was different now.

Belinda’s gaze settled on Jada, her expression cool and composed. “Ms. Sampson,” she began, her voice cutting through the heavy silence, “now that I’m here, tell me, have I changed enough for you?”

Jada’s face drained of color and then flushed deeply with embarrassment as she remembered her earlier insults.

Her lips trembled, and she struggled to respond.

“I-I’m sorry,” Jada finally stammered. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I was just talking nonsense.”

“I know I was wrong. Please, forgive me this once!”

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“We’re also really sorry!” one of the other women chimed in quickly.

The third added hastily, “We’ll never speak ill of you again.”

Belinda’s smile deepened as she regarded them, her expression unreadable. “Apologies are easy,” she said smoothly. “And they don’t feel very sincere, do they?”

At her words, panic flickered across the women’s faces as they exchanged nervous glances.

Kylee, sensing an opportunity to shift the narrative, stepped in quickly, saying, “Belinda, they didn’t mean it. You don’t have to—”

“Shut up,” Belinda interjected, her voice cold and commanding. “I’m not talking to you.”

Kylee’s expression stiffened abruptly, though inwardly, she smirked.

Go ahead, Belinda, she thought. Show them how arrogant you were.

Jada pressed her lips together tightly before asking cautiously, “Then what do you want us to do to show our sincerity?”

Belinda tilted her head, her smile unyielding. “Since you all seem to think so poorly of me, badmouthing me without hesitation,” she said lightly, “why not start by cleaning up your filthy mouths? The sink is right there.”

Shock rippled through the women, their faces turning pale in humiliation. But the fear of what Belinda might do if they refused was stronger than anything.

After a brief hesitation, they walked over to the sink and turned on the faucets to wash their mouths.

“Harder!” Belinda’s sharp voice rang out, startling them. “What’s the matter? Why do you seem like you don’t have any strength? Do you need me to help?”

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