Chapter 458 - 458 7.82 - The Original Riley LeClére - War Of The Wickeds

458 7.82 – The Original Riley LeClére – War Of The Wickeds

Meanwhile…

Hiding in Dai An’s consciousness, Bing Shi had been wiping the flowers with her husband’s T-shirt. In her case, she would consider Dai An as her second male lead.

Appearing next to Bing Shi, Dai An accepted the black T-shirt and used it as a sponge to soak up the blood that was flowing from all sides, “Victor is outside. He told me he will buy me an entire clothing store if I get on all fours and apologize to Riley. I made Silvia refuse the offer.”

Sighing, Dai An held up Bing Shi’s hands which were starting to rot, “You should go out for some fresh air, this environment is not good for you.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Go out to meet Victor? No thank you. Do not worry about me. I can handle a lot. You are the one who needs to be careful outside.”

Dai An smiled at her teasingly, “You can’t handle your husband raising his voice at you?”

Bing Shi took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking up into Dai An’s eyes, “It’s not that I can’t handle it. I know he loves me, but every time he raises his voice, it feels like my skin is being sliced with a knife. I don’t want to be treated like a fragile baby bird again, so it’s better to think that I’m an angry snake.”

If her husband knew what he was causing her, he would undeniably get more stressed because of it for sure.

“I get it. Leave it to me,” Dai An tried on one of the clean black T-shirts from the pile of clothes on the side. They appeared when Bing Shi had nothing to blow her snot into. She twirled around the field for a bit then changed back into her white dress, “Is this the only white dress you have?”

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Bing Shi raised her head, “Yes. You want more?”

Dai An hesitated for a bit, then nodded her head, “White is such a rare color to see down there that I forgot it even existed.”

“Let’s go earn some pocket money for a shopping spree then,” Bing Shi clapped her hands together, “But first, I will need your help with suppressing my alpha, my godhood, and everything I forgot to mention.”

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Silvia’s mother said that as long as she hooked up with Nathaniel, she would become Hauxley’s family daughter-in-law. Naturally, Silvia would do anything to become rich and powerful, but the last thing she wanted to do right now was to fawn over sons from wealthy families.

It was bad enough that she had to pretend to be interested in Nathaniel, but she didn’t need to make things worse by pretending to be interested in Victor too. It had been simmering for a while — the jealousy, the resentment, the feeling that nothing was going her way was eating her from the inside. Something was telling her that it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“Sir Egerton, I may not have much dignity left,” Silvia met Victor’s eyes defiantly, refusing to be broken by his taunting, “but what I have left is worth more to me than a few clothes.”

Victor shook his head, “You’re unbelievable,” he said, not caring about the collar around her neck, “I thought someone in your position would be begging for scraps.”

She fixed him with a steely gaze, something was telling her that she should try out a new mask, to try and act like someone she hated, “I will never give up. I will find a way to get back on top.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” Victor shrugged indifferently, walking away to patrol another part of the school, “But in the meantime, enjoy your begging.”

The fact that Silvia couldn’t do anything but stand there watching him leave was killing her. Yes, it almost killed her to stand there and watch him leave and pretend like she didn’t care one bit!

She clenched her fists, trying desperately to fight back tears, it would only make things worse if she cried and broke the new mask she just thought of wearing. She was an adult now, the things which worked when she was a child would no longer be as effective.

She closed her eyes for a while, thinking about how she was going to get free from the chunk of ice around her legs. The mask she hated would have definitely tried to escape on her own. Once she opened them, a flicker of grey light peeked from within her irises.

With the help of her cane, Silvia began to hit the iceberg that was binding her to the ground. She raised her cane and struck the ice, adding more strength. She struck it again and again until the cane broke in two while the ice remained without a single crack.

‘Is this it? Is this the epiphany we all have been waiting for? For Silvia to act like the female lead in Riley’s book?’

Dai An and Bing Shi high-fived each other.

‘~Good job everyone. Riley would be proud.’

Bing Shi’s assumptions at the beginning about Riley wanting to take revenge on Silvia were all wrong, yet her husband didn’t even try to correct her!

Why would this be called a punishment world for Riley? It looked more like a holiday for Riley and a punishment world for Silvia LeClere. That’s why she thought what she thought and honestly, she found it odd.

Indeed, Riley LeClére has always been fascinated by his twin sister. He seemed to be so much wiser than Silvia was, even though they were only a few seconds apart. He grew up watching her from the sidelines, never quite understanding her. Because his death was nearing due to the uncontrollable magic in his constitution, he decided to write a book from her viewpoint.

He wanted to understand what made Silvia tick, what drove her to be the person she was. He was not sure if he would ever really understand her, but he hoped that by writing this book, he could at least get a little closer. From his observation, he was the biggest villain in her life, while she was a victim of everyone’s scrutiny.

If the current Riley (without a surname) didn’t realize these facts soon enough, he would probably receive some contributions later.

Bing Shi held the broken cane in her hand, her existence causing Silvia to faint again.

‘Duck.’

But eat least it wasn’t an instant one-shot like before!

‘Duck yeah!’

‘~Stop cursing, it reminds me of hubby boy.’

‘Says the one who wants to try out the power of a middle finger.’