Chapter 253 Don't Hit Her Face
Descending the grand staircase of the Devereux villa, Violet entered the living room where her father Gerry, stepmother Eileen, and stepsister Anna were ensconced on the plush sofa.
The sight of her estranged family, rather than evoking a sense of homecoming, triggered a surge of revulsion and defiance in Violet. The only reason she had deigned to cross the threshold of this house was her mother's inheritance.The trio had once conspired against her, nearly costing her innocence and the respect of Brady. They had ousted her from the house and seized her mother's legacy. Violet had long since disowned this family.She averted her gaze, positioning herself at the edge of the sofa. Her voice was frosty and detached as she addressed the trio, "I'm here. If you want to talk about my mother's affairs, you may do so.""Shouldn't you greet your elders upon your return? It seems your expulsion has exposed your true nature," Anna taunted. She mused, 'This girl has become insolent. She used to be submissive, but her two-year exile has changed her. No wonder Lilian claimed Violet was ensnaring men everywhere. Now that she has a man to back her, she disregards the Devereux family's dignity?'"You've already exiled me, haven't you?" Violet retorted, her gaze icy. She saw no reason to extend them any courtesy.Anna met her defiant stare, then smirked, "Very well, take a seat.""No need. If you want to talk about my mother, please start right now. I don't have much time," Violet responded, her tone cool and distant.Anna's anger flared. She huffed and gritted her teeth, "Fine, let's cut to the chase." She inhaled deeply before continuing, "Did you see the photograph on the table? That's your future husband, Ethan Stephond."Violet's brows furrowed as she glanced at the photograph on the table. She scoffed, "I appreciate your concern, but I'll decide my own marital fate. Besides, I'm no longer a Devereux. You have no authority over me. If my mother's affairs aren't the reason for this meeting, I'll take my leave."As Violet pivoted to depart, she realized that Anna's disdain ran so deep she had haphazardly arranged a suitor for her. Her thoughts drifted to Oliver.But she was different now. She wouldn't allow them to puppeteer her life again."You want to leave? It won't be that simple." Anna, noticing Violet's newfound defiance, coldly instructed the two burly men standing by, "Seize her."The men lunged at Violet.Sensing danger, Violet sprinted towards the exit, calling out to Emily, who was near the car outside, "Emily, help me!"Before she could finish her plea, the men apprehended her, each gripping an arm and hauling her back into the living room.Inside, Anna and Eileen rose from the sofa and approached Violet. As Anna raised her hand to strike Violet, Eileen intervened, "Mom, don't hit her face. If she's marred, the Stephond family may reject her. Let's lock her up in the dark room for now."Anna agreed, nodding at the men to escort Violet to the villa's basement.
"Let go of me!" Violet protested, thrashing against their grip. She knew these people harbored no familial affection for her. They didn't even acknowledge her as a Devereux.She was right to call Emily.Even if they locked her up, Emily would know.And Emily would rescue her."Get this bitch out of here," Anna spat, her gaze venomous.The burly men nodded, dragging Violet towards the villa's basement."Hold on, confiscate this little witch's phone first, so she can't call for help." Eileen, recalling this detail, darted over to snatch Violet's bag before allowing the men to continue their task.
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