Chapter 382 Watch How I Destroy You Today
Seeing Elizabeth's gaze suddenly turn sharp and piercing, Kismet felt an inexplicable chill run down her spine.
Then she sneered contemptuously at Elizabeth: "Your cousin Remy told me you were back in town. I thought she was lying at first. She said you came back to work as a prostitute—claimed you could service dozens of men in a single night. I didn't believe it then, but now I do."
She added, "Looks like you're so busy with your 'work' you couldn't even change clothes. That nightgown must make things convenient, right? Are you even wearing anything underneath?"
Elizabeth grew increasingly calm, asking quietly, "Kismet, do we have some kind of grudge?"
In Elizabeth's mind, she didn't believe there was any real animosity between them—at least not until today.
Though her father had died of rage partly because of the Bell family's actions, Elizabeth knew his health was already failing. Even without Kismet's family, he wouldn't have lived another six months.
Moreover, Elizabeth had never harbored resentment toward the Bells for their persecution, especially not toward Kismet herself. She'd always felt that whatever cruelty Kismet's parents had shown, Kismet was still just a fourteen-year-old child back then—too young to understand the consequences of her actions.
So many years had passed that if Kismet hadn't brought it up today, Elizabeth would never have remembered their week-long family exchange program.
But while Elizabeth had chosen to let go, Kismet had never forgotten. Back then, she—a daughter of privilege—had been utterly overshadowed by Elizabeth's beauty, her long legs, her porcelain skin. Even wearing shoes with holes, patched underwear, and that dreadfully outdated jacket, Elizabeth still carried herself with an elegant, sophisticated air that screamed aristocracy.
This had driven Kismet mad with jealousy. She'd wanted nothing more than to destroy Elizabeth's face, to strangle her with her bare hands. When she later learned that guests at her own home had mistaken Elizabeth for her, and that Elizabeth could even play piano, Kismet's rage reached a fever pitch.
She'd gathered a gang of local thugs to ambush Elizabeth outside her school, beating her until her face was bruised and swollen. But even that wasn't enough—Kismet had intended to permanently disfigure or even kill Elizabeth. Only the intervention of a martial arts-trained PE teacher had saved Elizabeth's life. The teacher had scared off Kismet's gang, forcing them to flee.
Later on, Kismet had planned to find another chance to pick on Elizabeth, but to her surprise, Elizabeth was well protected by her elderly neighbors. Every day, the elderly couple would escort Elizabeth to and from school, each carrying a walking stick. Anyone who dared to approach or bully Elizabeth would be promptly chased away as the couple brandished their sticks.
But her hatred had never dimmed—not from age fourteen until now.
Despite dropping out after middle school to run with thugs, Kismet had leveraged her family connections to secure prestigious positions in the county. She'd even married an educated, ambitious man who was rapidly climbing the political ladder.
With her handsome, successful husband and their adorable son—who was lovingly cared for by her retired parents—Kismet lived a life of luxury and power. Her husband's recent promotion had made him the most powerful man in the region, elevating Kismet's status even further.
Many of her former classmates—even those with college degrees—couldn't match her marriage or social standing.
Kismet had grown accustomed to wielding absolute authority. She regularly humiliated a female teacher friend, treating her more like a prostitute than an educator.
Once, she'd forced this teacher to sleep with a visiting businessman, then photographed her in compromising positions. While kicking the naked woman's most intimate areas, Kismet had sneered, "You call yourself an educator? You're nothing but a whore! From now on, you'll come whenever I call, or I'll destroy you completely!"
Left with no other option, the teacher submitted, kneeling naked before Kismet in utter humiliation. The sheer extent of her power convinced Kismet that she truly reigned supreme over the county.
Yet her greatest hatred remained focused on Elizabeth from all those years ago.
When Kismet discovered that Elizabeth had married well in Sunwillow City—the nation's largest commercial hub—her jealousy erupted like a volcano. How dare Elizabeth achieve such success!
Then came Remy's phone call. Though Remy held some influence in their small county, she was essentially Kismet's lapdog, reporting every piece of gossip and carrying out every command.
"Ms. Hill," Remy had said that morning, "I have wonderful news. That little bastard Elizabeth you've always despised—she's back in town."
Kismet had exploded, "Remy, you bitch! Are you trying to lose your nightclub? Why would you mention Elizabeth now, knowing how well she's married? I should be hiding from her, not—"
Remy interrupted smoothly, "I know more about Elizabeth's situation than you do. She's back alone. Those stories about marrying rich in Sunwillow City? All lies. She was just working as an escort there, probably used as a front for some wealthy man's real wife. Think about it—would a truly wealthy man's wife ever show her face in public? I can arrange for you to watch Elizabeth being used by dozens of men tonight. Perfect revenge, don't you think?"
"Absolutely!" Kismet had agreed eagerly.
She'd spent the morning waiting for updates, but then her husband had summoned her to an important evening banquet—the county was hosting some VIP. She'd spent the entire day preparing: spa treatments, full-body massage, professional styling.
Now, arriving at the banquet, she'd never expected to encounter Elizabeth here.
"Elizabeth," Kismet smiled with savage anticipation, "you're the one I have to beat. Let's see how I destroy you tonight!"
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