Chapter 157

Miley’s POV Every time I gained an advantage over the Taylor family, a surge of satisfaction washed over me. That twisted pleasure offered only a fleeting respite from the torment of my memories. Watching Scarlett endure my schemes in silent resignation, I felt the world was finally fair. Late at night, when all was quiet, I would sit before the mirror and laugh hysterically at my reflection. See? I’d whisper to the glass. The Taylor family isn’t all-powerful after all. They have moments of fear—times when their words betray their true feelings, times when they’re powerless to act against their will. Yet the incident from ten years ago—the kidnapping—remained an indelible pain I could never erase. When Everett burst in, I had expected him to rescue me first. After all, my injuries were far worse than Scarlett’s; I needed his timely help more desperately. But Everett didn’t save me… Watching him carry Scarlett out of the burning building, I felt the hope that had just begun to flicker f