~SHE FELT NOTHING
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The entire room fell silent.
The sound of the slap echoed loudly in the room. Sydney stumbled backward. She lifted her hands to hold her burning cheeks, unable to breathe.
She could only stand there frozen as she let out a soft amd shaky gasp. Her eyes were wide with shock and utter disbelief at the fact that spineless Molly had slapped her.
A bright red mark instantly began to spread across her cheek. Her lips trembled with her anger. She was blinded by rage, her hands falling and clenching into fists at her sides.
"You sleazy little-" she breathed out before she caused her voice to trail away, stopping herself.
Then, as if she had suddenly remembered her role, she reached up and clutched her face. She let out a whimper, playing the victim.
"Molly!" she demanded in a voice that was packed with emotion, breakung with hurt. "How... how could you do that to me?" she whispered.
Molly scoffed, watching Sydney with amusement as her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "Are you a person?" she demanded before she crossed her hands over her chest.
Sydney instantly flared up. Her anger reflected in her pointed gaze. She wanted nothing more than to grab her hair and tear her to pieces.
But, she restrained herself because she needed to keep up her act in front of the Houston family. She allowed tears to fall freely down her cheeks. "But I am your sister," she announced with her lower lip quivering.
The Houston family erupted.
"You ungrateful, wretched girl!" Mrs. Houston shrieked as she stormed angrily towards Molly. There was obvious fury in her eyes.
"Are you referring to me?" Molly asked her in a nonchalant voice.
This seemed to infruriate Mrs Houston further. She could not believe that this child before her was the same one that she had raised since she was ten!
"How dare you lay that your filthy little adopted hand on your sister?" she demanded as her blood boiled.
"Filthy? Adopted? Me?" Molly burst into mocking laughter. "Are those insults for me or for the trash called Sydney?" she asked with contempt.
"You little bastard child!" Mrs Houstin screamed, seeing red. She stormed up to her and raised her hands with her fingers curled, ready to strike Molly across the face.
Molly did not flinch.
She did not even blink, even as the hand approached her face.
Suddenly, before the slap could land on her cheeks, someone reached out and grabbed Mrs. Houston's wrist tightly.
Someone gasped.
It was Sydney who gasped.
But it was not her who had grabbed the wrists of their mother.
It was Molly.
Her hands had moved like a flash of lightning, shocking everyone.
"Are you done raving like a mad dog?" she demanded as she tightened her grip on her wrist.
"Let go of me!" Mrs Houston demanded as she tried to yank her hands away.
But Molly's grip was steady.
She made a tsk sound, her expression calm and unbothered.
Mrs Houston was taken aback.
She wondered if this was really the child that she had spent the last few years of her life raising.
She had always known Molly to be a weak and useless omega wolf.
But now, her eyes held none of the fear that they had used to carry.
There was something different in them at this point.
They seemed detached.
"Beg for it!" Molly snappes at her with an evil smile.
"Let you!" Mr Houston snapped, coming up to them with his face drawn into a dark scowl. He reached out and wrenched her arm free.
Mrs Houston stumbled back from the force that he used.
"You!" She bellowed. Her face contorted in anger and confusion. "Who do you think you are?"
"Why are you doing this Molly?" Molly turned her gaze to Sydney who was still pretending to cry pitifully.
"Oh stop it," Molly said with a sharp voice that cut through Sydney’s nonsensical act like a blade. "We both know that you are not hurt one big."
"How can you say such a thing?" She cried the more.
"We both know how much you want this family to fall? Everything that you are associated with fails!"
Eric instantly stepped forward, angry with his arms wrapping protectively around Sydney.
He had had enough of Molly's tantrum. He glanced at her with a look of disgust on his face as his jaw clenched tightly.
"Can you not see that she is crying, Molly?" he demanded in a voice that was laced with frustration.
"And so?" Molly replied to him with a nonchalant glance. "Does she not look pretty when she cries? At least I hope that the tears would wash away aome of the darkness in her heart!"
"Don't you dare say spiteful things about my fianceé!" Eric screamed at her. He was so annoyed by her actions.
If not that Molly was a woman, he would have given her the perfect uppercut.
"Both of you suit each other very well," Molly retorted. She wondered what the original owner had seen in a wastrel like Eric that made her fall in love.
"I knew it! I knew that you are just being jealous of her! You always have been!"
Molly let out a humorless laugh.
The sound was low, bitter.
"Jealous?" she repeated. She tilted her head to look at him as if she had not heard him properly.
"Yes, jealous," Eric repeated.
"How on earth do you think that I would be jealous of such a humongous thief? She is nothing but a lying, scheming w***e! I could never be jealous!"
Sydney gasped at her insults just as Eric’s face twisted in rage.
"You are such a vile person," he spat out in disgust.
As if he was any beter, Molly thought.
"This is the reason I have never actually liked you. I have always known that you are so rotten on the inside."
Molly’s heart should have clenched at his acerbic words.
The old Molly, the original owner of this body might have felt the sting and even the pain of his rejection.
But this Molly…
This Molly, she felt nothing.
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