The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 214: [ Volume 1] Chaper - The truth behind the curtain 2

You think I wanted her to find love, Ray? No," she hissed. "She was supposed to be nothing, no one. But she got everything I ever wanted: the wealth, the family’s love, and the man I craved most... she took it all." Her voice dropped to a low, hateful murmur. "And your father... he was supposed to be mine. Mine."

Ray stared at her, stunned and horrified, as her words sank in. Her twisted jealousy, her delusions—she had betrayed them all, torn their family apart piece by piece, driven by an insatiable need to claim what was never hers.

"You’re a monster," he whispered, his voice shaking with revulsion. He couldn’t look at her without feeling sick, his mind a storm of grief and anger. Every memory of his mother’s kindness, his father’s warmth, was now tainted by the knowledge of this woman’s betrayal.

But his second aunt only smiled, the look in her eyes chillingly devoid of regret. "No, Ray," she said softly, her voice dripping with malice. "I’m simply the one who had the courage to take what was rightfully mine."

Ray’s body went cold, each word from his aunt twisting the knife deeper into the wounds she had created without remorse. He couldn’t believe the depth of her malice—could barely process the confession spilling so freely from her lips, as though she were recounting a long-lost victory.

She leaned closer, her face darkened with a mix of resentment and twisted satisfaction. "It’s truly your mother’s fault," she sneered, her eyes gleaming with something sinister.

"I gave her a choice. I stayed silent, kept my distance, even thought—perhaps, I could forgive her. I didn’t lay a finger on your father or her. But then," her voice grew sharp, bitter, "they had the audacity to announce his pregnancy. Do you know how that felt? Knowing that she, the woman who took everything from me, was now building a family with him?"

Ray’s pulse hammered as she spoke, each word laced with years of jealousy that had morphed into something far darker.

"When you were born," she continued, her tone softening, a twisted smile on her lips, "your mother held you in her arms and looked at you with such love. Her ’biggest achievement,’ she called you. And at that moment, I realized—I wanted you. Because having you would wound her in ways she couldn’t bear. I wanted her to suffer, Ray, the way I had suffered, to see her precious light ripped from her life."

Ray’s jaw tightened, his eyes blazing with anger. "You wanted to steal a child just to spite her? Just to make her suffer?"

She laughed—a chilling sound, her face contorted with satisfaction. "Yes. She named you ’Ray,’ her little ’ray of light.’ She confided in me, as though I was still her sister. And at that moment, I knew—I’d take that light, that precious happiness, from her."

She leaned back, her gaze drifting as if recalling a memory she had long savored. "I played the role of the good sister, hiding my true self behind kind words and a gentle smile. But somehow, she saw through me. She hid you and your brothers, kept you just out of reach." Her voice darkened, her tone dripping with bitterness. "Do you know what it felt like, to be denied what I had set my heart on, to have my vengeance snatched away?"

Ray’s fists clenched, his voice low and trembling with rage. "You wanted to cut her into pieces just because she loved her family? Just because she chose a life without you?"

She looked at him, her expression unreadable, and for the briefest moment, he thought he saw something human—perhaps even regret. But it was gone in a flash, replaced by that familiar coldness.

"Family? Don’t make me laugh. Does she even know what family means? I was the one, the only one, who truly deserved it all—the recognition, the respect, the place at the head of this so-called family. And yet, they handed it all to her, like she’d done something to earn it. But I won’t waste time trying to make you understand. Explaining this to you is as pointless as the empty-headed choices your mother and father made, handing everything to her.

Do you have any idea what it was like at that family gathering? I showed up, played the part, was courteous enough to greet your father, ask about you all, like any decent person would. And what did I get for it? Your mother. She storms over, her eyes blazing, and without a second thought, she grabs me. By. The. Collar. Can you even imagine that? Who does she think she is? Grabbing me, looking at me like I’m the one who did something wrong. As if I’d crawl under her foot and take whatever insult she wanted to throw at me.

I’ll tell you this much—my head was pounding with anger. My ears were ringing; it felt like my whole body was on fire, burning with rage. I couldn’t even hear the stupid conversation buzzing around me anymore. I barely remember how I managed to unclench my fists and walk away, how I forced myself to keep breathing. But I didn’t let her see me lose control, not a single crack. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

I left. Walked right out of there, fuming. I was pacing outside, the air sharp in my lungs, trying to calm myself. Let her stay there, surrounded by her little admirers, laughing and chatting like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t just crossed the line, disrespected me, humiliated me.

But that’s the thing about people like her—they don’t see the dangers they create until it’s too late. She finally left the party, thinking she was rushing back to you all. So self-righteous, so sure of her place, never thinking she’d face the consequences of what she did. That’s when I made my move. I called my people, told them exactly where she’d be, which road she’d take. And then, right there, as she turned onto the main road, they surrounded her. Car after car, cutting off every exit, hemming her in until she realized there was nowhere to go."