Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress - Chapter 57: Chapter 57

Nothing stung a man more than being told he was not man enough. In a way, Beatrice was also telling Yarden, "You're not man enough. You didn't land Elsie on your merit. She dumped you because she saw no future with you.
"But what if you were the Guzman family's officially recognized son-in-law? Would things have turned out differently?"
Yarden thought, 'Damn right. If I had money and power, would Elsie have ever dumped me?'
The human capacity for fantasy was truly formidable. When those fantasies fulfilled one's deepest desires, and one realized reality fell short, but one had the power to change it, it was nearly impossible not to take that leap.
Even though Yarden was truly terrified of Quinlyn. He was such a coward. But still, he was willing to believe it might work out.
He couldn't help but picture Quinlyn's slender figure, her porcelain skin, and that haughty attitude of hers. He thought, 'What an alluring sight she'd have, lying in bed like that.'
The more he thought about it, the more he felt a heat stirring in his loins. Right now, he didn't care about the consequences.
When Quinlyn saw Yarden, she thought, 'This guy has a death wish.'
Narration aside, seeing it in person was a whole different story. She was so furious she almost burst out laughing at the absurdity.
With a lewd grin on his face, Yarden gripped a weapon in his hand for courage. He leered at Quinlyn, who sat limply at the edge of the bed.
Seeing that Quinlyn only shot him a sideways glance and didn't say a word, he thought smugly, 'Looks like Mom's already fixed her up. She's just a ready-to-unwrap gift, waiting to be enjoyed.'
He even felt a flicker of annoyance, thinking, 'Those horny women are always moaning. So why isn't she making a sound?'
As these thoughts ran through his mind, Yarden was already standing next to Quinlyn. Tossing aside whatever he'd brought, he grabbed her chin, squeezing her face with a sneer.
He said, "How boring. Not even a hint of emotion. Drugged with an aphrodisiac, yet you still give me that look of disdain." As he spoke, his other hand was already fumbling with his belt.
He added, "Relax, soon I'll have you screaming with pleasure. Don't look at me like that. Once you've had a taste, you'll be begging me for more."
At the end of the day, Yarden was still a little afraid. That near-drowning incident had left him with a lingering fear of Yasin, the man behind Quinlyn.
He encouraged himself inside, 'But as long as I get through tonight, I will be Quinlyn's man. No matter how angry Yasin gets, he can't do anything.
'Those rich men are always so obsessed with purity. Maybe after tonight, every time Yasin meets Quinlyn, he'd just consider her tainted.'
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Yarden reached out toward Quinlyn's shoulder.
Quinlyn suddenly moved.
In the next instant, a silver-glinting dagger was pressed right up against Yarden's neck. One push, and it would all be over.
Quinlyn flashed a dangerously seductive smile and said, "So, Yarden, is this how you like me?"
"How did you..." Yarden stammered, his voice trembling with panic. He could tell that Quinlyn meant business. With her dagger inched closer, barely grazing his skin. He felt a sharp sting as a thin crimson line appeared.
Quinlyn sneered, "Me? How can I move? Didn't I take your little pill? Why am I not writhing on the floor, kneeling at your feet, begging for your mercy?"
Feeling the pain, Yarden forgot his stutter and screamed, "Quinlyn, you wouldn't dare. Mom will kill you for this."
Quinlyn's eyes widened with feigned understanding as she nodded. She said, "What a pity. You won't live to see it." With a deliberate flick of her wrist, she began making small sawing motions with the dagger against his throat.
The cold steel against his skin, the burning sting of the cut, and that bone-deep terror of Quinlyn, all made Yarden's legs turn to jelly.
Before, he'd just been creeped out by her and kept his distance. But now, he was truly terrified. He thought, 'She is crazy.'
"I haven't done anything to you. Just drop it already," Yarden forced out, his voice trembling as he desperately tried to defuse the situation.
Seeing that Quinlyn didn't move, Yarden figured she was just bluffing. He started copying Beatrice's usual tactics.
He coaxed, "Hey, sweetie, I had too much to drink tonight, okay? Don't take it to heart. I won't do this again. But making a scene won't help you, will it? No one here is really on your side. Nobody's going to back you up.
"Don't you want them to like you? Haven't you noticed? The more trouble you cause, the less they like you."
Yarden was too drunk to realize that today, Quinlyn had already torn apart all pretenses. She'd burned every bridge there was to burn.
When he didn't get an immediate response, Yarden's arrogant smirk was just about to surface.
Just then, Quinlyn nodded earnestly, just as she had done with Beatrice, and said sweetly, "You're right. That makes perfect sense."
As she nodded, the dagger in her hand swayed with the motion, its blade sliding along Yarden's neck and naturally widening the wound.
Unable to see the injury but feeling the pain intensified, Yarden stammered, his voice trembling with fear, "What on earth are you doing?"
Quinlyn put on an innocent face as she said, "What did I do? I just said I think you make a good point."
Yarden didn't believe a word of it. He thought, 'She's a complete psycho. She's lost her damn mind.'
"If you kill me, you're done," he stammered, his voice trembling as he tried to sound threatening.
Quinlyn said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I want to kill you? Nothing has happened between us, right?"
Yarden didn't dare respond, but Quinlyn forced his chin up with her elbow, making him meet her gaze. She pressed, "Tell me, isn't that right?"
Looking at her eyes and porcelain skin, Yarden felt that all sense of beauty had vanished; only an icy dread crept through his limbs, growing stronger with every second. Finally, he stammered, "Yes."
Quinlyn immediately flashed Yarden an approving look, then produced a white pill with her other hand and held it out to him. She said, "Here, swallow this. Don't worry, it's fruit-flavored." Her tone was gentle but brooked no refusal.
Yarden was no fool; in fact, he was quick on the uptake. Seeing Quinlyn's perfectly fine state tonight and that suspicious pill in her hand, he quickly figured out what this was about.
He asked, "What are you trying to do?"
Quinlyn's smile grew even wider. She said, "What's with that tone? Anyone would think I'm feeding you poison. Isn't this the special gift you so thoughtfully prepared for me?"
She paused meaningfully, then added with a sly look, "Or do you prefer the present in my hand?"