The Heiress Revived from the Ashes
Chapter 176 The Viper’s Retribution
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Mia’s expression darkened, her eyes glittering like those of a predator in the dead of night. But her lips curled into a wide, unnerving grin, electric with anticipation.
Ever since rumors had spread through the university that I was some rich man’s mistress, her reputation had been dragged through the mud. If it hadn’t been for Elliot’s sudden “intervention,” I would have been expelled.
But I wasn’t my mother. I wasn’t naive enough to believe that Elliot’s help came without strings attached.
This was his game. Create a scandal, then swoop in as a savior. All to manipulate Lauren.
Disgusting.
My so–called “friends” had turned against me overnight, emboldened by their wealth and status. They thought my silence was weakness. They mistook my reticence for fear.
They didn’t know the truth. After witnessing what the Bennett family had done to Lauren, Mia had vowed never to be a victim again.
She’d rather be the knife than the flesh it cut.
She leaned against the cold concrete wall of the dorm and waited.
Ten minutes passed before the bathroom door creaked open.
“We’re done. Let’s grab lunch.”
Giggles. The rustle of things being gathered.
Click.
The door swung wide to reveal Mia leaning against the frame, her smile saccharine.
“Having fun?”
Three faces blanched.
Mia stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The metallic snap of the bolt made her roommates jump.
“Y… You’re back early!” one stammered, her “heartbreaker pink” lips quivering. “We were just cleaning.” Mia laughed.
The sound was fragile, like ice cracking over a bottomless lake.
“Oh, I can see that.” Her eyes drifted to the toilet bowl, where her toothbrush lay discarded. “You like my stuff so much… Why didn’t you just ask? I would have given them to you.”
She pointed to the bathroom.
“Go on. Show me how much you love them.”
The girls shrank back. “W…We’ll use our own.” Mia’s smile faded.
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Chapter 176 The Viper’s Retribution
“I’m not asking.”
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When the roommates saw the dagger, their faces instantly became whiter than paper, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably and violently.
“You… don’t be impulsive; we are wrong, isn’t it okay?”
Mia was playing with the butterfly knife while saying carelessly but full of threats, “Wrong? Do you want to get rid of it by saying that you’re wrong? Wouldn’t I lose face? Remember what I said to you guys more than two months ago?”
You guys can bully me; I can take your lives too; I’ve earned it by exchanging one life for three. Want to try?
Thinking about what she said and the bone–chilling coldness when she held the knife against their backs, the three girls cried in fear.
Tears streamed down their distorted faces as they obeyed:
Brushing their teeth with toilet–scrubbed bristles.
Washing their hair with bleach–laced shampoo.
Wiping their skin with the filthy towel.
Mia watched, her voice a velvety purr: “Wasn’t so much fun when the joke was on you, huh?”
Vipers didn’t grow fangs for decoration.
Some lessons had to be written in blood.
when
As her sobbing roommates collapsed onto the tiles, Mia put her knife in her pocket.
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