Love Unbreakable
Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Reborn And Remade: Pursued By The Billionaire
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby
Who Dares Claim The Heart Of My Wonderful Queen?
Married To An Exquisite Queen: My Ex-wife's Spectacular Comeback
Jennifer's POV:
"Jennifer, you bitch! Where is my pearl necklace?" Barbara yelled from outside the door.
Startled by her voice, I stuffed the pearl necklace back into the wooden box in a hurry, and then stashed the box under the pillow to hide it.
I had barely straightened up from the bed when the wooden door of the room was kicked open. Barbara rushed in with a group of werewolves, followed by Luna Debra, whose face was covered with a thick layer of foundation, but unfortunately, it could not hide the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
These two women always dressed up extravagantly, as if they wanted to flaunt all the jewelry they owned in a single outfit.
"Luna Debra, Miss Barbara, what can I do for you?" I asked politely, saluting them as usual with a friendly smile on my face.
"Jennifer, where's the pearl necklace I usually wear?" Barbara growled, grabbing my collar and glaring at me. "You bitch! You always have sticky fingers. You're the one who cleans my room. Where did my favorite pearl necklace go? I can't find it. Did you steal it?"
"Miss Barbara, I didn't take anything from your room. You can't accuse me without evidence," I replied patiently in a tone that was neither humble nor pushy.
"You shameless bitch! How dare you talk to me like that? You want evidence? Let's find it right now!" Barbara spat, shoving me backward. Then, she turned to the werewolves she had brought along and ordered them to search my room.
My small and shabby room was soon turned upside down. The old quilt on the bed was thrown to the floor, and the small wooden table and stool were kicked over with loud thuds. What was worse, I had to watch Barbara walk all over my quilt in her expensive high-heeled shoes. She even picked up the half-empty kettle that had fallen on the floor and poured the water on the quilt. It was as if she was taking this opportunity to vent all her anger.
I tried to keep my face expressionless as I stared at the ruffians turning my room into a mess, but resentment gripped my heart and seeped into my eyes.
"How dare you glare at me? You'll suffer when I find the necklace!" Barbara shouted, driving her heels harder into my quilt.
I clenched my fists to suppress my anger and ignored her. After a few more seconds of watching the werewolves knock all my things to the floor, I couldn't bear it anymore. "Stop! I didn't steal anything. Why are you doing this?" I shouted.
"Why? It's simple. I am the Beta's daughter, while you're just a slave, a piece of garbage abandoned by others!" Barbara snickered at me.
"You're not noble at all. You are nothing but an orphan adopted by the Luna," I replied fiercely.
Before their deaths, Barbara's parents had been close friends with Luna Debra. That was the reason why Luna Debra had taken Barbara in. In terms of bloodline, I was much nobler than Barbara. I really didn't know what I had done to offend her. From the beginning, she had always disliked me, and stirred up trouble for me both in public and in private.
At this time, a she-wolf overturned my pillow, causing the small wooden box to fall to the floor.
"No!" I anxiously hurried forward to grab the wooden box. But just when I was about to touch it, Barbara stepped on the back of my hand. Her heel dug into my skin, drawing blood. I couldn't help but wince at the sharp pain.
"Bitch, what's the rush? Why do you care about this shabby box so much? You must be hiding something in it," Barbara sneered.
A she-wolf picked up the wooden box and handed it to her. Barbara opened the wooden box, revealing the pearl necklace that was lying in it.
I wanted to get up, but Barbara drove her heel harder into the back of my hand, pinning me down.