NovelEnglishChapter 17 No More Pretending
Aubrey’s POV
This was the real Bailey. The sweet, well-behaved image she showed others was nothing but an act.
| looked at her and smiled faintly. “Looks like you didn’t learn your lesson from last night.”
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It would've been better if | hadn't brought it up. The moment | did, Bailey's whole body started shaking with
rage!
She bared her wolf fangs and screamed at me, “You bitch! You really put on a good show! Those two guys were
clearly bad news, and you expectto believe nothing happened between you three after all that time?”
| raised an eyebrow and said slowly, “Now that you mention them... it’s funny, | didn’t even know them. We had
no history, no conflict. So why would they cafter me?” | smiled. “Maybe | should ask Madam Adelyn to put
spressure on them. See what they say. What do you think?”
Bailey's face, already twisted with anger, instantly turned white.
She shouted, “You filthy wench! Haven't you made enough of a disgrace of yourself?!”
Her eyes were wild with panic, even though her words were full of menace.
“I'm warning you-don’t run your mouth. Or I'll make sure you regret it!”
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“Make sure | regret it?”
| stared her down and stepped toward her. Bailey instinctively backed away—but | grabbed her by the collar.
“If | were you, I'd be freaking out right about now. After all, Madam Adelyn promised to get justice for me. Who
knows what those two will confess to? Who knows who the real culprit is-the one who setup?”
| narrowed my eyes and whispered right in her face, “Once the truth comes out, I'll ask her to punish that person
properly. Maybe something like... chopping off her limbs and tying her to a stake. Then whipping her to death
with a lash soaked in wolfsbane.”
| let go.
Bailey’s legs gave out and she collapsed onto the floor.
Her face was ghostly pale. She looked atin horror, then said nothing. Without a word, she suddenly shifted
into her wolf form and darted off toward the garden.
| knew exactly where she was going to her mother for help.
I had originally planned to head back to my room, but a sudden whiff of food stopped me. | hadn’t eaten much at
the Miguel manor, and after everything last night and today, | was starving. | turned and headed to
the kitchen.
Sure enough, | found two maids prepping afternoon tea.
“I'm hungry,” | said, leaning against the doorframe. The maids stared atin shock as | gave my order. “Make
something and bring it to my room.”
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Chapter 17 No More Pretending
| didn’t care what their reaction was. | turned and went upstairs.
What | didn’t know was that after 1 left, the two maids looked extremely annoyed.
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One of them, the older one, spat and said, “She really thinks she’s the young lady now? Just toss her some
leftover noodles from lunch and splash ssoy sauce on it!”
| didn’t respond. | wanted to see if they really had the guts to do it.
Up in my room, | stared at myself in the mirror, feeling... complicated.
Eighteen was still such a fresh, delicate age. Even with thick bangs nearly covering half my face, | still looked
youthful and clean.
| reached up and pushed all my hair back into a high ponytail, exposing my smooth forehead and delicate
features.
Looking at the girl in the mirror-so completely transformed-I smiled. | actually thought | looked pretty good.
Truth was, I'd always hated those bangs. They poked my eyes. But | never dared change my hairstyle- because
my stepmother said | looked “prettier” this way.
Was it really prettier? No. Aurelia just didn’t wantto outshine Bailey.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
When | opened it, there was no one there. On the floor sat a bowl. Inside were cold leftover noodles from lunch, a
little sour pickle, and a splash of soy sauce. Nothing else.
| couldn’t help but laugh. Just look at the kind of life I'd been living.
| couldn’t even get a hot bowl of noodles.
At werewolf school, everyone said the cafeteria food was terrible-but | always ate it with gusto. Because the food
at hwas even worse. When Dad wasn’t around, | wasn’t allowed to eat at the table. The things | ate in secret
probably weren't even good enough for the guard dog out front.
In the past, if | was hungry, I'd just force it down. But now? Eating this would no longer earna reputation for
being kind-it would just makelook pitiful and pathetic.
| picked up the bowl and walked downstairs.
In the living room, | saw fresh-baked scones laid out next to a pot of hand-ground coffee. Aurelia was dressed to
the nines, pacing anxiously as she waited for someone.
The servants all pretended not to see me, going about their business like | didn’t exist.
| gave the room a quick scan, then walked straight up to Aurelia-bowl in hand.
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