Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 223

Chapter 223:.

A car pulled up in front of us. I realized the driver was the woman I saw in Lavinia’s living room that day.

Lavinia waved at me as she got into the car and drove off. Becky caught my eye as she got out. She was giving me a cold stare. For a moment, I saw hatred glowing in them.

The girl next to her seemed to be the one I had seen earlier when I opened the door to the washroom.

The two girls, Becky and Cindy, who had just competed against each other on stage, exchanged glances.

Cindy was calm, but Becky was the opposite.

Everyone felt embarrassed for them. At least we couldn’t congratulate Cindy in front of Becky. It was becoming awkward for the people around.

Finally, Cindy left. As if on cue, Becky pursed her lips and burst into tears. As soon as she turned around, she threw herself into Derek’s arms.

He knew it was a big blow to her, so he understood why she was acting like this.

“There, there,” Derek said as he stroked her hair. “Don’t cry. You’re still young. There will be more opportunities in the future.” He comforted her as he would a child as he walked her to the car.

Becky was crying the whole ride. Even on the way back to the villa, she hadn’t stopped. It had been too much for Becky, so we sent her back to her room.

Derek stayed by her side for a while longer. I wanted to comfort her too, but it was better that I didn’t.

I was about to go back to my room and stopped short when I felt Becky’s hand in mine. I heard her say, “I’m very sad today. I don’t want to sleep alone – can you sleep with me, Eveline?” Her voice was rough between sobs. Seeing her devastated look, I felt sorry for her.

Who could refuse her?

So I agreed and lay down on the bed with her. We said nothing. I looked quietly at the ceiling and let exhaustion consume me until I fell asleep.

As I slept, I had the sensation of suffocation.

I was startled when I opened my eyes. In the dim light, I could see Becky kneeling beside me with her hands around my neck. Her face was contorted; she was furious. Every inch of my body felt her rage as her grip grew tighter with each passing second.

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The beautiful angel had turned into a bloodthirsty demon. I could not breathe. I summoned what strength I had left in my body and grabbed that two-faced bitch by the wrists as I tried to push her away.

“Why…why are you doing this?” I managed to shriek.

I thought I was hallucinating when I saw Becky suddenly smile. The purity and sweetness in her was gone. It was terrifying.

“Why, you ask? I want to kill you.” Every word she said made me tremble.

I could understand that she was at her lowest point after losing the competition. I knew she didn’t like me at all, even though she seemed to be close to me. None of this was enough to make her a killer. Her hatred for me made it seem like she had killed her family.

I struggled for a long time. I was getting weaker as Becky reinforced her choke hold on me. I felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen to my brain, and my vision was becoming blurry.

“De… DDerek,” I called weakly.

Becky grimaced and looked at me confidently.

“Guess what? Even if I kill you, Derek won’t have the nerve to send me to jail. Instead, he’ll replace a way to help me. How convenient, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t think straight at that moment. I bent my legs and kicked Becky. I think it landed on her belly. She fell backwards and finally let go of me.

I rolled off the bed and lay on the floor for quite a while as I tried to catch my breath before struggling to get up and sit on the floor.

I touched my neck to soothe the pain as I coughed and gasped. Becky sat back down on the bed, still looking at me grudgingly. However, she calmed down a bit and didn’t attack me again.

I looked at her in surprise as if she were a lunatic.

“Becky, even if you lost one competition, there will be another one to win. You, even if you can never realize your dream, you are still young and have a bright future ahead of you. Don’t squander it. If you kill me, you will have to pay the price for the rest of your life. I don’t care. I’ve lived a few years longer than you have, but what about you?”

All Becky could do was gasp for breath with all the pent up hatred inside her that she couldn’t release no matter how hard she tried.

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