SPOILED GIRL, VOLUME 2 - Season 10 Episode 21

The sweet smell of their breath spread between them. Jacob’s deep eyes reflected Emily’s beautiful and gentle smile.

“Then I have to return a kiss to you and that is a deal!” he said gently.

Emily’s soft but determined voice had provoked Jacob’s feelings and desires. He stared at her red lips and then began kissing her deeply. After quite a while, Emily dizzily pushed Jacob away and licked her lips shyly.

“This is my office. We should mind our images!” she teasingly reminded Jacob.

Emily’s face flushed and even the tips of her ears, which peeked out from beneath her hair, had turned scarlet. Her shy, almost juvenile, voice, had provoked Jacob even more!

Jacob held her tightly in his arms and said in a husky voice, “Then why do you seduce me like this? I think that you are just wanting more…”

“Shut up!” Emily quickly covered Jacob’s mouth with her small hand while she glared at him sharply.

“Yes, my dear wife!”

Jacob shrugged off her hold and pinched her flushed cheeks. He quickly lowered his hands, not waiting for Emily’s response. Holding Emily by her slender waist, Jacob whispered in her ear, “Let’s go have lunch now!”

Emily did not even have a chance to resist and then she felt her whole body soften. She eagerly leaned against Jacob as they left the office.

In David’s house.

Rita’s condition had worsened and she’d begun to hallucinate constantly. She often mistook others for Nora or Michelle. Confusion seemed to dominate her mind and she often slipped into insensibility.

Her sense of reality had fractured and she often beat others for no reason, or tightly held the person who she happened to mistake for Michelle as she cried loudly. The whole villa became nervous and tense, and many maids decided to resign, fearing that Rita might hurt them.

David worried a lot about Rita and he ceaselessly searched for the top doctors at home and abroad to come and treat Rita. However, they all failed to determine the reason for her disintegrating state of mind. As the number of maids became less, Ariel was assigned to be Rita’s personal maid.

“Ma’am, this is the soup with medicinal herbs. The doctors suggested that you have some of this. Please, do not let the soup cool too much.” Ariel had carefully taken the soup to Rita’s room. She could not help but notice the pinched look on Rita’s face, which spoke volumes of her pain and sorrow.

Since what had happened to Nora last time, Rita seldom returned to her former room and she constantly stayed in the guest room now.

Rita was wearing a long white dress and her glossy black hair was loosely hanging down to her waist. Her face was pale and she was standing on the terrace, staring off into nothingness with eyes hollowed by intense sorrow and want.

The wind had come up and it blew carelessly through her long hair, completing her desolate image. Rita seemed like a fragile, broken doll.

Ariel’s heart strained at the sight of her and she quickly put down the soup before walking to Rita. “Ma’am, the wind is too strong here. Let us go inside the room, please!” she persuaded Rita.

“Is she dead?” Rita spoke in a cold and bitter tone, though her eyes had barely acknowledged Ariel and still stared ahead dully.

‘She? Who is she?’ Ariel wondered.

Pursing her lips in concern, Ariel stared hard at Rita, observing her every motion and movement. “She? Who do you mean by ‘she’?” she questioned Rita gently.

“I saw her. I saw Daddy and Mommy. They were all waving at me. They were smiling at me. They called me to go with them…”

Rita murmured in a low voice and then, eerily, her eyes lit up and her pale lips curved into a smile. She was so happy that she pushed Ariel away and tried to catch up with her imagined family.

Delusional, Rita grasped the terrace rail and tried to jump over! Fortunately, Ariel’s reflexes were swift and she grabbed onto Rita and pulled her back to safety.

“Ritee!”

Ariel had never thought that Rita would actually want to kill herself. So, she held Rita’s slim body and involuntarily called out Rita’s nickname. She was anxious and worried about Rita.

“You… What did you say?” Rita asked, seeming to come to herself at the sound of her long-forgotten nickname.

Woken up from her trance by Ariel, Rita searched Ariel’s face in disbelief. Rita’s eyes were full of surprise, happiness, and hope.

Only Rita’s parents and Michelle had known her nickname. Although Rita had been married to David for so many years, he did not know it. Even her best friend, Emily, did not know it!

‘Ariel is just a maid. How could she know my childhood nickname?

So, Ariel is…’ Rita thought with excitement and began to crazily hope.

Ariel looked so much like Helen, and even the curve of their mouths was the same. How was this possible?

During these past few days, Rita had been drowning in sorrow and worry, so she had not paid much attention to the people around her. Rita had never realized that Michelle had already appeared in her life.

Thinking of this possibility, Rita turned to grasp Ariel’s sleeves tightly with her searching hands and her hollow eyes were full of puzzlement. “Are you Michelle? Are you my Michelle?”

Not waiting for Ariel’s answer, Rita raised up her hands to touch Ariel’s cheeks, searching for her sister’s familiar face, as her tears fell like torrential rain, blurring her vision.

“Michelle… I missed you so much!” Rita groaned as she called out to Ariel. Her anguished and self-hating expression was like a hammer that broke down the walls around Ariel’s heart.

Did Ariel really hate Rita? Her exposed heart was a mess of confusion and denied emotions.

Yes, she did hate Rita, she hated her very much! But she had only known the Rita that she had heard about from Darren. Now, after having stayed with Rita for such a long time, Ariel found that Rita was completely different from the Rita that Darren had described to her before.

‘Which one is the real Rita then?’ she asked herself in a panicked state. Ariel did not know what to believe anymore.

Confused, Ariel felt her preconceptions slowly disintegrate, and her eyebrows furrowed deeply as her mind flashed through all the things that Darren had told her. He had even had proof to substantiate his claims.

Several months ago.

“Hello, Michelle!” This was the first time that Ariel was seeing Darren, and he spoke out her real name so easily with a wide smile.

The first time that Ariel had heard the name “Michelle” was from her master, and she had only been eight years old at that time. Her master had told her that Michelle was her real name, and that she had been chosen by them because she was the best.

Except for her master, no one knew Ariel’s real name. So, Ariel was shocked upon hearing Darren call her by her real name.

“Who are you?” Actually, Ariel had come to see Darren because this was the mission her master had given to her. Darren was the client on this mission.

Different from before, this time, Ariel’s mission was only to assist one woman in breaking up a family. She had not planned to take this despicable mission in the beginning, but her master had said that this would be the last mission for her as a secret agent. After finishing this last mission, Ariel would finally be free. Despite still having some misgivings remaining in her mind, Ariel had still decided to accept the mission.

“Your master said that you have been looking for your family for a long time. It is lucky then that I know your family!”

Darren looked at Ariel with indifference and paused for seconds before continuing, “Before we discuss the mission, I need to tell you something in advance.” And so it began, this game of smoke and mirrors.

Ariel’s and Rita’s appearances were similar but they had different temperaments. Rita was straightforward and easily given to bouts of rage, while Ariel was calm and agile of mind. One was emotionally genuine, while the other, due to her extensive training, had developed into a clear and analytical mind.

“Come to the point, please.” Ariel’s eyes only moved slightly as she wondered how the crippled man in front of her could have known that she was looking for her family, because even her master did not know about it. Was he some kind of mind reader?

Ariel began to critically scan Darren from his head to his toes. But her evaluation gave no clue to his agenda or what he knew.

“She is your sister!”

Darren noticed Ariel’s vigilance, so he casually took out a picture from his pocket and held it out to Ariel, carefully observing her expression.

Ariel only glanced briefly at the picture, as the woman did indeed look like her. There were many people who looked like her, but it was impossible for all of them to be her family. Clearly, Ariel was not convinced by his words.
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