Driven to further cruelty by Nicoles lack of reaction, Doreen slapped Nicole twice. Unsatisfied, she grabbed a bottle, aiming to strike Nicoles head.
But Vicki intervened just in time, grabbing Doreens wrist. Doreen, havent I told you? She cant show any visible injuries. It would reflect poorly on you.
Doreen and Vicki werent concerned about Nicoles well-being, but rather how it might tarnish their reputation as debutantes.
Doreen reluctantly released her grip, and the bottle dropped to the floor, rolling away.
Vicki had made it clear to Doreen that she must not kill Nicole while humiliating and tormenting Nicole without any visible injuries was an option. Otherwise, it would reflect poorly on them.
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But Doreen was seething with resentment. At that moment, all she wanted was to end Nicoles life. Back at her wedding, Nicole humiliated her, turning her into a laughingstock. She had thought marrying Roscoe would solve everything.
However, Roscoe wouldnt even let Doreen touch him. Whenever Doreen approached, he grew visibly disturbed, even attempting to strangle her once.
Doreen couldnt shake the dreadful look in Roscoes eyes, reminiscent of a zombie from a movie. He seemed more like a shell of a person, acting erratically. She found Roscoe unsettling and frightening. It seemed only that woman skilled in witchcraft could control his wild emotions.
Doreen no longer dared to be in the same room with him. Her resentment toward Nicole was profound. If not for Nicole, they wouldnt have resorted to such drastic measures just to control Roscoe.
Yet, without those extreme measures, Doreen knew Roscoe would never have married her. Ultimately, all her efforts of trying to make Roscoe fall for her were utterly fruitless.
Doreen couldnt accept this and felt ready to burst with anger. She pushed Nicoles head down, yanking her hair and shoving her head into a trash bin.
Nicoles scalp numbed, losing sensation.
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Doreens fury didnt wane. Instead, it only grew as she took it further, pulling a trash bag over Nicoles head and tightening it until Nicole struggled for air. You bitch! How dare you steal my man! Jarrod has left you, and Roscoe is mine. No ones going to save you now. Its over for you!
Doreen opened and closed the trash bag as if it were a playful act.
Nicole felt as if she were suffocating, teetering on the edge of death. She felt like a broken toy, mercilessly tormented by Doreen.
It became clear that Doreen intended to kill her.
Nicole braced her palms on the floor, her vision obscured by the trash bag. She relied on her hands to find leverage and position her head to catch fleeting breaths.
Nicole found it odd that Vicki hadnt yet attacked her. She had braced herself for Vickis potential attack to unleash the rage just like Doreen. Contract to her expectation, Vicki simply lounged on the sofa instead.
Nicole frowned. If Vicki still chose not to attack her, her ordeal tonight would be pointless. Knowing Vicki all too well, she had taken an extra precaution by secretly installing a camera in this chamber.
Nicole knew this place better than Vicki and Doreen, understanding exactly how to conceal the camera so it would go unnoticed. If Vicki attacked her, the recording would serve as evidence that Vicki was unfit to be a parent.
As disappointment settled in, Nicole heard a cell phone rang.
Vicki stood up, as though she needed to take a phone call outside.
She was back within two minutes.
The sound of Vickis high heels clacking made Nicole slightly anxious.