Chapter 90

In the werewolf - centered world, where emotions ran as wild as a pack on a hunt, Thea suddenly removed her glasses. Her eyes, enhanced by light makeup, sparkled with anger and malice, much like a werewolf showing its fangs.  

"Try hitting me," she took a step forward, presenting her defiant face directly to Nathan’s fist.  

Nathan was taken aback by her cold glare and slowly lowered his fist, as if facing a more powerful werewolf in a dominance stand - off.  

"A pair of foolish old fools," Thea bit out, cursing under her breath.  

Seeing Nathan take a hit, Victoria quickly intervened. "Bella, we’re family. Families don’t hold grudges. What you’re doing is irrational. After all, the prosperity of Nathan benefits you too. If he falls, you’ll have no one to rely on. In the werewolf - centered family - bond - plea and practical - reasoning, this is her attempt to persuade."  

She reached for Isabella's hand, but Thea stepped back, avoiding her touch.  

"Don’t touch me. We’re not familiar with each other," Thea’s tone was distant and cold, like a lone wolf rejecting the pack.  

Victoria froze in place, then began crying in a pitiful tone. "Are you still angry at me? Aren’t you? Bella, I’m your sister, your blood relative. I admit, I wronged you along with Nathan, but you’ve retaliated against us. We’ve been blasted online, and I lost my child. Bella, it’s even now. I don’t owe you anything anymore. In the werewolf - centered guilt - admission and plea - for - forgiveness, this is her lament."  

Thea, unbothered, gave her a lazy glance. "You’d be perfect in a drama." She said it flatly, showing no emotion.  

Victoria’s face turned red in embarrassment. "Bella, did I say something wrong...?"  

Thea looked at her as if she were a rare artifact. "Your child’s death was the result of your own wrongdoings, a punishment from heaven. You were exposed online because of your own immoral actions. Your tragedy is self - inflicted. What does that have to do with me? As for my tragedy, it was caused by you... In the werewolf - centered moral - condemnation and blame - assignment, this is her accusation."  

Victoria trembled, her face turning pale. "Why have you become so unforgiving?"  

Suddenly, Nathan pulled Victoria behind him, furiously scolding Thea. "Isabella, I know why you’ve become so arrogant. It’s all because you’ve climbed onto Mr. Sanchez’s back, right? But you’re being foolish. Do you really think Mr. Sanchez, that noble young master, will love a divorced woman who’s had a child? He’s only using you to get on top of Guillermo. Once he’s done using you, he’ll throw you aside. Don’t come crying to me when that happens. In the werewolf - centered jealousy - and - slander - based - warning, this is his tirade."  

Thea slapped Nathan hard across the face.  

"Ah?" Victoria gasped in alarm.  

Nathan stood frozen, staring at Thea in disbelief.  

"How dare you hit me?"  

Thea’s eyes burned with fury. "Who made me a second - hand woman? Who made me miscarry? Nathan, you turned me into trash, then you question whether I deserve true love. How come I never saw before what a disgusting piece of garbage you are? In the werewolf - centered anger - filled - accusation and self - worth - defense, this is her outburst."  

Nathan, shocked, got up and straightened his clothes. He clenched his fists, his face twisted with malice as he stalked toward Thea, his chest rising and falling with fury.  

It was obvious to anyone watching—he was about to strike.  

That’s when Theo stepped forward.  

He placed himself protectively in front of Thea. "Mr.Hill wouldn’t be thinking of hitting a woman, would you? In the werewolf - centered protection - of - Thea and challenge - to - Nathan, this is his question."  

Nathan snapped, "She deserves it."  

Theo responded lazily, "Sir, when you first brought her home, she was just a simple, innocent little girl with no defenses. Now, she’s become a porcupine full of thorns. Shouldn’t you reflect on how you pushed her to this point? In the werewolf - centered reflection - and - blame - on - Nathan, this is his retort."  

Nathan swayed slightly, the mockery in Theo’s words making him feel a pang of shame as he recalled his early days with Isabella.  

He vaguely remembered the day he brought her home to the Hill family…  

He had said, "From now on, I’ll give you a peaceful home."  

She had hugged him, smiling like a blooming flower, softly saying, "Mister, you’ve been so good to me. I’ll repay you well."  

But now, their home was shattered beyond repair, much like a werewolf pack torn apart.

Nathan spoke, his voice carrying guilt and a hint of supplication. "Isabella, my only mistake was not loving you. But love can’t be forced. You should just forget about me and stop clinging to me. I’ll send you abroad. You can start fresh, away from the capital, and be happy again. How about it? In the werewolf - centered guilt - admission and attempt - to - fix - things, this is his plea."  

Thea curled her lips into a smirk. "Who do you think you are, arranging my life for me? In the werewolf - centered defiance - and - rejection - of - control, this is her retort."  

Nathan grabbed her hand, shaking with emotion. "What do you want, then? How can you leave my world? Your existence is already messing with my life and career. In the werewolf - centered frustration - and - demand - for - solution, this is his outburst."  

Thea, expressionless, stared at him coldly. "Have you ever thought, maybe I’m doing it on purpose? In the werewolf - centered confession - of - revenge - intention, this is her revelation."  

Nathan looked into Isabella’s eyes and saw a mocking smile. He helplessly let go of her hand.  

He finally realized that the Isabella standing before him was no longer the naive, ignorant girl he had once controlled. She had turned into a tiger he had nurtured himself, one that would devour him at the slightest mistake, much like a werewolf that has been betrayed and turns on its former pack.

"You’re deliberately taking away my business, aren’t you?"  

Thea’s smile deepened, knowing exactly what she was doing.  

She turned, taking Theo’s hand as they left.  

As they passed by Victoria, she heard Victoria’s soft voice. "Bella, don’t be stupid. Young masters from wealthy families never marry divorced women. In the werewolf - centered social - norm - warning and jealousy - based - taunt, this is her comment."  

Thea stopped in her tracks, turning back to gaze at Victoria’s wedding ring.  

The large diamond glistened, obviously expensive.  

The ring Nathan had given her back then had a tiny diamond, far from the same level.  

Thea smirked. "Miss Moore, do you think Madam Hill would let you get away with secretly snatching her precious son? In the werewolf - centered warning - and - threat - to - Victoria, this is her question."  

Victoria’s face turned pale as she nervously used her ring - covered hand to smooth her hair. "Bella, you don’t need to worry about me. Whether I marry into a rich family doesn’t matter. As long as Nathan loves me, that’s all that matters. In the werewolf - centered love - over - status - claim and self - consolation, this is her response."  

"Ah, what a true fox," Theo suddenly exclaimed.  

Victoria flinched at the insult.  

Theo and Thea smiled as they walked away.  

Victoria, still fuming, could hear their blatant mockery.  

Theo said, "She’s clearly not as beautiful or graceful as you, and she reeks of manipulativeness. You really can’t be losing to her, can you? In the werewolf - centered comparison - and - encouragement, this is his statement."  

Thea replied, "Some people’s eyes are just cheap."  

Theo corrected, "No, it’s just that trash has to find food in a trash can. In the werewolf - centered scorn - and - dismissal - of - Nathan and Victoria, this is his comment."  

Thea added, "They deserve each other."  

"Lol."  

Victoria clenched her fists in frustration.  

"Nathan, they’re mocking me," she whined to Nathan.  

Nathan, his face dark and his mood soured, sighed deeply.  

"Let’s go."  

Even after they left the Sanchez villa, Victoria’s anger had not dissipated.  

"That’s too much. Isabella is completely lawless!"  

"How could she humiliate us like that?"  

Nathan, having lost both the prime location shop and the key technology collaboration, his career taking a serious blow, had no mood left to care about Isabella’s insults.  

"Her verbal insults are nothing compared to the damage she’s done to me. That’s the real revenge," Nathan muttered, powerless.