Nemesis Game

Chapter 4 Continue Putting on Your Act

Mrs. Moore had a sorrow look in her eyes as she talked about Peyton and her eyes were filled with

hatred when talking about Samantha.

In Mrs. Moore eyes, her 7 years in jail were her fault? She hired no thugs to hurt Peyton, but they

wouldn’t believe her. In their mind, she was the heinous one.

Suddenly, Samantha laughed. She laughed hysterically.

“So what? I’m heartless and so what! I don’t like her. She stole my life and enjoyed the prosperity for so

many years. I am the daughter of the Moore family! And she was just an unwanted child!”

Mrs. Moore was raging and her heart was throbbing in pain. She slapped Samantha again.

Samantha was stunned, her face was swelling like no tomorrow.

But no matter how much it hurt, it didn’t hurt as much as her heart.

Everybody only cared about Peyton and nobody cared about her.

“Your stepmother didn’t teach you any manners! I will discipline her for you, you wicked girl!” There

were flames in Mrs. Moore eyes, she was going to hit her again.

Samantha dodged this time and grabbed her arm.

“Mrs. Moore, you don’t have the right to criticize my stepmother. I never enjoyed my life under the

Moore family anyways. My surname is Powell, you have no right to keep hitting me like this.”

Mrs. Moore’s eyes were wide open. She looked at Samantha unbelievably and was about to faint from

anger.

She was about to pass out from resentment.

Samantha said calmly, “From today onwards, I don’t want to have anything to do with you guys ever

again and you have no say.”

She couldn’t be the daughter of the Moore family, but she would rather be Samantha Powell.

Mrs. Moore was so exasperated she left. Samantha held her tears back and her lips were bleeding

because she was biting on them. She didn’t let her tears fall.

Why should she be sad? She shouldn’t be sad because of the people who intentionally hurt her.

He wanted a divorce but she would not give him what he wanted.

If she was unhappy, they should be unhappy too.

Samantha was hospitalized for 2 days and nobody cared to visit her. Ruben was by Peyton’s side the

whole time.

She wasn’t happy about it and couldn’t stand it. She went to Peyton’s ward.

Peyton was on the phone talking to someone in the room. She noticed Samantha and purposedly said

in a flighty voice, “Ruben, I want you to make me some porridge.”

Samantha couldn’t hear Ruben’s reply, but Peyton had a bright smile on her angelic face.

She was pure. So pure that she hired a thug and directed the whole spiel on her own and ultimately

pushed the blame on Samantha, just so that she could continue enjoying her prosperous life in the

Moore family.

So pure that she hired people in the prison and ordered them to destroy Samantha’s voice cord and

her arm, making Samantha unable to fulfil her dream.

“You sure are tough! You didn’t die after being tortured in prison like that!” said Peyton as she played

with the strand of hair in front of her chest. Her smile dissipated and she now looked cold and vile.

Samantha walked towards her and arched her eyebrow, “Well, who will be left to uncover your true face

if I were to die? I have a heavenly duty and I cannot die.”

“You!” Peyton wasn’t calm and pleased anymore. She stood up and supported herself with the side of Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

the bed, and tried to slap Samantha on the face.

But Samantha dodged and grabbed her wrist instead.

And then she slapped Peyton on the cheek.

“Why? Do you want to hit me? I thought you’re nice and gentle. Aren’t you the elegant daughter of the

Moore family? Ruben is not here right now, you don’t have to put on an act,” said Samantha in disdain

as she grasped Peyton’s wrist tightly.