After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230 Jessica's Revenge
"What are you doing?" Isabel reached out to support Yvette while shoving Jessica away with a strong push.

Jessica stumbled back several steps before regaining her footing. Her eyes burned with fury as she glared daggers at Yvette. It was as though she wanted to slice Yvette into a thousand pieces.

"What? She badmouthed me, so I pushed her! What's the big deal?" Jessica retorted, seething with indignation.

Yvette snapped back with her hands on her hips, "You brought this on yourself. I'm just speaking the truth!"

"Nonsense! It's Isabel's fault!" Jessica pointed an accusing finger at Isabel with her expression growing even more terrifying.

"She's the one who's been keeping Reggie and me from getting back together! It's all her fault! If she hadn't interfered, I'd already be with Reggie. Do you think I'd be in this miserable state otherwise?"

"Hah! What a ridiculous joke!" Yvette was rendered speechless by Jessica's accusations. "Isabel's fault? Was it Isabel who made you look down on Reggie after they were thrown out? Was it Isabel who told you to break up with him? Or was it Isabel who forced you to sell your soul to Mr. Hicks? Did she even force you to come here and disgrace yourself as a prostitute?"

Jessica's face flushed with rage, but she was left speechless. She could only glare back and forth between Isabel and Yvette.

Then, Isabel chimed in mercilessly, "Don't put this on me. You're the one who schemed your way into Reg's life back in college. You researched his preferences, played the role of the sweet and caring girlfriend, and tricked him into falling for you.

"When his face was scarred and he was kicked out by the Zimmermans, you dumped him thinking he couldn't buy you expensive gifts anymore.

"Then, when he became the CEO of I.Z. Corporation and got his handsome looks back, you shamelessly begged him for forgiveness."

Yvette added with biting sarcasm, "Wow, you're shameless! Dumping your boyfriend when he's down, only to crawl back when he's successful. Tsk, tsk, did you take Reggie as a fool?"

"You—you two!" Jessica pointed at Isabel and Yvette while shaking with rage.

"Fine, everything you said is true! But so what? Women choose partners based on what they can offer! Why should I be good to someone who can't provide for me? Am I wrong? I'm not wrong!" Jessica shouted, her face twisted with fury.

Isabel shook her head with a scoff. "Let's not even talk about that. What about you becoming a prostitute? Don't tell me I forced you into that. How do you even stomach those disgusting old men? You've really shattered my worldview."

"You're the prostitute! Mr. Wright is my husband! We're about to get married, so what's wrong with us doing those things?" Jessica snapped back, but her defiance was short-lived.

At that moment, Mr. Wright entered the room. "Why are you taking so long in the bathroom? Mr. Quinn and the others are getting impatient."

"Mr. Quinn? What Mr. Quinn?" Jessica asked, puzzled.

"Mr. Quinn, the big-shot CEO. He's here for some fun, and tonight you'll be entertaining him," Mr. Wright explained matter-of-factly.

Jessica felt her face flush with humiliation and it stopped her from looking back at Isabel and Yvette.

She could already imagine their mocking stares without turning around.

"And Mr. Lowe," Mr. Wright continued. "Make sure to serve them well. Whether my business deal with them succeeds depends on how hard you work tonight."

"What?" Jessica's face turned deathly pale, her eyes widening in shock.

"You want me to entertain Mr. Quinn and Mr. Lowe?"

"Exactly. Those two are best friends, inseparable since childhood. They share everything. Don't waste any time; get to it."

Jessica had never encountered anything like this before. For the first time, fear crept into her heart.

Behind her, Isabel's voice rang out. "Yve, let's leave. This isn't good for the baby."

"Agreed. Let's get out of here," Yvette replied, turning to leave.

Jessica clenched her fists tightly as her eyes burned with hatred. The veins on her forehead bulged, ready to burst from sheer rage.

I haven't done anything wrong! It's Isabel's fault!

It was Isabel who had ruined my life!

The next morning, Jessica stumbled out of the private room, battered and exhausted.