Queen Revenge

Late at night, it was pouring.

Walker Richter, returning from a month-long business trip with the smell of booze, felt a lump collapse behind me, and I was jolted awake, and before I had time to react, a hand suddenly wrapped around my waist, and I was scooped up into Walker Richter’s arms.

The unpleasant odor of alcohol spewed over his face.

“Bella, I’m home.”

The voice was deep and extremely nice, but when it fell on my ears, it was a frightening heartbeat.

I’m not Bella Hill.

It’s Alva Hill who has the exact same face as Bella Hill.

There was a sudden softness on my lips, and my eyes widened and my soul was scared out of me.

Feeling a hand wandering underneath me, I panicked even more and struggled underneath him, “Let go of me …”

His hands were suddenly imprisoned, and his cold voice was laced with a few sneers, “Isn’t that what you wanted? Huh?”

“I ….”

The lips were sealed again.

His kisses were as dominant as his person.

My mind went blank, but somehow this scene had a sense of déjà vu, just like that lingering night a year ago that made people unconsciously sink …Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

With a chill in my chest, I snapped back in horror and, on my hands and knees, pushed Walker Richter away.

I looked in shock at the man who had collapsed on the bed like a puddle.

He was extremely good-looking, with a knife-carved, handsome silhouette that was angularly cold.

I had never seen Walker Richter before tonight.

He was the husband of Bella Hill.

And my ‘husband’ from now on.

I didn’t dare to move, and within a few moments, Walker Richter was asleep, and hearing his even breathing, I was completely relieved and carefully drew my hand back.

A bolt of lightning struck the window, threatening to tear a hole in the sky.

I got up and walked over to the windowsill, it was raining hard outside, and by the streetlights in the neighborhood, I glanced toward the villa next door.

It used to be my nightmare.

I am a twin sister to Bella Hill, and because of hospital negligence, I was displaced for twenty years before returning to the Hill family.

A year ago, I was tricked into going out rock climbing by Bella Hill, who then secretly imprisoned me in the wine cellar of the villa next door, and it wasn’t long after those dark days that I found out I was pregnant.

When I close my eyes, it’s as if I can still smell the stench emanating from the wine cellar and feel the pain that tore through me when I gave birth in the cellar.

Before I could even get a look at the kid, not knowing if it was a boy or girl, Bella Hill snatched it away.

A month ago, Bella Hill came to see me again at the cellar, and I got my chance, knocked her out, and escaped from it, and I realized that there was no more Alva Hill in the world.

When Bella Hill claimed to the public that I had lost my footing and fallen off a cliff, the police also found a disfigured body gnawed by wild animals at the bottom of the cliff three days later, and ‘Alva Hill is dead’, as confirmed by the Hill family, followed by a hurried funeral.

Soon after, Walker Richter named Bella Hill, and the two were soon consummated.

Bella Hill became the envy of all Ms. Richter and not long ago gave birth to a daughter for Walker Richter.

And me, out of sight in that wine cellar, and my child nowhere to be seen.

I still can’t figure out why I’m alive and well when the Hill family confirms that I’m dead.

Bella Hill couldn’t have paid off the police to make a fake autopsy report if she was any good.

And who is that body?

I can’t be Alva Hill anymore, only ‘Bella Hill’.

This night, because of Walker Richter’s sudden return, I lost sleep, or to be precise, I dared not sleep.

I’ve been ‘Bella Hill’ for a month now, the servants can’t find out what’s going on, but Walker Richter is Bella Hill’s husband, and if he finds out I’m not Bella Hill, the consequences will be disastrous.

I’m not sure how Bella Hill and Walker Richter get along on weekdays, and since I can’t get a word in edgewise with the servants, I can only take one step at a time these days.

The next day.

I went to the nursery after washing up first before Walker Richter got up.

Walker Richter and Bella Hill’s daughter SWEETHEART has woken up, the little girl looks very watery, white and tender, her eyes are especially beautiful, just like a yearbook doll.

SWEETHEART is only a day younger than my kids and I can’t help but think about my kids and if they are so cute.

“Young lady.” The nanny was breastfeeding, and when she saw me coming, she smiled and said, “Little Miss looks so pretty, carved from the same mold as Young Lady, Young Lady, would you like to hold her?”

Looking at the adorable SWEETHEART, my hand subconsciously reached out, even if I knew it was Bella Hill and Walker Richter’s child, I still had an indescribable feeling of closeness in my heart.

The soft body was cradled in his arms, a burst of milky scent drilled into his nostrils, and his heart followed in a soft mess.

That’s when I miss like crazy the child I gave birth to in October and want to hug that child so much.

The nanny exclaimed out in shock, “Young Lady, why are you crying.”

I realized with a start that my face had filled with tears at some point.

“It’s too windy, sand in your eyes, I guess.”

I pulled a lame lie, handed the baby over to the babysitter, turned my back to wipe the tears from my eyes, and when I looked up, I saw Walker Richter standing behind me at some point.