Chapter 113

Ever since Vanessa Knight joined the production crew, Lily Green's days had become unbearable.

"Lily, that move is wrong," Vanessa interrupted the rehearsal again, demonstrating the correct posture with effortless grace that reduced Lily to a mere backdrop.

Lily bit her lip, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Spotting Ethan Smith entering the room, she quickly lowered her head, exposing the delicate curve of her neck.

"Mr. Smith..." Her voice trembled.

But Ethan walked straight past her, handing Vanessa an ice-cold water bottle. "Settling in alright?"

"Absolutely," Vanessa twisted the cap off, winking at Lucy White. "Especially after making new friends."

Lucy returned the smile. "Likewise."

The two beauties exchanged a radiant grin that stung like sunlight.

"Your skin is flawless," Vanessa leaned in, suddenly pinching Lucy's cheek. "What's your secret?"

"Good genes," Lucy smirked. "Though that perfume suits you perfectly."

Vanessa laughed. "Sharp eye!"

Her twirling skirt revealed every curve of her enviable figure.

"Some people," Vanessa's gaze flickered toward Lily, "couldn't pull this off even half-dressed."

Lucy smoothly added, "Not everyone's blessed with the right assets."

Lily's nails dug into her palms as she clenched her skirt. She cast a pleading look at Ethan, only to find him engrossed in his phone.

"Brunch this weekend?" Vanessa slung an arm around Lucy.

"Sure." Lucy pulled out her phone. "Let's exchange contacts."

As they traded numbers, Lily finally bolted from the rehearsal room.

Meanwhile, at the Powell family estate...

"Grandmother, I can't take this..." Julian Powell collapsed onto the sofa, his face ghostly pale.

The elderly matriarch fussed over him. "Another nightmare?"

"The coffin...the woman in red..." Julian trembled violently. "She's coming for me!"

The old woman immediately dialed the blood mage.

Smoke coiled through the mystic's dim chamber. Studying the ghost marriage contract, her expression darkened. "The groom's been switched."

"What?" Julian sprang up.

The blood mage sneered. "Someone altered the hex. Now you're the one bound in this unholy union."

The matriarch's knees buckled. "How...how do we fix this?"

"Find the caster," the blood mage's eyes gleamed with malice. "Make sure she dies first."

Julian clenched his fists. "Irene Powell! It has to be her!"

"Patience." The blood mage produced a gleaming pair of scissors, snipping a lock of Julian's hair. "She'll come to us."

Tossing the strands into a brazier, she watched the flames dance. "The real show's just beginning."