Reclaiming What Was Meant to Be Mine

Chapter 12 Linda's Trap

Chapter 12 Linda's Trap

It was clear that this was just the beginning.

In the days to come, Roslin would gradually take away everything that belonged to Linda.

Linda felt suffocated. After taking a deep breath, she put on a smile, walked to Roslin, and sat down in front of her.

"Roslin, there's a small party tomorrow. Do you want to go with me?"

In Roslin's past life, Linda was just as considerate.

Roslin smiled. "No, I'm not familiar with them."

Linda had expected this and had prepared her response beforehand. "Those people are either friends of Dad and Mom or the children of their business partners. As the daughter of the Smith family, you must be on good terms with them. Don't worry. I'll take care of you."

"Since you put it that way, I'll go and take a look."

Linda couldn't hide her joy when Roslin agreed. Before leaving, Linda reminded her. "Roslin, you can't wear this kind of clothes to that kind of occasion."

She looked at Roslin's white shirt and jeans.

Roslin asked humbly, "What should I wear then?"

Roslin had taken the bait!

Linda's voice became gentler and gentler. "It's too late to buy clothes now, and we can't find anything good anyway. Fortunately, there are many new clothes in the closet that I've never worn before. You won't mind wearing them, will you?" Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

She seemed worried that Roslin would dislike those clothes, looking at Roslin with concern and anxiety.

Roslin smiled quietly and took her hand. "Linda, why would I mind? Thank you for thinking of me. I'm so grateful."

"It's good that you don't mind." Linda smiled happily. "Go to bed early. You should maintain your beautiful skin."

Linda stared at Roslin's smooth and fair skin which looked like a peeled egg with jealousy.

Although they were the same age, Roslin's skin seemed much younger than hers. Every woman wanted to have better skin than others.

Linda was no exception.

"Okay, Linda, you should rest early too and take care of your skin. Otherwise, people will think you're two or three years older than me when they see us." Roslin said thoughtfully.

Linda immediately felt that she couldn't breathe, and the smile on her face almost disappeared.

"Go to bed early. Goodnight."

When Linda turned around, her smile disappeared, and her eyes were full of resentment and hatred.

Roslin watched as she left. When the door was completely closed, Roslin's smile gradually became cold. She took out a wet tissue and gently wiped her hand again and again until it turned red.

Returning to the room, Linda looked at the cramped bedroom and thought about the place where Roslin was sitting and living. That place should have been hers.

The anger and hatred that had been suppressed in her heart could no longer be controlled. Linda swept all the cosmetics on the dressing table to the ground.

A loud bang was heard in her room.

"What's wrong, Linda?" Lucinda's concerned voice came from outside the door.

Linda was in a bad mood and didn't want to see Lucinda. She took a few deep breaths and tried to make her voice sound normal. "It's nothing. I accidentally knocked something over. Mom, go to bed."

Standing outside the door, Lucinda knew her daughter's temperament. Since Linda didn't let her in, she wouldn't want to upset Linda.

"If there's anything wrong, you must tell me," Lucinda said thoughtfully.

"Okay."

After Lucinda left, the anger on Linda's face reignited, and her eyes became cold and vicious.

No one could take away what belonged to her.

'Roslin, even if you are the biological daughter of the Smith family, so what?'

'One day, they would all belong to me, and only me.'