Chapter 138
No.1
Lillian stared in disbelief.
How… How was this possible?
These pythons only listened to Oliver.
He always spoke to them in a gentle, soothing tone.
He even got hurt if he raised his voice accidentally.
But Isabella had just shouted at them with aggression… and they obeyed?
Isabella continued calmly brushing seasoning onto the lobsters.
Her gaze, however, was fixed on the snakes—icy and intimidating.
“I’m preparing these for your little master,” she stated coldly. “If you’re looking for trouble, I’ll add you to the broth.”
Her words seemed to insult one of the larger pythons.
It raised its head, its eyes sharp and hostile.
It looked ready to lunge at any second.
The snake was as thick as a large bowl—a truly horrifying sight.
No.2
Yet Isabella showed no fear.
She glared right back at it. “What are you staring at?” she snapped. “How dare you little cretins come out to scare people? Go back to your cage! Now go find whoever let you out!” Her order was final and left no room for argument.
For a moment, the pythons didn’t move.
Then Isabella raised her hand and flicked her wrist.
Immediately, the snakes changed direction.
They began slithering toward the opposite side of the kitchen.
Directly toward the pillar where Lillian was hiding.
Lillian trembled violently.
Her phone clattered to the floor.
“Don’t… don’t come any closer!” she shrieked.
Why were they listening to Isabella?!
The pythons closed in rapidly.
In a blink, the largest one was only half a meter away.
No.3
“Argh!” The terrified maid turned and sprinted for her life.
The pythons gave chase, not letting her escape.
The scene descended into pure chaos.
Isabella wiped her hands clean.
She walked over and picked up Lillian’s fallen phone.
The screen was still lit, showing an open WhatsApp chat with Vivienne Delacroix.
The message history was clear.
Vivienne had written: (Send me a clip of Isabella terrified by the pythons.)
Isabella’s eyes darkened.
So Vivienne had discovered she was staying at the Blackwood Estate.
She had even bribed a maid to harm her.
Isabella had never wanted to start a conflict.
But since Vivienne had chosen to make a move, Isabella wouldn’t just sit back and take it.
No.4
She wanted to see a terrified expression?
She could keep dreaming.
A wicked smirk curled on Isabella’s lips.
Her fingers flew across the phone’s keyboard.
She sent a link.
At the Delacroix estate…
Vivienne was soaking in her marble tub. The memory of that python coiling around her thigh haunted her thoughts. A violent shudder wracked her body.
Her phone screen lit up on the vanity. It had to be Lillian. Vivienne snatched it eagerly, ready to watch footage of Isabella completely unraveling from a python attack.
Hah! Always acting so cold and superior. ‘Boss Montgomery’? Please. Isabella would be a sobbing mess facing those snakes.
Vivienne tapped the video. The screen instantly went black. Then, a massive, hyper-realistic python materialized. Its scales glistened. Its head filled the entire display. It seemed to lock its reptilian eyes directly on her. It lunged straight for the screen.
“Ahhh!”
A blood-curdling scream tore from Vivienne’s throat. Her hands trembled violently. She flung the phone away from her.
It splashed into the bathwater. The waterproof device remained active. The horrifying 3D python continued its slithering motion in the tub. It looked utterly real.
No.5
“Help! Somebody! Get in here!” she shrieked, her voice cracking with pure panic.
This was worse than any accidental horror jump-scare. Her deepest fear was snakes. This visual was too vivid. Too lifelike. It was a waking nightmare.
Her personal assistant, Cassandra, burst through the bathroom door. She found Vivienne huddled and shaking at one end of the large tub. The phone glowed ominously from the water, the python still coiling.
The sight made Cassandra flinch. She steeled herself. She quickly fished the phone out. She tried to force a shutdown.
It was useless. The power button did nothing. The screen remained dominated by the slithering serpent. It tilted its head. Its forked tongue flickered out menacingly.
It was deeply unsettling.
Cassandra’s composure wavered. She grabbed a thick bath towel. She wrapped the possessed device tightly. “Try to relax, Madam. I’ll have this looked at immediately.” She hurried from the room, clutching the bundled phone.
Silence returned to the steamy bathroom. Vivienne’s heart hammered against her ribs. The real pythons were traumatic enough. Now someone sent a digital one to torment her?
That useless Lillian!
No… Lillian was just a maid. She lacked the spine for this.
It was her. That Montgomery witch.
Not only did Isabella steal her intended match, but she also dared to retaliate like this? Who did that low-class woman think she was? Vivienne would make her regret this.
Vivienne climbed out of the tub. She roughly toweled off and threw on a silk robe. She stormed into her study. She powered up her laptop. She opened a secure line to a senior executive at TitanTech.
No.6
“Push the headline about Arabella and Isabella to every single TitanTech user. Now.”
TitanTech was her premier national phone brand. It commanded over half the domestic market share. Millions used its devices. A system-wide notification would ensure the entire country saw the story about Isabella’s interference.
The executive complied instantly.
That same hour, every TitanTech user received a system alert:
Homewrecking Gold Digger Exposed! Click to see how a mistress and a Diamond Boss corrupted justice!
The salacious headline was designed for maximum clicks. Vivienne then placed another call. She arranged to meet Seraphina Delacroix. They would visit Genevieve Beaumont in the hospital. They needed to get a new recording.
Genevieve lay deathly pale on the hospital bed. Her sunken eyes remained shut, her complexion ashen. Her three-year-old daughter clung to the bedside, her small face swollen from endless tears.
The little girl tugged weakly at her mother’s limp hand. “Mommy, why did Daddy leave us? Was I bad? I can be better, I promise…”
Her tiny voice cracked. “Mommy, please wake up. I don’t want to be alone. I miss your hugs…”
The heartbreaking pleas echoed through the sterile room. Genevieve’s eyes fluttered open. Tears welled and spilled over, tracing paths down her hollow cheeks.
She pulled her daughter into a trembling embrace. Their shared sobs shook the narrow bed.
The scene was devastating.
A video of their grief spread like wildfire online. Sympathy poured in from thousands.
No.7
The mother and daughter duo trended worldwide.
(My heart is shattered! That innocent baby doesn’t deserve this!)
(The other woman should rot in hell! She deserves the cruelest punishment!)
(Why did Isabella save Arabella? They’re both monsters!)
(Seraphina is a true friend. Warning her customers about this scandal? She’s taking a stand against Isabella and Arabella! Respect!)
(They should beg for forgiveness at Genevieve’s bedside and then disappear!)
Netizens unleashed a torrent of hatred. Their words were knives aimed at Isabella and Arabella.
Seraphina, however, was celebrated. She was hailed as “The Most Ethical CEO” and “The Entrepreneur with a Conscience.”
Inside the Blackwood Estate…
The pythons had been relentless. They chased Lillian through the halls until Nathaniel himself intervened.
He commanded order. The snakes were returned to their enclosures.
Then came his decree. “Remove her from the estate.”