Ruthless

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Realizing that my actions weren't sufficient to capture attention, I seized another identical vase and hurled it to the floor, shattering it into countless shards.

After the two acts of destruction, I braced myself for upcoming consequences. As time ticked by, a surge of emotions flooded me, a mix of positivity and some not worth dwelling on.

Minutes passed by, yet no one appeared. Doubt crept in—had they not heard the crash?

With each passing minute, my confidence only seemed to drop even further, causing my palms to grow clammy, beads of sweat forming not only on my forehead but also on my palms, and even my spine. In fact, I was sweating profusely like a snitch.

I also now began to as uncertainty loomed larger, and I started to doubt my decision now.

Glancing back, I noticed several vases arranged decoratively. With trembling hands, I lifted one, resisting the urge to repeat the destruction. Instead, I marveled at its beauty. The intricacy of its design, the elegance of its texture—it was undeniably a work of art.

Yet, a scoff escaped me.

Despite its allure, I question the price these items must have cost. Was such an amount truly fair?

No, 100 percent not.

I couldn't shake the disbelief at the vast sums spent on mere decorations. It simply wasn't justifiable.

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Two muscular and tall dogs entered the room, alert and poised to confront any danger. When they spotted me, their brows furrowed simultaneously in confusion. Their gaze shifted to the broken pieces on the ground, then back to me, and finally to my hand, which gripped another vest ready to shatter.

Their synchronization amused me; I wanted to applaud.

"Ma'am," one of them, tan-skinned with brown eyes, spoke up, while the other, blond with blue eyes, remained silent. The brown-eyed one nervously licked his lips, not in a suggestive manner but with apprehension. "Is there a problem?"

Clearly perplexed by my aggressive behavior, he approached cautiously. I remained motionless, offering no response.

"If there's an issue, you can trust us to handle it," the blond one offered.

I couldn't help but scoff inwardly at his words. Trust them? Not in a million years.

As the brown-eyed man took another step forward, I warned sharply, "Don't come any closer, or else."

"Ma'am, please don't do this. Mother won't be happy," he pleaded.

Mother. Of course, referring to Allison, the wannabe mother figure to everyone.

Speaking of the devil, Allison entered the room, her expression a mix of confusion and annoyance as she addressed her two dogs. "What is going on here?"

Allison hadn't noticed me yet, but that changed as soon as I thought about it. Her eyes flashed toward me, a look of disdain crossing her features. When she noticed the broken piece, understanding dawned, and her gaze returned to me with a glint of pure hatred.

Without hesitation, I hurled the object in her direction, aiming to strike her. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on my side, as it landed mere inches away from where she stood. She stared at me in shock, mouth agape and eyes wide, seemingly holding her breath.

The shock morphed swiftly into anger, her howl echoing like that of a wolf. "HOW DARE-"

"SHUT UP!" I bellowed, cutting her off with equal force.