My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)

Chapter 1807



Preslie was called home.

Just as a stray dog was called.

After slapping Amelia that day, she'd rushed out the house without any further thought.

When she arrived at some strange deserted place, she'd stopped and stared at her palms for an interminable amount of time.

She couldn't understand where her sudden surge of boldness had come from.

That she would have the guts to hit Amelia.

She had been teased, bullied, and laughed at by Amelia ever since she was young and not once had she dared to fight back.

This time, however, she'd found her courage and stood up to Amelia.

Later on, Preslie went to Selina's house only to find out that she wasn't home.

Preslie didn't dare to go home so she found a motel and stayed there for a few nights. However, her parents found her eventually and drove her home.

Once they'd reached home, she immediately received an earful from her parents.

"Preslie Fernandez, how dare you slap Amelia? She's your sister! How could you be so rude as to hit her?"

"Raising a dog would be better than raising you. How dare you hit your sister!"

"If you ruined your gorgeous sister's face, I'll have to make you pay for it. Your sister needs to use her beauty to marry into a rich family. She's our precious treasure, you absolutely cannot lay a hand on her!"

Amelia felt elated listening to her parents teaching Preslie a lesson.

She said, "Mom, Dad, Preslie's just jealous that I'm more beautiful than her, that's why she slapped me! She just wants me to be disfigured!" Her mother immediately comforted Amelia. "Amelia, don't argue with your sister. She's ugly and fat, it's normal for her to be jealous. But I never thought she'd slap you. She's utterly heartless."

Amelia replied, "Mom, she must have wanted to do this for a long time, she just didn't have the guts to do it before. Now that she has a rich friend and almost became the only bridesmaid at the wedding, she became brave enough to do what she always wanted to do, but..." Amelia paused and then she let out a sigh.

Amelia initially wanted to say that Preslie's rich friend was dead too and that Preslie had no one with her anymore. But when Amelia recalled the deathly glare Preslie had given her when she brought it up the last time, Amelia stopped herself.

Hearing Amelia's words, Celine was angrier.

She pointed to Preslie and said, "You wicked girl, how could you have such a rotten heart? You've wanted to hit your sister all this time. How did I never see how evil you were all along? I suppose what they say is true, ugly on the outside, ugly on the inside."

Preslie's heart stung as she listened to her mom scolding her.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Ugly on the outside, ugly on the inside.

Wicked girl.

Were these words someone used to describe their own daughter?

How could her parents be so biased? She and Amelia were both their blood related daughters.

The only difference between them was that she'd been chubby since she was a child. It wasn't her fault. She didn't ask to be born this way. Did her parents just hate her so much?

Preslie sniffled.

She said nothing.

She had been bullied and mistreated this way since she was a child. Years of abuse had made her a coward who refused to rebel.

She just stood there listening to her parents and Amelia's scolding until Amelia came up to her.

Amelia's eyes were malicious. "Preslie, since you slapped me, I want you to have a taste of your own medicine, tenfold."

A look of shock flashed across Preslie's eyes.

She thought Amelia would let it go after berating her for so long, but she did not expect her sister to want to hit her back. Before she could speak, Amelia slapped her.

Amelia was brutal and Preslie's face immediately turned red.

Pain.

The pain was unbearable.

Preslie covered her face. "I gave you a slap, and so did you. We're even now."

Amelia snorted coldly.

How could she just let Preslie win so easily?

That would never happen!

Amelia stared at her and said, "There are still nine slaps. Just look forward to it!"

Preslie trembled.

Amelia's slap was so painful, she could not imagine what the next nine slaps would be like...

Amelia was harsh with her slaps.

When she was done with the rest of the nine slaps, her face would probably be ruined.

Preslie was not stupid.

She knew that she could not fight Amelia here.

Preslie wanted to run.

She knew that her parents would not help her, so she had to run away from her house.

However, before she ran out, her parents stopped her.

Celia said, "Preslie, just let your sister hit you and everything will be resolved."

Looking around, she felt a sense of desolation.

She knew that Amelia wanted to

beat her up and her parents would not care. But she had never imagined that her parents would stop her from using basic self defense.

Preslie cried out, "Mom, don't you see? She wants to kill me, not hit me!"

Her mother couldn't care less.

She said, "Since you slapped your sister, it's only fair that she hits you back."

Preslie's father interrupted her as well. "That's right. Since you slapped your sister, it's only right that you get something in return! Giving you ten slaps is nothing!"

Looking at her parents, Preslie suddenly felt like she was falling.

She'd always known that her parents were biased.

But it wasn't until today that she knew not only did they have a glaring preference, they even hated her!

Right then, Amelia slapped her.

The second slap.

It was just as heavy as the first.

Preslie stood still.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The impact came one after another and blood oozed out of the corners of her mouth.

Pointing at Preslie, Amelia said,

"Preslie, that ends it. If you dare to

do anything else to me in the

ure,

I won't let you off as easily as I'm doing right now."

A drop of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Drip!

Blood began to gush out from the corner of

Preslie's lips.

Her parents, however, surrounded Amelia.

"Amelia, does your hand hurt? Let your mother massage your hands."

"Amelia, you're too kind. You only slapped her ten times..."

Somehow, Preslie felt cold. She felt as if an icy wind was howling at her, leaving her out of breath with the sharp coldness surrounding her.

Looking at her parents and Amelia in front of her, she suddenly felt like she was a stranger.

She had been in this house for so many years.

Only now did she truly realize.

She was merely an outsider.

Why was she so stupid to continue living in this house?

She didn't want to stay here.

She wanted to leave. She should have left long ago. This was not the home she wanted to stay in.

With that notion, Preslie opened the door and ran out.

Yesseca followed Tremaine to Nashaland.

The moment Yesseca reached Quartley Palace, everyone was shocked to see her arrival, except Montez who had yet to come back from school.