Chapter 157 Erupted Like A Volcano

• Once the dinner was cleared away, Penelope stood tall, her face glowing with smug satisfaction. The air around her seemed to pleasurable as she surveyed her prisoners—Brandon and Britney, both bound by her twisted desires.
• "I know you want Brandon happy," Penelope said, as if speaking to a dear friend, "I'm the one who can give him everything he deserves. Give us your blessing, Brit. You're like the sister I never had."
• Britney shot up from her seat, her palms flat on the table, gripping the wood as if her hands could crush it to dust. “Don’t call me Brit. Don’t ever compare me to a sister you never had because if I was your sister, I would’ve strangled you myself. And for the record, you’ll never get my blessing. Only my curse and my rage.”