Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

In the past, Miranda only remembered seeing Alistair with this kind of attitude when he was around Arabella.

But the Alistair standing before her now made her feel as repulsed as if someone had just dropped a rotten egg in front of her. This disgust was different from what she felt for Dorian.

Alistair, who had sent his own sister to jail, breaking the law while pretending to be her savior, only to stab her in the back. Outwardly noble, he upheld the so-called law and morality. Yet, he was the worst kind of filth.

"Make amends for the rest of your life?" Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Are you talking about your life in prison? Are you planning to send me regards from there or write me a letter?"

Alistair choked on his words, his face fell, and a flicker of guilt and discomfort crossed his expression.

"You're a lawyer; you should be able to calculate how many years you'll get, right?"

Miranda's smile was dazzling, but Alistair didn't feel even a hint of warmth from it. It was more like she was watching a pathetic show, mocking him.

Her beauty was like a poppy flower, enchanting yet deadly. He swayed slightly, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

"You know, back then, I had no other choice. I admit, I was out of my mind to do such a thing. I misunderstood you and judged Arabella wrong. If I had known earlier..."

Miranda cut him off sharply, "Misunderstood? You mean you weren't fabricating evidence to frame me to protect Arabella? What are you pretending? I pinned all my hopes on you, Alistair, asked you to clear my name. What did you say?"

Alistair froze, memories of that time flooding back.

In the holding cell, Miranda looked like a wilting flower, fragile and broken, her face filled with fear. It wasn't until she saw him that a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.

She timidly called out to him, her voice trembling. "Alistair, please help me, I didn't do it, I'm innocent."

It was the second time she called him Alistair. The first time, he had said, "Don't call me like that. I never acknowledged you as my sister. Remember your place; you'll never be my sister."

The second time was in the holding cell, where she cried and pleaded with him. Yet he coldly said, "Who allowed you to call me Alistair! Have you forgotten your place? You stay here quietly and do as I say. I'm the lawyer; just follow my lead."

Back then, Miranda chose to trust her big-shot lawyer brother. She thought that no matter how much her brothers disliked her, they wouldn't let her be wrongfully imprisoned. After all, she was a Hawke, wasn't she?

Even if they never believed her, surely they knew she was innocent about that incident.

But she was wrong. She followed Alistair's instructions, only to be abandoned by her family and sentenced to two years in prison.

The moment the judge declared the verdict, her blood ran cold, and she felt herself plummeting into a pit of despair.

"I put all my hope in you on that witness stand, and you, as you solidified my guilt, did you ever see my despair? When I cried and begged, your cold eyes implied that you wanted me to die. Do you know you were killing me then?" Miranda enunciated as she confronted Alistair.

"You killed your own sister. You're the biggest culprit! So, you see, it wouldn't be unreasonable for me to wish you dead, would it?"

Alistair had clung to a flicker of hope and luck, but hearing her words made his

mind go blank. If his regret was a five before, it was now reaching an eight or nine after hearing what Miranda said.

The truth he had tried to cover and ignore was now laid bare before him.

“Please..... stop....." he stammered, losing balance and retreating a couple of steps, his eyes losing focus.

Miranda moved her lips. "Weren't

you the one who wanted to talk? Aren't I talking to you? Why don't you want to listen now? What's wrong? Realizing your little sister turned out to be so remarkable while you mistook worthless trash for jewels, feeling regret yet?”

She deliberately infused a hint of hypnosis into her words. So, as Alistair heard each word, it felt like a dagger carving into his heart.

"No, I actually decided the day I came to get you out of prison, I wanted to make it

up to you," Alistair said softly. "When you come back to the Hawke family, I'll have everything ready for you."

Miranda chuckled mockingly. "What

a phony. You're just afraid I'll speak out, trying to sweeten me up to make my mouth shut, why such pretension? You and Arabella should be tied together forever; you're both such fakers. Maybe last life, you two

trash

really came from the same!!!

heap."

Seeing Alistair's mental state crumble, Miranda felt satisfied enough to walk away.noveldrama

But a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside her, "Why waste your breath on

him?"

The voice's owner stepped up beside her, looking exasperated. "Why the hell don't you just punch him?!"