The Revenge Queen Is Back Novel – “God, what a mess! This book is total crap! Someone should pay me for this nonsense!” Cindy slammed the book shut in frustration and took an exaggerated bite of her hot dog bun, as if trying to chew away her irritation. Out of nowhere, the bookshelf behind her rattled, making Cindy freeze. She glanced up, her heart skipping a beat, and let out a startled scream.
Everything around her went black. “Well, look who’s finally awake!” Bernard Silva, the smug hospital president, sneered from the corner, his voice thick with mockery. Cindy groaned, clutching her throbbing forehead and opening her eyes slowly. “Uh, my name’s Cindy. You’ve got the wrong girl, buddy.” Bernard smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “Oh, so now you’re pretending you don’t remember? Didn’t you call yourself a Wallace just a few days ago?” Cindy’s expression darkened.
His words hit her like a brick, and suddenly, everything made sense. This was the plot. The whole damn story. The fat, pompous guy standing in front of her? He was the head of the psychiatric hospital in the book. And her? She was Lynette, the female lead. Lynette and Yuliana Wallace had been switched at birth. At seventeen, Lynette was finally brought back to the Wallace family, only to find Yuliana had already taken her place. Her parents? Divorced. Her life? A dumpster fire.
And those three stepbrothers? They acted like she didn’t even exist, throwing all their love at Yuliana as if she was the real Wallace. Cindy—no, Lynette—closed her eyes, trying to chill out. Focus, she told herself. She could fix this. She could make the story less of a disaster. The memories kept flooding in, and Lynette croaked, “Did you mess up my leg?” The question caught Bernard off guard. For a second, he froze, then let out a harsh, humorless laugh. “Are you kidding me? Still pretending to be a Wallace? Get a grip, girl.” As Bernard stepped forward, ready to grab her, Lynette slowly stood up, acting like the pain in her leg didn’t even exist anymore. “Then you owe me a new one,” she said with a smirk, her tone colder than an ice cube.
Her eyes—sharp, daring—glinted with something that sent an uncomfortable chill down Bernard’s spine. For a second, he thought he was in some twisted nightmare. This wasn’t the shy, introverted Lynette he remembered. This was something completely different—something dangerous. “So, which leg are you gonna give me as payment, Bernard?” she asked, her voice smooth but with a bite. It was like a sweet promise of death.
Bernard stumbled back, his cocky attitude faltering. His face went red with anger and humiliation. “You little bitch! How dare you talk to me like that? I’ll rip you apart!” With a snarl, Bernard lunged at her, hands outstretched to silence her. But Lynette wasn’t backing down. This time, she wasn’t running.