Chapter 4

Lyssa:

The next morning, I felt something cold being poured on me, jolting me out of my sleep. When I reluctantly opened my eyes, I realised it was Princess Isabella who had poured a pocket of water on me. Startled, I sat up, blinking away the lingering drowsiness, and a look of annoyance crossed my face as I wondered why she was being so rude.

"What on earth, Isabella?" I muttered, wiping the droplets of water from my face.

She scolded me, her voice filled with irritation. "Why are you still sleeping? It's 5:00 AM! You are supposed to start work and here you are, lazing around."

I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. Sure enough, it was only 5:00 AM. I struggled to comprehend why she was treating me this way. It was as if her hate towards me intensified the moment Alpha Garrett chose me and not her. I tried to explain, "It's not yet time..."

But she didn't give me any listening ears. Instead, she urged me to go and clean her room immediately, insisting that she would come to inspect it later. Feeling the weight of exhaustion still pulling at my body, I sighed and reluctantly got out of bed.

As I made my way towards her room, I pushed the door and it swung open, and I was met with a sight that further perplexed me. Princess Isabella's room was an absolute mess. Her dresses were strewn all over the floor, as if they had been recklessly discarded, and her personal belongings were scattered haphazardly. Did she do this intentionally?

Taking a deep breath and I groaned inwardly, knowing it would take considerable effort to bring this room back to order. I started by carefully picking up the clothes, folding and organising them one by one.

Hours passed as I tirelessly worked to make sure the room was well arranged and cleaned. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I was astonished to see that it was already 7 AM.

As I got out of Princess Isabella's room, I met her seated at the balcony with her phone in her hands. Beads of sweat ran down my face as I approached her. I explained to her that I was done with the cleaning, hoping she would be pleased with my work.

She glanced up at me with a slight frown, wrinkling her nose. "Step back, you're smelling," she said, waving her hand in front of her face. I flushed with embarrassment and took a step back, my heart sinking.

Just then, a servant approached us, bowing slightly. "My lady, there is a visitor here to see you," he said, his voice respectful.

Isabella nodded and gestured for the servant to let the visitor in. I shifted nervously on my feet, wondering who could be visiting the princess at this hour. The door creaked open, and a man stepped inside.

"I am from Alpha Garrett," the man announced, his voice smooth and commanding. "I have been sent to deliver this dress to Alpha Garrett's mate." He held out a beautiful dress in a box, elegantly wrapped in silk and ribbons.

Isabella's eyes widened with surprise as she accepted the dress, her fingers tracing the fabric reverently. "I am the mate of Alpha Garrett," she declared, her voice tinged with excitement.

The man bowed deeply, his eyes full of respect. "It is an honour to meet you, my lady," he said sincerely. "There is an address inside the box. Alpha Garrett will send a car to pick you up at that location. Please be ready before 3 PM."

Isabella nodded. "Thank you for delivering this message," she said graciously.

The man smiled warmly and turned to leave. As the door closed behind him, Isabella turned to me.

“I am Alpha Garrett's fated mate. If I can't have him, you won't.” She pushed me aside and with the gift in her hands, I watched as she walked into her room.

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Lyssa on the other hand walked towards the maid chamber. She needs the freshen up as soon as possible to avoid being called a smelling person by someone else.

Meanwhile as Isabella got to her room, she gently unwrapped the dress and put them on, along with the jewellery and shoes. The outfit exuded luxury and she couldn't help but admire herself in front of the mirror. But as she gazed at her reflection, a wave of jealousy washed over her.

The image of Lyssa in the dress flashed in her mind, and suddenly Isabella couldn't bear the thought of her rival looking as stunning as she did. The jealousy consumed her, twisting her heart with bitterness. She couldn't stand the idea of Lyssa wearing the dress, all looking beautiful.

Desperation took hold of her as she grabbed the address that was attached inside the box. She read through it, imagining Lyssa wearing the same dress to meet her fated mate. The thought was unbearable, and in a fit of rage and envy, Isabella started to tear the paper into pieces as she yelled.

Her hands shaking, Isabella reached for a pair of scissors and began to cut the dress to shreds. Tears streamed down her face as she mutilated the beautiful garment, unable to control her emotions. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she destroyed the dress.

The room was a mess, scattered with torn fabric and broken jewellery. Isabella collapsed to the floor. She knew she had let her emotions get the best of her, but she couldn't help the feelings that had consumed her.

She sobbed uncontrollably, the pain was too much to bear.