Her tone carried so much venom it could have poisoned a snake.


    Without waiting for Xander to reply—not like she intended him to, she left the room, wishing him a good night as she carried the trays of the first aid kit and other materials she’d used to clean up his injuries and left.


    Samantha released the breath she didn’t know she was holding, her chest heaving a sigh of relief before she decided to leave and clear the tray in her hands.


    A few steps away from the living room, Samantha saw Michelle watching some fashion show.


    Ignoring her, she headed straight to the kitchen.


    "I heard everything you said to him," Michelle suddenly said, standing up and following Samatha to the kitchen. "Are you that threatened by my presence here in this house, dear Samantha?" She added, her hand folded on her chest while her eyes stared at Samantha in mockery.


    Samantha paused her actions as she turned her head to make eye contact with Michelle with a nk expression. "What did you say?"


    "So insecure," Michelle sighed, ignoring Samantha’s question. "If you’re so jealous, I can let you have one night with him and I promise not to add some snakes under the bed."


    Samantha scoffed, unable to believe what she was hearing.


    From what she heard Michelle saying to her, she already concluded thetter no longer feared her like she’d done when she first came.


    "Do you intend for me to be the one that kills you, Michelle?" Samantha asked, her voice as calm as the weather before the storm. "Because it seems to me that is what you truly desire at the moment."


    "And so what? Don’t talk as if you can touch me because you can’t. Not before long, I’ll be the newest madam of this ce, and I’ll be the one getting rid of you and not the other way around."


    Samantha was beyond shocked by Michelle’s words. She’d always known thetter was stupid, but certainly not to this level. It made her feel regret for actually thinking Michelle had anything in that ball hanging over her neck.


    However, no matter what Michelle said, Samantha was still in perfect control of her emotions, because this wasn’t the first time she was battling with a fly.


    "I’ve always ignored your nuisance, Michelle but don’t push it. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to put snakes under your bed like you n to do with mine. I have an uncle who specializes in snakes and I’ll make sure to get the one that’s simr to you. You wouldn’t mind sharing a room with a long-lost cousin, right?" Samantha asked, her tonecking any humor. Instead, it wasced with an underlying threat that had Michelle subconsciously take a step back.


    "You’re all talk but no action. Don’t get in my way ever again, Michelle, or else I’ll be forced to do something bad to you. Remember, you don’t know anyone here. We’re still mere strangers, so don’t underestimate me."


    Samantha’s tone was carried with an undeniable sense of warning, and Michelle felt the hair on her back stand on their ends.


    She wasn’t going to deny herself the truth. They were indeed strangers even though she’d been staying in the house for six months already after the night that Mrs. Perez, the wife of Theodore Perez nned to kill her by crashing into her and tumbling her car.


    Despite all of that, Michelle was jealous of Samantha for having someone like Xander by her side. Michelle finally got her chance to love in her fantasy. Sadly, it had to be with Xavier’s twin brother and not Xavier himself.


    So, she nned to steal Xander away from Samanthapletely, because she feared if Samantha seeded in convincing Xander to prove she needed to be treated like every other ve, then it would be over for her.


    "What are you looking at me for? The cat finally caught your tongue?" Samantha questioned, her gaze settledzily on Michelle who was struggling to speak.


    "Shut up!" Michelle snapped.


    "I suppose I didn’t need to teach you to mind your tone when you’re speaking with me. Don’t make me correct you next time."


    Samantha’s lips twitched with a smile before she turned, and faced the tray she’d already ced on the counter before throwing away the blood-stained cotton wools in the trash,pletely ignoring Michelle like she never existed.