Grace Blackwater's eyes widened in shock as Guinevere revealed the true origin of her necklace. She instinctively reached up to touch the intricate pendant, her fingers tracing the delicate design. The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, a mix of disbelief and excitement spreading through the room.
Josephine, meanwhile, was frantically shaking her head, tears streaming down her face.
"No, that's not true! Mother designed that necklace herself. She's been wearing it for years!"
Grace hesitated, her gaze flicking between Guinevere and Josephine. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
Guinevere pressed on, her voice rising above the noise of the crowd.
"And what about the Blackwater Tech? The groundbreaking innovations that have made your family billions? I developed those technologies during my captivity, while you were busy stealing my creations and claiming them as your own."
She turned to face the crowd, her eyes blazing with righteous fury.
"Do you see now? The Blackwaters are nothing more than thieves and liars. They've built their empire on my back, on the blood and sweat of an innocent woman."
The room erupted into chaos. Thomas stepped forward.
"Don't listen to my sister she is murder and she would do anything to gain attention," Thomas said. Soon everyone agreed and threw food at Guinevere. Josephine was grinning like an idiot.
"Sister we will get you a hospital."
"Yes yes, please let mom…"
"Sorry my birth mother only had one daughter and my mother is gone," Guinevere said coldly. Josephine sneered at Guinevere.
"Guin, I know you are upset that your birth family is gone but us your adoptive family are here for you."
Guinevere burst out laughing like a crazy person: her birth father died by hit and run by the girl they raised Josephine! That was Guinevere father who died and she did not know at the time' her entire family suffered such injustices in these people hands.
The laughter that spilled from Guinevere's lips was cold and mirthless, echoing through the stunned silence of the room. Her eyes, once filled with anger, now held a deep, abiding sadness. She looked at Josephine, really looked at her, and saw the stranger she had become.
"You don't get to claim me as your family," Guinevere said quietly, her voice barely audible over the murmur of the crowd.
"You killed my father. You destroyed my life. And you have the audacity to stand there and pretend that you care about me?"
She turned to face Grace and Thomas, her gaze piercing.
"And you two. You knew what she was doing."
Than another male stepped forward this was Guinevere adoptive father David. A sharp slap strike Guinevere who stumbled backwards blood came out of her mouth but she did not look hurt at all. David than said cruel worlds just making up more lies who Guinevere which feel believable.
The sharp sting of the slap echoed through the room, but Guinevere barely registered the pain. She wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes never leaving David's face. A cold smile spread across her lips, devoid of warmth or humor.
"You dare to lay a hand on me?" she whispered, her voice low and dangerous.
"After everything you've done, everything your family has taken from me?"
She stepped closer to David, invading his personal space. He stumbled back, suddenly looking uncertain.
"You want to know why I'm really here?" Guinevere continued, her voice rising.
"I'm here to take back what's mine. I'm here to expose your lies and make you pay for your crimes."
She turned to the crowd, her eyes blazing with intensity.
"This family has stolen from me, manipulated me, and destroyed my life. They've used my talents and my suffering for their own gain. And now, they have the nerve to pretend that they care about me?"
A murmur of disbelief rippled through the crowd. Josephine and Grace looked at each other nervously, unsure how to respond.
"And you," Guinevere said, pointing at David.
"You all knew that I am not a person who did the hit and run yet you allowed me to take the fall for it. None of you dare tell me that was my biological father, even when that happened you guys did not let go of my brothers or my mother. Hehehe in all the truth," Guinevere said.
"Guin stop being jealous I only like Josephine," Jason said. Guinevere sneered why the yell is her ex fiancé here what gave this crazy guy she likes him? Forget it she doesn't have the time to deal with him.
She opened her jacket and there was a bomb.
"This is bomb," she said and this time everyone freaked out.
"This isn't a real bomb stop messing around!"
"Bahaha do you know in that prison there was a person who was known as the Crazy Bomb Maker we all know him anyway he took me in has his student and taught me everything now's these are real.
Crazy Bomb Maker was a notorious criminal and explosives expert who operated in the prison where Guinevere was incarcerated. He was known for his brilliant mind and his ability to create devastating bombs with seemingly ordinary materials. Despite his fearsome reputation, he took a liking to Guinevere and became her mentor, teaching her everything he knew about the art of bombmaking.
Under his tutelage, Guinevere quickly became an expert in her own right, surpassing even her mentor's expectations. She learned how to craft bombs of varying sizes and strengths, each one more deadly than the last. Her creations were works of art, meticulously designed and executed with precision.
Crazy Bomb Maker saw in Guinevere a kindred spirit someone with a brilliant mind and a deep well of anger and resentment. He recognized the potential for greatness within her, and he was determined to help her unlock it. Together, they spent countless hours in the prison workshop, experimenting with new designs and pushing the boundaries of what was possible.
As Guinevere's skills grew, so did her reputation. Other inmates whispered about the girl who could create bombs that could level entire buildings. Some feared her, while others sought to use her talents for their own gain.
"You are crazy!" Josephine shouted she rushed over but Guinevere slapped Josephine.
"Did you ever think? Josephine the crimes you have done? My biological parents raised you but in returned you turned them into ashes ungrateful brat, hehe as for you think I am bluffing well there is also the Poison Goddess who took me in as her disciple she also in the same prison as me."