The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast-Chapter 1489: Then It’s Up to Me

The dancing girl stopped mid-step, changing into a white long dress that perhaps fit her long ago; it felt a bit short now, somewhat ill-fitting.

She found a cookie tin from under the bed, inside which she had hidden a vacuum-sealed bag containing a wig she made from her own cut hair.

She put on the wig, lightly applied lipstick, and smiled at the reflection in the mirror.

She couldn’t distinguish which was the real dominant personality.

She felt that the one wearing the dress, with long hair, and lipstick was her dominant personality, her true self.

Suddenly, the girl in the mirror laughed, her laughter dark and sinister, her eyes filled with violence and rebellion. She abruptly yanked off the wig, her voice hoarse, "Foolish, useless thing."

In the memory of this persona, she was touched by cold hands, her clothes about to be torn, but she swiftly kicked the individual in their most vulnerable spot.

She was a rich family’s daughter, trained in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting from an early age, embodying the gentle and artistic. But her grandfather was a wise elder who believed that a girl should not only learn these gentle things but also learn to protect herself; the interplay of strength and gentleness made for the most beautiful and resilient rose.

Thus, she learned Martial Arts at a young age and was taller than other children her age. She protected herself with the Martial Arts she learned, but personality-wise, only this version of her would do so, as her other self was taught by her mother to be very obedient and gentle, even weak.

She seized the opportunity to grab the homeroom teacher’s neck while he was writhing in pain and couldn’t get up, and snatched the flashlight from his hand, striking his head with it. "Keep your mouth shut if you want to live. If you dare to say a word about tonight, I’ll kill you! You should be well aware, as my homeroom teacher, that my mother is insane, that madness runs in my blood. Don’t provoke me; I really can kill."

Her hoarse voice sounded as though she was whispering sweet nothings to a lover, though her words were chilling.

The homeroom teacher, already bleeding from the head, saw her cold, violent eyes through his blurred vision. Those eyes indeed harbored murderous intent; he had no doubt that if he dared to refuse, he would be beaten or strangled to death.

"I won’t say anything. I fell down by myself. I fell down by myself..."

She still delivered one last blow, blood splattering on the corners of her mouth. She laughed Bloodthirsty, looking down at the unconscious figure on the ground, kicking him once more. Seeing him convulse slightly, knowing he wasn’t dead, she finally closed her eyes, letting the weakling inside emerge.

Later, this cowardly one habitually hid, avoiding going to school entirely. She couldn’t be bothered to study, to do things she didn’t want to do, so a third personality emerged, the sports idiot with short hair, all brawn and no brains.

She reached up to touch the prickly short hair, her voice carrying a seductive lure: "Train well, strive for the chance to bring glory to the country, become a World Champion, then you can hire the best doctor to treat your mother’s illness, and you’ll no longer be your brother’s burden..."

Each seductive word seemed to brainwash the third personality. Once she withdrew her hand from the short hair, she revealed a sinister smile, murmuring hoarsely, "Fool, once you become a World Champion, it will be my turn to act. Some grudges you are too forgetful to care about, and she is too cowardly to avenge. It’s up to me alone."