In the Langley's mansion
Bella lounged in her dimly lit study, her crimson lips curling into a sinister smile as she replayed the surveillance footage on the large screen before her.
The scene of Samantha standing outside the gate, screaming threats, was like music to her ears.
Samantha’s desperation, her anger—it was intoxicating. Bella leaned back, replaying the clip once more, savoring each word.
“She’s so predictable,” Bella muttered, her voice dripping with anger.
She reached for the sleek silver revolver on the table, lifting it to her nose. She sniffed the cold metal, her eyes fluttering shut as though savoring a forbidden pleasure.
A wicked grin spread across her face. "It’s cute, isn’t it? They guessed right. I am the worst enemy they’ve ever had," she said, her voice tak
