IMELDA

That fucking bitch! I gritted my teeth as I watched Bella conversing with her best friend. Looking at her, I had this compulsion to march over to her side and force her head down on the table.

I had to keep the urge to myself, knowing it was only a matter of time before I got rid of her if what that man said was the truth. He asked me to make friends with her, to get her to trust me, so she would go with me to the place he designed.

So far, I have gotten her to trust my sincerity. She ...