Camilla’s POV

Bella leaned nonchalantly against the crate and smirked venomously. The rhythm of her immaculately manicured nails tapping across its uneven surface made fun of my racing heart.

Bella scoffed and swept her eyes over me as if I were dirt beneath her high-end shoes. "Well, well, look at the mess you've created," she said. "Have you not damaged everything? Lawrence's life, his reputation, his legacy, and now the safety of your daughter.

My claws dug into my palms as my fists ...