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Chapter 71: She will pay

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Chapter 71: She will pay

**Bryans POV**

Matilda was still standing there, hair a little mussed from Bella’s grip but somehow managing to make it look intentional, like a deliberate tousle for effect. She was still somewhat panting.

A smug little curve still played at her lips, the kind of expression that didn’t need to be loud to be infuriating. She’d planted herself in the center of the foyer like she was part of the décor, an unwanted piece of modern art Bella would never hang on her walls, but couldn’t quite toss out without shattering something in the process. Her emerald dress still hugged every curve, though now it had a faint wrinkle at the waist, a quiet testimony to the scuffle.

“I’m not leaving,” she said, her voice smooth as poured honey, but with a sharp undertone, a steel edge hidden in the sweetness. Her eyes flicked over Bella just long enough to register, then dismissed her entirely, like she was a mere accessory in the room. The full weight of her gaze settled on
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