Chapter 72 ; loose or protect yourself.

Desmond's voice was steady, but there was an edge to it as he spoke into the phone.

"I haven't received the full payment for the job I did for you," he said, his words hanging in the air.

On the other end, Bella barely paid attention, her mind elsewhere, absorbed in the thrill of Camilla's downfall. She had just stepped out of the doctor's presence, leaving the sterile, suffocating atmosphere behind to join Jane. The two of them, united by a shared smile at what the doctor said to her, revelled in the latest news.

Bella’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, the kind that could only come from knowing your enemy was on the brink of destruction.

Camilla's condition was dire, a fact Bella savoured like fine wine; she was pleased to the stars about what the doctor had shared with her, and hiding this feeling seemed impossible.

Death seemed inevitable for Camilla, a fate Bella had already celebrated in her heart.

To her, it wasn’t just a matter of if—she knew that Camilla’s spirit was a