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~Belinda's POV
I paced the length of my room, my hands wringing the silk of my dress until it creased. My chest burned with impatience.
"He should be back by now," I muttered under my breath. "Dolph should've finished it. Quick. Clean. No trace."
I stopped near the window, glaring out at the dark sky. My reflection in the glass looked twisted, furious. My jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
"They dare," I whispered. "They dare to throw me aside for her. For that girl carrying a bastard child."
I spun around, knocking a vase off the table. It shattered across the floor, but I didn't care. My blood boiled hotter.
"All of them," I spat, "all invested in her now. Because of that child. That child that should've never existed."
My hands shook, but it wasn't fear. It was rage. Pure, burning rage.
"She will not stay here," I hissed. "She will not take them away from me. Damon is mine. Kael, Rowan, they've always listened to me. And now? They look at her like she's some jewel."
