A bitter scoff escaped her lips as she reapplied the lipstick, smudging the color back into place with a sharp swipe.
"That girl…" she muttered under her breath, voice low and hateful. "She thinks she's won."
A burning flash of determination lit up in her dark eyes. The more Leonardo ignored her, the more her obsession tightened around him like a chain. How dare he look at someone else like that? How dare he smile, softly, at someone else? He was supposed to be hers.
And now? Now he was acting like that useless girl had a place beside him?
No.
She would never allow it.
Technically, in the original arrangement, she was supposed to be his wife.
And if fate gave Bella a chance to replace her once—then Stella would simply make sure to reverse that mistake.
Step by step.
She'd erase that girl from the picture.
Forever.
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