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~Belinda's POV
I stood up, my dress brushing softly against the floor as I moved closer to him. I placed my hand on his shoulder, squeezing it with just enough pressure to remind him of who held the power here.
"You will do it," I whispered, my eyes burning into his. "You will be seen with Lisa. You will make it look like she wants you, like she has already chosen you behind their backs. And when the time is right, I will tell you exactly what to do. Until then, you will wait. Quietly."
His chest rose and fell in fast breaths. "And if they kill me?" he asked in a broken voice.
I chuckled low, leaning closer until my lips almost touched his ear. "Then you will die serving me. Isn't that better than dying as a worthless man who meant nothing?"
He closed his eyes tightly, a shiver running through him. I pulled back, pleased at the sight of his fear.
