The whispering of the guests and the soft music echoed in the hall as Arley and Angela stood beside Maddox. Isabella stared straight into Angela's eyes, and the dark smirk on Isabella's lips sent a shiver down her spine.
Angela's heart thumped with a mix of shock and unease, as she hadn't expected to see Isabella again. She tried to maintain her composure as the cold, dangerous gaze of Isabella made Angela recall the last meeting between them and the chilling words Isabella had spoken.
"I have prepared hell for you. A dreadful hell."
Those words had haunted Angela for days, and with each passing day, her fear had grown into a seething rage. Angela was taken aback by Isabella's transformation because she didn't anticipate it. She expected her to be broken and miserable.
She was enraged by how Isabella was still so proud and graceful after what Angela had done to her five years ago. Isabella still held her head high, and Angela hated it. She wanted her to suffer.
