Isabella stepped back into the grand hall with a sense of satisfaction, her expression composed and confident. The elegant atmosphere and soft music amplified her sense of achievement. The memory of Angela's pale, trembling form and the fear in her eyes pleased Isabella's heart to the core.
Isabella recalled Angela's words and her misplaced confidence, which she had just shattered. She knew why Angela believed that she wouldn't be able to do anything to her.
She thought no one would be able to touch her just because of her and her family's connection to the underworld. She had assumed that Isabella wasn't strong and powerful enough to stand a chance against her.
But Angela didn't know that Isabella wasn't that innocent, helpless girl anymore. She didn't know the lengths to which Isabella had gone to rise to power. She still didn't understand what she was up against. She didn't know the dangerous power Isabella held.
