Chapter 3

• DELIA HERRERA POV
• I didn't like George... Didn't like the way he smelled either, the reason I was here was all because of Belshar Nessar Abed and as he walked past me to go meet up with his wife's cousin Bella, I couldn't help but watch him.
• But it was annoying. His wife was already dead so why was he still meeting up with her relatives?
• On the surface, people didn't know Belshar had been married... I'd had to dig and pay a lot of money to obtain the information... Belshar was a very private person, the only thing not so private about him was that he was a psychotic killer who destroyed lives with no emotion. Still, he was my one desire.
• He was also the sort of person who cut people off just for the fun of it, so should I worry that he was still so close to his wife's cousin?
• Bella was not someone I could easily go against... Not everyone was as spineless as Celine, but God damn it, I wish I could. She was the reason Belshar hadn't noticed me tonight.
• He'd bumped into Celine of course, which was very annoying now that I remembered it, but he hadn't even bothered with her, he'd just stepped past her and didn't spare a backward glance.
• It was good, I'd hoped for such a reaction, but now as I remembered the scene, it made a hollow feeling linger in my chest, and I didn't like it at all.
• Fuck! It would have been better if he had yelled at her or gripped her by the arm so tight that it would leave bruises... Belshar was said to be vicious so why had he just walked past her even after she ruined his shirt... Did that mean anything or was I obsessing over this more than I should?
• "So, where should we go after this" George's voice broke through my thoughts and I glanced at him.
• He smiled with all his white teeth on display, his eyes crinkling at the edges. He was fine, but not to my taste, still, I had to hold onto him until I was sure Celine no longer had a chance.
• I had told Grandfather to just cut her off but turns out the board of directors had been totally brainwashed by Celine so Grandfather couldn't just call for her dismissal, I'd had to come up with a sure way to get her to quit on her own which was why I'd told Grandfather to come up with this condition.
• I'd underestimated just how far she was willing to go for the company because the bitch was actually taking the whole thing seriously.
• I had no plan to get married or have a child, but now I had to, all because of Celine. She fucking ruined everything... Ever since we found out about her existence I've had to share everything with her and then my Dad and Mom died because of her slut of a mother.
• She didn't deserve to be called a Herrera and I was going to do everything I could to make sure I destroyed and take everything from her.
• "I think I'll drink a bit more," I said when I noticed that George was still waiting for an answer. "It's been a while since I've been out"
• "You're right. It must be hard for you to go out since you're so gorgeous... You must have men hitting on you all the time"
• I chuckled and raised the glass of wine to my lips. "I have lost count actually, they were all millionaires too... I wonder what I have to do to be noticed by a billionaire" I said then glanced at George who swallowed nervously.
• "Well I am going to seal a big deal soon and once I bag that, you'll have a billionaire who has hit on you," he said and I laughed.
• "Is that so?" I said and he grinned, his full teeth on display and cringing me more than I'd already been. Deciding to switch the topic, I took a sip of wine and then focused on him fully. "But weren't you supposed to meet with Celine today"
• He blanked, then laughed nervously, his eyes darting over my face as he scratched the back of his neck. "Well, you suddenly said you wanted to see me... It would have been sacrilegious of me to keep you waiting. You are Delia Herrera, if you made time for me, I should feel honored"
• I smirked. This was my favorite part of the evening. I wanted to hear just how much better I was than Celine, how prettier I was, and how I'd always end up getting everything no matter how much she worked for it. Besides it was common knowledge that she was the daughter of a mistress, so no matter how much she achieved, that stain would forever follow her... There was also the fact that grandfather had never acknowledged her as a Herrera, so everyone knew she could be thrown out at any time.
• "You made a good choice," I said then leaned closer to whisper into his ear. "I've been told I am a good luck charm that makes people's wishes come through," I said then pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling back.
• He blushed then grabbed his drink and drank it as if he'd been starved for it. His hands even trembled a little. Such a fucking wuss.
• My phone rang and I excused myself to pick it up. George nodded, his flustered expression ruining my mood.
• Belshar and Bella were in a deep conversation and there was no smile on Belshar's face as usual but that just made my heart race faster as I walked past him.
• I answered the call once I got to the restroom.
• "Well, is she going to do it" I asked and Julie chuckled.
• "Of course, she is going to do it. I am pretty convincing when I am on a mission Delia, plus you paid me a lot of money to do this, if I failed that would have been tragic since I already spent half of it" Julie said and I smirked.
• "Good. I want her to make a complete fool of herself... Once she's rejected, she is going to be so devasted that she'll hand over everything to me" I said with a grin as I imagined just how miserable she'd look.
• "I just sent some of her pictures to you from tonight. She looked awful and was crying about how ugly she looked..."
• I smirked, then scrolled through the images she had sent. She was right, Celine looked miserable. "I hope you told her to fucking get surgery"
• "I was going to but she already looked so down, I didn't want her committing suicide"
• "You are too nice. If she dies, everything would be so much easier wouldn't it" I said then frowned when Julie paused. "Spit it out, what's wrong"
• "I am just worried if this whole thing is safe... As you know, Belshar is known for being sadistic and ruthless... What if he has her killed for disrespecting him by offering a marriage contract... He does have ties with the Mafia, and you told me how his wife died"
• I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Hey, Julie, just do what I paid you to okay? I didn't pay you to worry about her. Whatever she gets, that's what she deserves.. if he has her killed, then all the better... Her mother killed my Dad and Mom anyway... As for the death of Belshar's wife, it has already been proven that be had nothing to do with it. He's not a bad person" I said then ended the call. "I am."
• I stepped towards the mirror and stared at my face and my long brown hair that fell over my shoulders in waves.
• "It would have been truly tragic if you weren't so beautiful Delia," I said, bringing out a gloss from my purse and applying it to my lips but then I flung it to the wall when I remembered that Celine's lips were a lot more pink and plump than mine was.
• "Do I fucking have to burn your face again" I groaned, grabbing at my hair. She'd gotten surgery to get rid of the burnt scar and was back to looking like herself but back then when she still had the scar, she'd been truly hideous.
• Celine was not beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either and if she put in the effort, she could become a competition and I couldn't let her do that to me, not after she'd crashed into my life and ruined everything.
• "Yes, Belshar is going to teach you a lesson and you'll be so embarrassed, you'll never show your face again, and then I am going to get him and rub it in your face," I said then grinned, my good mood returning.
• "You are going to win Delia," I told my reflection and nodded. There was no way Celine spirit would not be broken after being rejected and ridiculed, but if by chance that didn't break her, then she'd leave me with no choice but to resort to getting rid of her.
• "Do not push me to that wall Celine... You should just let it go now while I am being nice"