The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 220

Clara's fingers trembled as she realized she couldn't keep up the charade any longer.

She shot a desperate look at Bella Kane, who glowered down at her from the top of the marble staircase like a queen about to sentence a dead prisoner.

"Miss Kane!" Clara pleaded, voice shaking.

"Y-you have to believe me... I swear, it's not what it looks like. This necklace isn't mine. It's Sophia's-my niece -Charles gave it to her, and I just borrowed it for tonight. That's all!"

Bella's gaze narrowed, eyes cold as steel.

"Sophia Lancaster, you said?" she hissed through gritted teeth.

"Is that the woman who waltzed in here with Charles? The one shameless enough to show off in front of me?"

Clara nodded vigorously, sweat staining the collar of her dress. "Yes, that's her. She and Charles... they came together, and I only tagged along."

"I... I confess I was envious of the necklace, so I took it for myself tonight. But this whole mess—it isn't my doing, Miss Kane. Honest to God. Please... just spare me."

Bella's lips curled back in a sneer.

"That conniving bitch," she spat. "I knew she was scheming. She seduced my fiancé, and now she dares show her face at my banquet? She must be begging for a showdown."

Clara shifted on her feet, every muscle in her body clenching.

She hated how the pounding in her skull wouldn't stop, how the sting on her cheek was a constant reminder of Bella's temper.

"Miss Kane," she begged, "Could you could you let me go now?"

Bella's voice dropped lower, each syllable like a blade cutting through the tension.

"That depends. Tell me exactly how I can get back at Sophia. Because if I don't show that sly fox her place, I'm not Bella Kane. And if you don't help me, you'll be the one drowning in regret."

Clara swallowed her fear, her throat raw. She conjured up a plan with trembling audacity.

"I-I have an idea," Clara said, voice shaking. "What if you give me your bracelet?”

Bella's hand shot out, slapping her hard across the face. "You filthy snake. Asking for my bracelet?"

winced, cheek burning,

Sophia's handbag. Make it look like

dark eyes lit with dangerous

wrist and tossed it into Clara's hands.

fought the bile in her throat, forcing a simpering smile. "Thank you, Miss Kane. I

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back, all sharp edges. "See that you

the swanky banquet hall, Sophia Lancaster stood next to Charles, exchanging

crystal chandeliers and murmured conversation was

stumbling in, panting and with

at the sight. "Clara, what happened? Your face

answered awkwardly, hurrying

laugh and eyed

I borrow your

"Didn't you bring

use yours. I need to

her bag-but Clara

grab it myself," Clara said with a

stiffened, clearly annoyed, but chose to let

back at her, mascara in hand. "Thanks, dear," she said sweetly, as if

practically sprinted off to the restrooms, nodding

made a theatrical entrance from the

her court, she raised her hand, and the chatter died down

Bella said loudly, her lips

have an important announcement. This evening was supposed to

but something dreadful

through

dramatic hand to her

priceless in sentiment and worth a

grateful

murmur spread across the banquet

to see if

no one did, Bella's eyes flashed with feigned sorrow

truly hope someone has just picked it up by mistake,"