Ariella’s POV
I watched the scene unfold with barely concealed amusement.
Honestly, if I smiled any harder, someone might accuse me of being the true villain here.
Which I am. Of course. But no one needs to know that yet.
The former mother was in the middle of the room, her robe gathered in both fists, barking orders so loudly I was surprised the windows had not shattered.
She kept spinning in circles in the middle of the blood-soaked floor, skirts dragging through the mess, eyes wide with pure panic.
“Guards! Guards, get in here right now!” she screamed, voice cracking. “Clean this up! Somebody clean this up before more people see it! Why aren’t you all moving fast enough?!”
She waved her hands wildly like she could magically make the bodies disappear.
Two guards hesitated at the
