Bianca saw Isla stay still, wide-eyed, and felt irritation flare at the hesitation.
"Play nice, and I'll let you see how your grandmother's doing. Otherwise... I don't mind if her other wrist gets a matching cut." The threat came low, almost gleeful.
Bianca shot Isla's furious expression a triumphant glance once she'd finished.
The angrier she gets, the more satisfying this feels.
Isla's fists clenched, forcing down the fury building in her chest.
With the butler busy entertaining Richard and Regina downstairs, Isla had no choice but to let Bianca steer her up to the second-floor closet, threat still hanging in the air.
"Isla, if it weren't for me, you'd never have had the chance to live somewhere like this this whole fancy-heiress lifestyle." Bianca's tone dripped with self-importan
