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And she…reveled in it.
Was it bad for her to feel like that? Maybe. But Noelle had long thrown away that part of her morality concerned with good or bad. In its place, she’d decided to focus only on what wasadvantageousfor her, and then achieve that by whatever means possible.
Yes, she was a blood-thirsty bitch, and she would continue to be one. It was the only way she could be in control. And if there was one thing Noelle never wanted to experience again, it was to be a victim.
She’d promised herself that on the day Camilla had hung up on her and she’d stood up to Sergio for the first time.
She wouldneverdepend on anyone else.
So what if she had a fearsome reputation? She would make sure to continue to cultivate it until no one dared to go against her anymore.
It took them hours to get to the hacienda. At the end of the journey, both were tired and ready to go to bed.
Lucero was the first one to go to the room to wash up and get ready for bed while Noelle still had a few phone calls to make.
As she entered the main living area, the servants scurried out of her way when they saw her stained with blood from head to toe.
Noelle didn’t mind it much as she took a seat on the sofa, dialing up one of her contacts while she requested someone from the kitchen to bring her a snack. As she spoke on the phone, she played around with her gun, swirling it around her finger absentmindedly.
It was just as she completed her first phone call that Sergio happened to walk into the living room.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Noelle raised a brow as she turned her gaze to him
“You wanted their love but all you have is their fear. Theyhateyou. Everyone hates you, Noelle. They are afraid to meet your eyes when you cross their paths because you might suddenly kill them. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“So? Better be feared than loved," she shrugged.
“You…" he clenched his fists in frustration. No doubt, his first instinct was to strike her, but he knew he could not.
"I'll remind you that your days of messing with me are over, Sergio. Over.”
"You're cursed," he spit at her. "Maldita perra.”
“Not more than you,” Noelle simply raised a brow. “And I think you got the wrong person. It’s notmewho kills the staff.”
He sneered at her before he pivoted, leaving the room.
Noelle didn’t even mind him. She’d gotten used to his outbursts—all borne out of his helplessness and the fact that he still carried her a grudge he could not act on. In a way, she pitied him. She’d outsmarted him in such a way that he could not do anything to her without severe repercussions from his own community.
It didn’t matter that the people feared her. It wasbecausethey feared her that they now respected her.
Noelle finished her snack before going to her room to take a shower. Yet she barely managed to remove her clothes when her phone rang again.
“Yes?”
“Someone matching the description you provided will be put on auction tomorrow,” her contact said, going straight to the point.
Noelle froze.
“Are you sure?” She asked slowly, her heart hammering in her chest.
“Positive. I’ve asked for a detailed background, but the seller refused to give one. It’s my understanding that he’s been trying to sell him for a while with no success.”
Noelle swallowed hard against the wave of nausea that threatened to overtake her.
“Text me the details. I’ll be there tomorrow,” she said before hanging up.
