Chapter 38: CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN: ARTEMIS MUST LEAVE.

\-BELLA-

It was quite thrilling to see Artemis in such a turmoil. She had always thought so highly and mightily of herself, but she always remembered what her past was like with Jamie around. I had to keep it that way, make sure she breaks into tiny bits, and crush her into powder. 

Jamie, on the other hand, was too busy holding back his love for Artemis that he didn’t seem to think me worthy of it. I could swear he fell for me the first time, but whenever he sets his eyes on Artemis, it’s like my charms ended up fading. 

If I wanted this plot to work out, I had to make each and every minute count. 

“So how was your commercial, darling?” Mrs. Mercedes’s voice creeped into my ears, drawing me out of my well-labeled plan details.

“Artemis walked in on it. Would have left me furious if Jamie hadn’t shown up. Tch” 

She held up a smile as she watched me sip the hot glass of coffee like a little child. I hated when she sent me that look.

“You and Artemis are sisters, Bella. You should know not to pick a fight with your very own sister,” she warned. 

“Sister? I and Artemis are more than sisters, Mrs. Mercedes.” I spoke up. 

“It’s Mom, and I don’t think you understand the concept of being sisters with Artemis. She’s been through a lot, and you’re barely helping matters here.” She grunted, readjusting into the cushioned chair. 

“No matter what you and Dad say, I will never accept Artemis as my sister. You saw what she did, spying on my phone in order to sabotage me and send me out of the house.”

“Shut it, Bella.” Her voice grew deeper all of a sudden. 

She rose from the chair, facing me one-on-one like she was ready to battle with her brawls. She pointed her index finger at me, pushing my forehead back with it. 

“The phone you said Artemis took. I saw you when you placed it on the table and tiptoed away like you were never there. She never took it along with that male porn Magazine.” 

I said not a word, watching her spite me like a kid who had disgraced the family. 

“I saw bundles of male magazines underneath your bed when I was searching for my earplugs.”

“She could have placed it there when I wasn’t home.”

“Artemis hates men. She wouldn’t bother buying even a single one of those nonsense copies to keep. She’s a good egg, unlike you.” She snapped. 

I stared at her, amazed by her discovery. To think she had known all this time that I was the perpetrator and played along with it. She must really be something. 

“I’m watching you closely, Bella. My eyes see everything you do. Even the one you’re planning on carrying out with Jamie.”

I heard her footsteps fade at the stairs. My stomach churning at the amount of knowledge she had secretly stored for an audience like this. 

It was evident with this that they were looking out for Artemis always, and I was just a pawn to be sacrificed for her. I couldn’t become that for her, not that bitch who acts all high and mighty. 

I paced around the living room, thinking of the most potent way to silence Artemis and make all her words fall on deaf ears. My sabotages had gone wrong; I had to find another way to shove her off without letting anyone get a glimpse of the main idea. 

Poison

If I killed her, it could be traced to me. She wasn’t a lady of many friends, so it would show in the results that it was planned, and the halfwits would fess up after three rounds of torture at most. 

She felt like a pain in my ass, the urge to get rid of her growing with every passing day. She was the only hindrance I had back then with Jarvis, and here she was going at it with the inheritance I had left my career for. It was only feasible to watch her leave. 

I stormed towards my bedroom, knocking down all the vases as I walked past them. The sound of the maids screaming as the metals clashed gave me much more joy than anticipated… I should tell Mrs. Mercedes that I was pissed. 

After several scrolls, I finally found his name on my device, “The drug lord.” I clicked it in haste, pacing around the room as I heard the phone ring at intervals. 

“Hello, Bimbo…” The playful voice on the line brought me to a halt. I clutched the phone, positioning the speaker to my ear.

A smile danced on my lips.”Hey, Kingsley.”

“Saw your commercial; go for it, girl.” He teased. I would have wiped some sense into him, but he had an army of cartels behind him… a risky game indeed.

“Thanks for the compliment, but I didn’t call to check up on you.” 

“I know you care only about you and yourself, so speak up; I have goods to deliver to the factory.” His voice stern. I grabbed my cell phone, whispering the words as I checked for traces of a maiden around. 

“Will be there by 8.” I held up a grin, dancing to the victory I had attained. I rushed to the shower, getting prepared to meet Kingsley’s men, who would deliver the package to the designated location. 

The blaring sound of honks and the bleak sound of the tires rolling over the road reminded me of my former place in the society. The life of a struggling lady who couldn’t get anything done correctly after a massive breakup with her lover.

“Lady Bella.” A voice crawled out from behind me, a knife positioned barely on my neck. 

“Yes, I’m Lady Bella.”

“What’s the passcode?” The knife moved closer to my neck, penetrating a bit. I hadn’t been given a passcode by Victor, but I couldn’t tell them that. 

“Passcode?” 

The sharp edge of the knife finding its way to my neck. His stern voice crawling through my ears. “What’s the passcode?”