Seraphina sat in her plush velvet chair, her eyes narrowed in disgust as she stared at the gilded frame hanging on the wall. It was a picture of her and her ex-husband, taken on their wedding day. She sneered, unable to suppress the contempt she felt for him.
"How I despise that man," she muttered, her voice dripping with venom. "But soon, my dear, soon I will have my hands on your precious inheritance money. And then, I will be free of you once and for all."
Her thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ring of her telephone. She snatched it up, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Yes?" she purred, her voice low and sultry.
"We've done it, boss," came the reply, the voice of her loyal henchwoman, Sylvia. "We've got Isabella."
Seraphina's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Excellent. Bring her to me at once."
She hung up the phone, her heart racing with excitement. It was finally time to put her plan into action.
* * *
Isabella was thrown into the mansion unceremoniously, her blindfold still securely in place. She struggled against the grip of the henchwomen, her heart pounding with fear.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little princess herself," came a voice, cold and calculating. Seraphina.
The blindfold was ripped from Isabella's eyes, and she blinked, momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness. When her vision cleared, she took in her surroundings, her heart sinking with despair. She was in a lavish mansion, hidden deep within the woods. And she was at the mercy of her evil stepmother.
"You!" she spat, her voice filled with loathing. "What do you want from me?"
Seraphina chuckled, her voice dripping with amusement. "Isabella, my dear, I want your inheritance money. And I'm willing to go to great lengths to get it."
Isabella's eyes narrowed. "I'll never give it to you. You're not getting a single penny."
Seraphina shrugged, her smile never faltering. "Then I'm afraid I have no use for you. Sylvia, take her away."
Isabella was dragged away, her protests falling on deaf ears. She was left alone in a guest room, her mind racing as she tried to find a way to escape. But the room was heavily guarded, and she knew she was no match for Seraphina's henchwomen.
* * *
Seraphina entered the room, her hips swaying provocatively as she approached Isabella. She smirked, her eyes raking over the younger woman's body.
"I must say, Isabella, I'm impressed by your spirit," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But it won't do you any good. You're at my mercy now."
Isabella glared at her, her eyes blazing with defiance. "I'm not afraid of you."
Seraphina laughed, her voice low and seductive. "You should be. I can make your life a living hell, my dear. Or, I can make it a living paradise. The choice is yours."
Isabella's heart pounded in her chest as Seraphina moved closer, her eyes filled with desire. She tried to fight back, but Seraphina was too strong. She overpowered Isabella, her lips crashing down on hers in a brutal kiss.
Isabella struggled, her hands pushing against Seraphina's chest. But it was no use. Seraphina was too strong, and Isabella was no match for her.
The chapter ended with Seraphina smothering Isabella with a pillow, leaving the reader wondering if Isabella would survive the night.
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