BLACK DRAGON'S REVENGE: FROM SERVANT TO NIGHTMARE

CHAPTER SIX

The black sedan tore through the quiet streets. Camilla’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel, her mind consumed by rage.

Jessica Montague.

The woman who had stolen the Lander project from her after months of work — simply because she was prettier. And now she had the audacity to steal Dylan as well.

She would regret crossing Camilla Ashcroft.

Twenty minutes later, the car screeched to a halt outside a luxurious apartment building. Camilla stepped out into the night wind and marched inside, heels striking the marble floor like gunshots. The elevator ride to the penthouse felt eternal.

Ding.

She walked straight to the dark wooden door at the end of the hallway.

“It’s open,” a voice called from inside before she could knock. “No need.”

Camilla sneered and pushed the door open. The apartment was lavish, bathed in dim golden light. In the center of the living room stood Jessica Montague, arms crossed, wearing a cold, mocking smile.

“Well, well,” Jessica drawled. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

“You wretched bitch,” Camilla hissed. “How dare you get involved with Dylan? Where is he?”

Jessica chuckled softly and stepped closer, her heels clicking. “Oh, Camilla… you really are predictable. The mighty Ashcroft heiress, toyed with by a man.”

“Break up with him,” Camilla demanded, voice icy. “I’ll forget about the Lander project. Otherwise—”

“Otherwise what?” Jessica burst into laughter. “You actually think you still have that kind of power?” She looked Camilla up and down with open contempt. “You’ve always been cheap. Replaceable. Disposable.”

Camilla’s fists tightened.

“You love controlling people, don’t you?” Jessica continued mercilessly. “But here’s the funny part — you were the one being controlled all along. Dylan never loved you. He only wanted your family’s influence. You were useful to him, nothing more.” She smirked. “And now look at you. Married to a servant. Soon that little husband of yours will control you — just like Dylan did.”

Jessica leaned in, voice dripping with venom. “That’s why you lost the Lander project to me. And soon, I’ll take everything else. That’s your repayment for all the humiliation you caused me.” She shook her head. “You really are a joke. A joke that belongs with trash like Dante Morrell.”

Something inside Camilla snapped.

“How dare you!”

Her vision turned red. She grabbed the heavy glass ashtray from the side table and hurled it.

CRACK!

The ashtray struck Jessica’s temple. Her eyes widened in shock. The wine glass slipped from her fingers and shattered as she collapsed to the marble floor. Blood began pooling beneath her head.

Camilla froze. The room fell deathly silent. She moved closer on trembling legs and crouched down, checking for a pulse.

Nothing.

Her heart hammered violently. She hadn’t meant to kill her — only to scare her. To make her back off.

Camilla pulled out her phone with shaking fingers.

“Brother…” her voice cracked when the call connected. “Help me. I think I killed someone.”

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Minutes later, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. The door burst open. Bryce Ashcroft and their father, Hendrix Ashcroft, rushed inside.

Both men stopped at the sight of Jessica’s body. Bryce crouched down and checked her pulse, then rose slowly, face grim. “She’s dead.”

Camilla’s legs nearly gave out. Hendrix guided her to the sofa and placed a firm hand on her shoulder. “Calm down. It’s only Jessica Montague. A nobody. We’ll clean this up. Nothing will touch you.”

“But—” Camilla began.

“Actually,” Bryce interrupted, rubbing his chin as he stared at the corpse, “this might work in our favor.”

Hendrix’s lips curved. “You’re thinking what I’m thinking?”

Bryce nodded. “Why not let someone else take the blame?” He looked at Camilla. “That useless husband of yours. Dante Morrell.”

Hendrix chuckled. “A jealous husband killing his wife’s rival? Perfect. No one would question it.”

Camilla hesitated. “Is there really no other way? His mother just died. If we do this to him now…”

Bryce scoffed. “Don’t go soft again. That’s why Dylan escaped you. That’s why you lost the Lander project. Weakness invites people to walk all over you.”

Camilla’s pride flared. Her expression hardened. “You’re right.” She lifted her chin. “Let him take the blame.”

Hendrix smiled. “Good. He won’t have a choice anyway.”

Camilla’s eyes darkened. “He has a younger sister. Elena. A freshman at Imperial University — top of her year.”

Bryce’s smile turned sinister. “Even better.”

Camilla took out her phone, her fingers now steady. She dialed the head steward.

“Yes, Miss Camilla?”

“Tell Dante this: If he wants the divorce he’s been begging for, he must come to the address I just sent you. Within thirty minutes.” Her voice turned ice-cold. “If he’s late… he’ll regret it for the rest of his life.”