{Third person's POV}
The Smith Villa was unusually busy, servants were moving all about the mansion, cleaning and arranging things.
Anaya stepped out of the elevator unto the second floor and was shocked to see servants still working. "Why on earth are workers busy at every floor and every corner?" she asked herself as she walked towards Don's office.
She opened the door and walked in without permission. She froze on seeing another lady in the office kissing Don on the cheek. She had light brown hair and was remarkably stunning and sophisticated in Anaya's eyes.
"Ahem!" Anaya cleared her throat intentionally. Both the unknown lady and Don's attention turned to her.
"How dare you enter without knocking. Don't you have any manners?" the brown-haired lady lashed angrily.
Anaya's eyes flickered between the lady and Don in annoyance.
"Don, I came to ask why... " "Hey, I just asked you a question. What audacity do you have to ignore me? Do you even know who I am?" the lady asked again, detaching herself from Don.
Anaya still didn't reply but kept a furious eye on her.
"Is she deaf or something?" "Stop yelling, Camilla" Don scolded, "Why won't I yell? Firstly, she barged in here without knocking, then she ignores me like I'm nothing, and to top it all, she isn't even apologizing. What authority does she have to do all that?" Camilla complained.
Anaya narrowed her eyes at Camilla like a predator to their prey, flashed a look of disgust at Don, then walked out of the office and slammed the door behind her.
She stormed down the hallway in rage. She should have seen it coming. The same guy who claimed to like her had another lady showering filthy kisses on his cheeks.
"Assholes!" she cursed under her breath and climbed up the stairs to her room.
On reaching there, she scurried through the contents of her bedside drawer for the only thing that calmed her down in raging moments like this.
Her pills!
She pulled the container out, took one of the soft gel capsules, put it in her mouth, and swallowed it immediately.
She sat on her bed and clutched the bedsheets in her fist as the memory of this same thing happening in her childhood resurfaced.
No! She reminded herself that this was different and she was getting unnecessarily angry. The entire marriage wasn't real and he had the liberty to be with whoever he wanted to be with. Besides, that was what most of them did, she had already seen that as a child. So why was she angry?
She walked to her window and saw the area where the stables were. "Maybe a short ride with Midnight will clear my head" she suggested to herself and walked out of the room.
On her way to the elevator, a maid stopped her. "Good afternoon Ma'am" she greeted. "Hello. How can I help you?" "Don told me to tell you to meet him in the sitting room. He said he has something important to tell you?" "Sure. Why not?" she replied unamused and continued on her way to the elevator.
She had no intentions of waiting for Don nor hearing what he had to say. Whatever it was, she didn't want to see his face.
She was heading to the door that led her to the other side of the villa when someone called her.
"Hello, Anaya!" she turned and saw Isabella in the sitting room. "Oh hi, Isa! Back so soon" "Oh yeah! My friend called to cancel at the last minute. What about you, why do you look as though you are about to stab someone?"
Anaya rolled her eyes. "It's nothing. Just got pissed off by your brother and his girlfriend" Isabella's eyebrows knitted together.
"Girlfriend?" "Yeah! Rude and arrogant Miss Brownie" "You mean Camilla?" "I think that was her name" Isabella's expression changed into an unamused one.
"Don't flatter her by calling her his girlfriend. She is in the friend zone. They have been friends since they were children, her mum being my mum's best friend, she comes to this house a lot"
"I was going to see Don some minutes ago, and on entering inside, I saw her giving Don a peck," I said and took a seat on an adjacent sofa.
"She is extremely clingy, which is very annoying. As a kid, she always managed to win my family's hearts and attention. Mum saw her as the perfect daughter and was always comparing me to her. To top it all, she always took Don away from me every single time we were together. It was as though she wanted him all for herself" she said grudgingly.
The elevator chimed and they looked towards it. "Speak of the devil and the devil appears" Isabella murmured in contempt as Camilla came out of the elevator and walked towards them.
"Oh hi, Isa. So great to see you again" she said in a sickly sweet voice and sat beside her.
"So what are you here for this time?" Isabella asked coldly, "It has been a while and I've been missing Don so I came to see him" "I assume you've seen him already, so you can now do us a favor and go back to your own house"
"Don't be harsh Isa, surely you aren't still angry at how we were when we were younger, grow up and forget it" "I'm not angry at anything. I just get annoyed each time I see your face, so please leave"
"Well, you can't send your guest off without offering them something to eat first. I'm hungry... You! Go get me something to eat, now!" she ordered Anaya.
Anaya slowly lifted her eyes from her phone to Camilla in annoyance. "Don't talk to her like..." "Sure. Why not?" Anaya answered grudgingly and went to the kitchen.
A devilish smile twitched on Camilla's face.
In no time, Anaya brought food on a tray alongside a glass of juice for Camilla and set it on a stool for her. Camilla accepted it greedily and rudely told Anaya to go.
Anaya obediently sat back and resumed her activities on her phone.
Camilla felt victorious in dominating Anaya like that, but little did she know that she was messing with The Bloody Angel, and she wasn't called that for no reason.
Halfway into her food, she started feeling uncomfortable. She began feeling nauseous and extreme discomfort in her belly. She immediately stood up and ran to the bathroom where she began throwing up in the toilet.
"Camilla?" Isa called in confusion while a mischievous grin spread across Anaya's face.
"She'll be fine. Give her a few more rounds" Anaya said with an unbothered shrug. "Did you put a drug in her food?" Isabella asked almost whispering, "Do .bloodroot herbs count as drugs?"
Camilla came out with a pale and worn-out face, her makeup ruined due to the water she had splashed on her face. Anaya covered her mouth to control an outburst of laughter.
Don immediately appeared out of nowhere. "What's going on here?" he asked while his eyes flickered between all three of us. Anaya rolled her eyes and continued on her phone.
"Umm... You see Don, Camilla was eating and probably eating too fast, then she ran to the bathroom all of a sudden and began throwing up"
"That's a lie, Don. I told that witch there to get me something to eat. I began eating and immediately felt nauseous. So I ran to the toilet and began throwing up. I'm sure she poisoned my food with a drug"
A small chuckle escaped Anaya's lips.
"Why was she the one that brought you food?" Don asked, "Isn't that what she is supposed to do?" Don's eyes immediately turned angry.
"Why aren't you saying anything? She poisoned me and you're quiet, what if I died?" Anaya couldn't help but laugh loudly.
"Don't be silly Brownie. If I wanted to kill you, I would have slit your throat with that knife on your tray. Fast and simple. This was just to teach you a lesson so you watch your manners next time"
Camilla lost it. "You disrespectful low-life. How dare you talk to me in that tone. Just wait and watch what I do to you" She headed towards Anaya with angry strides, but Don held her hand and pulled her back.
"Touch her and you can count yourself as dead," Don said in a spine-chilling voice.
"D-Don? What are you saying? She just poisoned my food" "It serves you right seeing how much you've disrespected her so far"
"But she is a low-life. She should be respecting me. I'm Camilla Kinsley, daughter of... " "Zara Kinsley, New York's biggest fashion icon. No wonder you look so familiar" Anaya mused with a grin.
"So you know who I am and yet you have the effrontery to pull off this kind of stunt" "Stop referring to yourself as though you are someone important" Anaya went closer to her.
"You are just a simple girl under the light of your mother's success and nothing more than that. Without her, no one knows you or what you look like. You are a nobody!"
Camilla raised her hand to slap her but she caught it in time and held her wrist tightly in her grip whilst looking straight into her eyes.
Camilla struggled to free her hand from Anaya's tight grip, but she wasn't budging.
"Earlier on, you were asking me who I was to enter Don's office like that. Well let me introduce myself" She threw Camilla's hand.
"Anaya Smith. The Bloody Angel, and Don's wife" Her eyes went wide.
"W-Wife?" she repeated in shock, "You're bluffing" Anaya scoffed and lifted her left hand.
"Does this look like a bluff?" she said while pointing to the ring on her finger.
Camilla's eyes immediately began welling up in tears. "No. No!" she yelled as the tears began dropping.
"You can't be married, Don. That's not possible" she added but Don still held his icy glare.
Anaya smirked. She held Don's hand and placed her head on his shoulder.
"Why it is possible. We got married last week" "Shut up! I wasn't talking to you" she lashed out amidst tears.
"Why are you crying Brownie? You're supposed to be happy for us. I didn't know tears were a way to congratulate someone" Anaya continued with an amused grin.
Camilla fell short of words. With angry tears, she picked up her bag and stormed out of the house.
Once she was gone, Anaya released Don's hand and wore her vexed face back as she turned to Don.
"Don't ever let me meet any of these toxic girlfriends of yours if you don't want them to end up like that one" she said and continued on her way to the back door.
"My mum is coming back this evening and I want you to meet her" Don's words stopped her.
"We'll all be having dinner together, so get prepared" he concluded.
'You allow another woman to kiss you while you're now married and now you want me to meet your mother. The audacity this guy has'
"Mum is coming back?" Isabella repeated in disbelief.
She continued walking. She wasn't in the mood to hear any other thing that was going to be said.