Chapter 249

Cecilia's pov I steadied my breathing and stepped closer, touching the woman's face. Her skin was smooth and warm. Still alive. "Not dead after all, are you, the mogul's wife?" I said, my voice cold as steel. So it was her. The Japanese mogul's wife--Belinda. The one pulling every string. Now exposed, she lowered her head and said nothing. I didn't wait. I tore the fake skin from her face and yanked her hair back, forcing her to look at me. "Well, isn't this neat. Playing ghost by night and socialite by day? You must've thought you were brilliant." I leaned in, eyes locked on hers. "Was it fun?" I whispered. "Terrorizing me in the dark? Playing puppet master with people's lives?" I pressed the blade to her throat, just enough for her to feel it. One more millimeter and she'd bleed. Her face drained of color. "I... I'm with the Moonveil Ascendancy. Kill me, and none of you leave this island alive!" Sebastian didn't flinch. He pressed the knife in just enough to draw blood--a thin, gleam