Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 154

“Camila Davis, what the hell are you doing?!”

Barbara Jones hadn’t seen it coming. One minute she was standing at the doorway, the next, Camila had yanked her inside and slammed the door. Barbara shrieked in outrage.

Without missing a beat, Camila tossed her straight to the floor.

Barbara landed hard, pain shooting up her side. For a second, all the fight drained out of her.

Camila didn’t waste time. She snatched a roll of duct tape from the hands of a stunned maid and, with a flash of anger, started wrapping it around Barbara’s mouth—again and again.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!”

Barbara tried to scream, to curse, but it was too late. Her mouth was sealed tight.

And that wasn’t enough. Camila turned and, with the same force, taped up Barbara’s wrists and ankles, binding her so tightly she’d feel that sting for days.

Let’s see how she likes the pain, Camila thought. See how she likes being helpless for once.

Sarah Brown stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching with a satisfied smirk.

Honestly, it was about time someone gave this old bat a taste of her own medicine.

“Camila, what are you doing in there? Open this door, right now!” Jordan Smith was pounding on the other side, voice getting sharper by the second.

Camila ignored him.

Once she had Barbara completely restrained, she grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, her eyes burning.

“Barbara Jones, all those years you bullied me, I put up with it because you were my mother-in-law, because you were family. But don’t think I’m some doormat you can walk over! I don’t care about Jordan Smith anymore, and if you ever lay a finger on Lillian again, you’ll regret it. I swear.”

With that, she let go, letting Barbara slump painfully to the floor.

Barbara was fuming, her face twisted in rage and humiliation. She couldn’t believe this—she, Mrs. Smith, the matriarch who was used to being treated like royalty, now lying on the hard floor of her own home, taped up and powerless.

She glared up at Camila, hatred burning in her eyes.

“Not so tough now, huh?” Sarah called out, still holding Lillian close, shielding her from the worst of the scene.

And when Barbara started making muffled noises again, Sarah just grinned, pulling out her phone and aiming it at her.

“What do you think, Barbara? If I post this video online—show everyone your real face, tell them how you locked your own granddaughter in the basement and treated Camila like crap—how’s that going to look for you, Mrs. Smith?”

Barbara froze, eyes wide with panic, the threat hitting home. Her reputation, her precious social standing—gone in a heartbeat if that video ever saw the light of day.

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