Bella's POV
Gavin spat with venom, disgust twisting his features.
I watched his gaze lock onto the expensive gold pendant hanging from Genevieve's neck. Greed flickered across his eyes.
I'd overheard Ivy mentioning it before—this pendant was Genevieve's dowry piece, worth more than most people saw in a lifetime.
Gavin couldn't restrain himself. His calloused hands shot forward, clawing at her throat.
The pendant lay buried beneath layers of Genevieve's elaborate neckline. No matter how frantically Gavin tugged, it wouldn't budge.
Cursing under his breath, he suddenly yanked with brutal force.
Fabric ripped apart with a harsh tearing sound. Her collar split wide, exposing pale skin underneath.
Behind the bushes where I crouched with Penny, she clamped both hands over her mouth to stifle a gasp.
A noblewoman's honor meant everything.
Genevieve's torn clothing would destroy her standing if anyone witnessed this scene.
