Seventy Seven

DELIA HERRERA POV

The El Salvador club was bustling with rich influential and good-looking people and as I took in the faces of the men walking around, I couldn't help but feel like I'd been missing out a lot.

"Damn, it's been a while since I'd been here" I muttered to myself. This had been my most favorite place to spend my nights before I married Enoch. I'd been caged up for too long. When was the last time I even unwinded?

Shaking my head, I looked around for Liam while covertly taking in the admiring gazes of the men around me. They were staring blatantly at me, their desire for me clear and I couldn't help but smirk.

"I guess I still got it" I muttered and flipped my hair.

Belshar could only hate me for so long before he fell for my beauty. If I pretend long enough to have changed, he will warm up to me and when Celine dies at the end, I'll be his only shoulder to cry on.

The bartender whistled as I stopped in front of him.

"Delia Herrera, what a pleasure to have you here wi