< Chapter 3 Menu " Relax , miss . I'll handle everything . We just need to make sure Arabella leaves early that day , then have household staff testify against her . She'll be finished . " The pack erupted " Holy shit ! " someone gasped . " This whole drama was orchestrated by the Campbell heiress herself ?" " How terrible . She'd go this far just to steal someone's mate ? " Pack members whispered furiously . Emmett's pupils contracted violently as he stared at my composed face . I seemed changed , detached from it all . He couldn't scent any emotion from me . Ophelia turned deathly pale . This screen was supposed to showcase her ballet highlights , not broadcast her scheming ! " No ! This is fake ! " she shrieked hysterically , seizing the narrative . " Arabella , why frame me like this ? Even as you leave , you must destroy me ? " My laugh was arctic . " Even if I framed you , wouldn't your beloved supporters still take your side ? If you confessed to murder , they'd still defend you . " Ophelia's eyes darted nervously . How had this been found out ? True to form , Emmett immediately jumped to her defense . " Don't slander Ophelia ! She's too kind for such schemes . This is your doing , isn't it , Arabella ? *