Chapter 133

Bella “Get me out of here.” The words scraped out of my throat, but no one answered. Of course no one would. They’ve locked me up again—boxed me in like I was something filthy. They might as well kill me. It would be kinder. Pascal. That useless coward. The moment Osborne walked in, Pascal couldn’t even keep eye contact, couldn’t breathe properly. And Osborne… he wasn’t the man I used to know. He wasn’t even close. He looked like someone reborn—stronger, colder, carved into something that made my entire body freeze. And he called me a fool. A fool. I’ve been called a monster, a witch, cruel, wicked… but no one ever dared call me that. I pulled myself onto the bed, my legs useless behind me. How did it come to this? Me, who used to have everything. Admiration. Beauty. Power. Influence. People tripping over themselves to please me. Now I was nothing but a prisoner. Maybe this is karma. Maybe all the girls I destroyed, all the people I humiliated, all the hearts I crushed… maybe this is w