Chapter 19

Between the pain on her arm, the cut on her cheek and the shocking photos in her lap, Bellatrix didn't know which one to quite focus on. She sat still, staring down at the picture. Her mind was in chaos, trying to process everything, and her heart was in her throat. "I didn't...those photos are–" She began, her voice a low mutter, a mixture of confusion and surprise. "Didn't what?" Cillian interrupted, his tone clipped. "Surprised aren't you? Never thought I'd find out?” "No," She was quick to answer, turning her attention towards him. "That's not it at all. These photos...this is a misunderstanding Cillian. Nothing happening here, Damien was simply offering to help me with the Luméva contract. That's all." Cillian was quiet, his expression cold. He didn't respond, and his silence sent a chill down her spine, but his next words were like needles to her heart. "He helped you with a contract that big, there obviously has to be a price. Tell me, did you also sell your body to him this tim