Chapter 92

Vincenzo POV

"You want some tea?" I asked, looking at her, but she just shook her head.

"Bella, you've not had anything since yesterday... Come on..." I coaxed, trying to be patient. She'd been in a haze, her mind clearly elsewhere, and I hated seeing her like this.

"I can't. I can't eat, neither would I even take a drink," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, the words laced with frustration. "I still see her smirk. It feels like he's watching me... I fell into a trap!" LittleMouse's hands trembled slightly as she spoke, and I pulled her into my arms without thinking.

I knew exactly how this felt—the way she was blaming herself. The way she couldn't let go of the fear, the confusion. It wasn't her fault. She had been manipulated, played by someone I should've taken care of the moment I knew they existed