Chapter 133

Bella POV

“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 behin