Episode 33
Bella's POV
I stood in front of the mirror, delicately caressing my face as the memories of yesterday lingered in my mind. "This is what I get for falling in love," I whispered, a mixture of regret and sadness weighing heavily on my heart. Now, I was Emily's slave, bound by her control. But I made up my mind—I would be the best damn slave she'd ever had. A small smile played on my lips, masking the turmoil within.
I couldn't bring myself to see Liam. Not with the bruises still visible on my face. So, I resorted to makeup, skillfully applying concealer and foundation to hide the evidence of my torment. It did a decent job of concealing the marks, allowing me to present a façade of normalcy. Now, I could go and see my precious son.
When I entered Liam's room, I found Michael a
