Chapter 177: The Last Fight
Bella sat motionless on the edge of the bed, her wrists still bound, her chest rising and falling with slow, careful breaths.
Dante was watching her.
Waiting.
Because he knew.
Knew that this was the last battle.
The final fight.
She could feel it, too.
The war inside her—the one she had fought for years, the one that had driven her to leave, to break, to become something unrecognizable—
It was reaching its breaking point.
Because there was no more running.
No more pretending.
No more denying the inevitable.
She was his.
She had always been his.
And tonight—one of them was going to break.