Chapter 86
Isabelle
The revelation of the bottle was like a death sentence, a finality that brought the world crashing down around me. The guards presented their “evidence” with a solemn, yet unwavering determination, as though they were delivering the news of my execution.
Arya's self-satisfied smirk sent a wave of nausea washing over me, her satisfaction a poison more potent than any substance in the bottle. I could feel the weight of the accusations bearing down on me, suffocating me like quicksand, robbing me of breath and hope.
“No, no no, this can't be possible..” I began to stammer as I shook my hands in the air, trying to claim my innocence.
“I would never..” I cried out.
But it was of no use, no one would believe me. A slave remained a slave.
“How dare you?” Alpha Ivan's
