CHAPTER 73
BELLA’S POV
My hands shook as I tightened my grip around the whip’s handle, my fingers cold and unsteady.
It felt wrong in my hands, the leather rough against my palm, my fingers twitching as if my body refused to accept what I was about to do.
"Kaden, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I’m begging you.” Kaden’s stare pinned me in place, his eyes daring me to defy him, to make a mistake.
He turned to the crowd, though his eyes never left mine. "Guards. Hold her down.”
Why was he doing this? Why was he making me the one to hurt her? Of all the people here, why me?
Two guards stepped forward and grabbed Fiona’s arms, forcing her into place. She kicked, twisted, but they held her down without effort. They barely flinched as she squirmed, like an insect trying to break
