ANNABEL’S POV
The cold, unyielding walls of the cell surrounded me as Lombard continued his relentless assault on my character. The strokes on my back, a cruel mockery of comfort, only intensified my resolve to prove my innocence.
"I didn't hurt Alpha Thomas. I would never do such a thing," I protested, desperation creeping into my voice.
Lombard, however, remained unfazed. With a sinister smile, he produced a handful of pictures, snapshots of moments that seemed to tell a twisted narrative. He tossed them at me, each one landing with accusing weight.
"What's this, Annabel? A plan unfolding from the very beginning?" he sneered.
I picked up one of the pictures, my heart sinking as I saw images of meetings, interactions, and even innocent conversations that had been maliciously woven in
