Daddy’s wild girl

Chapter 30

Bella’s POV

Everything came back in pieces.

First, the cold.

It hit me all at once—sharp, shocking, soaking through my clothes and straight into my skin. I gasped, my body jerking violently as icy water poured over me.

My chest heaved as I sucked in air, coughing, disoriented.

“What—what—” my voice came out stuttering

Then—

Laughter.

Soft at first.

Then sharper.

Cruel.

“Looks like our princess is finally awake.”

My body froze.

That voice.

Even through the ringing in my ears, even through the panic—

I knew it.

I forced myself to stop thrashing, to breathe, to listen.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice unsteady despite my effort to sound calm.

A scoff answered me.

“Oh please,” she said. “Don’t tell me you forgot already.”

My stomach dropped.

“Well, it’s me. Amelia.” Her tone turned mocking, dripping with satisfaction. “The very queen you slapped.”

My throat went dry.

Amelia.

Of course.

Of course it was her.

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to work. “What do you want from me?”

There was a pause.

Then footsteps.

Slow.

Deliberate.

I could feel her circling me, like I was something she was inspecting.

“Oh, I want nothing more than to torture you,” she said lightly, like she was talking about something as simple as choosing an outfit.

My fingers curled instinctively against the ropes.

“No—” I started, but my voice trembled.

“Relax,” Amelia added with a soft laugh. “We’re just getting started.”

I heard movement.

Another set of footsteps.

Closer.

Something shifted in the air—metal maybe, or heat—I couldn’t tell.

Then—

Pain.

Sharp.

Burning.

Exploding across my lap.

A scream tore out of me before I could stop it.

“Ahh—!”

My body jerked violently against the chair, every muscle tightening as the heat pressed into my skin.

It felt like fire.

Like my skin was being ripped apart from the inside.

“Please—please stop!” I cried, my voice breaking, panic completely taking over now.

The pressure lifted.

But the pain didn’t.

It lingered, throbbing, pulsing, unbearable.

I gasped for air, tears slipping beneath the blindfold, my entire body shaking uncontrollably.

“Aw,” Amelia cooed mockingly. “That was just a little touch.”

I could hear them.

Laughing.

Enjoying it.

My chest tightened, fear gripping me so hard I could barely think.

“Why are you doing this?” I choked out. “I didn’t do anything to you—”

“You embarrassed me,” Amelia snapped suddenly, her tone turning sharp. “In front of everyone.”

The shift in her voice made me flinch.

“You slapped me,” she continued, stepping closer. I could feel her presence right in front of me now. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t.

“Girls like you don’t get to touch people like me and walk away,” she said coldly.

My hands trembled against the ropes.

“I—I didn’t mean—” I tried, my voice barely holding together.

“Save it,” she cut me off. “You’re going to remember this night for the rest of your life.”

My heart pounded louder.

Faster.

Something was wrong.

This wasn’t just revenge.

This felt… worse.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to think despite the fear clouding everything.

“Molly…” I whispered, more to myself than to them.

“Aw, looking for your friend?” Amelia said mockingly. “Don’t worry. She’s busy having fun.”

My chest tightened painfully.

“No…” I shook my head slightly. “You’re lying—”

“Am I?” she laughed softly.

I didn’t respond.

I couldn’t tell anymore.

Everything felt out of control.

Every second stretched longer than it should.

Every sound felt sharper.

Every breath harder to take.

And for the first time since all of this started—

Real fear settled deep in my chest.

Because I didn’t know how far Amelia was willing to go.

And something told me…

She wasn’t done yet.

“What you’re doing isn’t right, Amelia,” I said, my voice shaking despite how hard I tried to steady it. “You can’t just—”

The slap came out of nowhere.

Sharp.

Loud.

My head snapped to the side, pain blooming across my cheek as the impact echoed in my ears. For a second, everything went still.

“How dare you tell me what’s right or not?” Amelia barked.

My breath hitched, chest rising and falling unevenly as I tried to process what was happening.

“First, you humiliated my boyfriend,” she continued, her voice rising with every word, “then you humiliated me—and you think I’m just going to let it go?”

Boyfriend.

The word hit differently now.

My mind flashed back to the party—to Britany’s arms around Ethan, the way she kissed him like she owned him, the way he didn’t even stop her.

Something inside me snapped.

So that was him.

Of course it was.

A bitter, almost disbelieving laugh built in my chest.

Gosh… I hate that motherfucker.

Reyes had warned him. Put him in his place.

And this?

This was his response?

Sending his girlfriend after me?

My jaw tightened, anger pushing past the fear before I could stop it.

“That motherfucker isn’t even loyal to you.”

The words left my mouth before I could take them back.

But the moment they did—

I knew I didn’t regret it.

Not even a little.

For a second, the room went quiet.

Then Amelia scoffed, low and dangerous.

Before I could react, her hand was in my hair.

She yanked hard.

Pain shot through my scalp as my head jerked back, forcing a gasp out of me.

“Watch your mouth,” she hissed.

Then, just as suddenly, she tore the blindfold off.

Light flooded my vision.

Too bright.

Too fast.

I blinked rapidly, my eyes watering as everything came into focus.

The room was dim but not dark—some kind of abandoned space, maybe a storage room or something similar. Dust clung to the corners, and the air felt stale.

Amelia stood in front of me, her expression twisted with anger.

Behind her—

Lila.

Sophia.

And a few guys I didn’t recognize.

Watching.

All of them.

Like this was some kind of show.

My stomach churned.

But one person was missing.

Ethan.

Of course.

My eyes flicked back to Amelia just as she stepped closer, her grip still tight in my hair.

“What did you just say?” she asked, her voice low, dangerous, her eyes burning with rage.

I swallowed.

But I didn’t look away.

Not this time.

“I said,” I repeated, slower now, even though my heart was pounding like it might break out of my chest, “he’s not loyal to you.”

The air shifted instantly.

Tension snapped tight.

Amelia’s expression darkened, something almost unhinged flashing across her face.

For a second, I thought she might hit me again.

But instead, she leaned in closer, her grip tightening painfully.

“You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?” she whispered.

I could feel every pair of eyes in the room on me.

Waiting.

Watching.

Judging.

But something in me refused to back down.

Not now.

Not after everything.

Even tied to a chair.

Even scared.

I lifted my chin slightly.

“If you’re doing all this for him,” I said, my voice quieter but sharper, “then you’re the only fool in this room.”

A ripple went through the group behind her.

A mix of reactions—surprise, tension, maybe even amusement.

But Amelia—

Amelia looked like she was about to lose control.

And for the first time since I woke up tied to that chair—

I realized something important.

She wasn’t just angry.

She was insecure.

And I had just hit the exact place that hurt the most.