Christopher
I sit at my desk, head in my hands, every muscle in my body taut as if it’s holding back a dam about to burst.
The weight of everything presses down on my chest until I can barely breathe.
My father’s legacy, the Bell name, our empire—it’s all crumbling beneath my feet. And I’m the one who has to blame for everything.
I slam my fists against the desk, the sharp sound cutting through the suffocating silence of the room.
I can’t lose control now. I won’t be the one who lets the Bell name go down in flames.
The floor creaks angrily behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to see Celeste pacing there, mad. Her usual confidence is missing, replaced by something vicious, almost vindictive.
“Christopher… You can't blame me. I was protecting you.” She starts, her voice tentative
