C70 Chapter Seventy

It was overwhelming.

She could barely hold the phone. Hell, it was even hard to find enough strength to stand up. Even at her weakest, she wished she had enough strength to land a slap on Nikolai's cheek to save a teeny-tiny bit of self-worth.

And yet, she couldn't. Belle stood frozen, still hoping Nikolai could come up with some shit of an excuse that would explain everything