Chapter 110
Chapter 110:
“Alright, you take it easy,” Donna said, her voice laced with sympathy. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to tell us.” What was supposed to be a relaxing getaway for the family had turned into a nightmare. No one could have predicted it would all unravel like this.
It was a real head-scratcher.
Thankfully, no lasting damage was done—if it had been, Bella’s dignity and reputation would have been in tatters.
How could she ever face anyone again?
The mere thought of it sent a chill down her spine.
Donna, still uneasy, resolved that she needed to talk to Callum about beefing up security at the resort.
“Alright,” Bella said quietly, her voice soft with compliance.
Once everyone left, Bella secured the door from the inside before heading straight to the bathroom.
She needed to calm her nerves and cool down, feeling like she was burning from the inside out.
Bella turned on the cold water and stepped in, letting the icy spray hit her skin.
Half an hour passed before the heat finally began to subside.
But the aftermath wasn’t as harmless as she’d hoped. The cold shower triggered a high fever when she returned home, spiking to 104°F, likely a result of the shock to her system.
Her illness became more serious than she had expected, and the drug she had taken by mistake only seemed to make things worse. It took her nearly a week to fully recover.
During that time, Bella’s resentment toward Yelena festered. She convinced herself that Yelena had orchestrated the whole thing. After all, if Yelena hadn’t switched the drinks, she wouldn’t have ended up in that awful situation.
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The grudge simmered inside her, and Bella swore she’d get even when the chance presented itself.
Donna, anxious that Bella might not be well enough to attend the soiree that weekend, breathed a sigh of relief when Bella bounced back to her usual self just in time.
On Saturday, the gathering went ahead as scheduled.
The Harris women dressed to impress, heading to the five-star hotel in Eighfast where the event was hosted by the influential Mitchell family.
The guest list was a who’s who of the social elite, all of whom attended out of respect for the Mitchells, a long-established family with deep roots and substantial power in Eighfast.
For these women, the soiree wasn’t just a casual gathering—it was another stage in the never-ending social game.
These socialites thrived on organizing events to cement connections, weaving their networks tighter with every handshake and shared glass of wine.
As the guests arrived, familiar faces greeted each other, forming tight-knit circles, their voices blending into a hum of chatter.
The air was thick with the latest gossip—whispers about whose husband had been spotted with another woman, who had just splurged on a new limited-edition handbag or an extravagant piece of jewelry, and the latest buzz about which high-end brand was launching its newest collection.
Everyone was absorbed in their own little world of intrigue and social climbing.