Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 103

My blood boiled, and my insides burned in a whirlwind of rage and disappointment. The weight of betrayal spread through my chest, making each breath thick and heavy. Every step down the corridor echoed like a hammer against my patience, fueled by the fury eating me alive from the inside out.

My bunny… my little bunny.

He chose to believe them.

Those worthless bastards who want nothing more than to see us fall apart.

He didn’t trust me when I laid the truth bare, when I opened my heart and admitted that he was the first.

The first man I’d ever gone down on.

The only one I’ve ever treated with patience, with affection–with everything I’ve always denied everyone

else.

My fists clenched, muscles tightening, pulsing with a hate that dug deeper with every second.

Without thinking, I slammed my hand against the cold wall. The impact jolted through my knuckles,

shooting up my arm.

But that pain was nothing.

Insignificant compared to the burning fury tearing through me.

I thought we were okay.

I believed his insecurities and jealousy had been smothered by the certainty of what we felt.

But no.

Elijah confronted me. Questioned me. Doubted me.

Didn’t trust me..

The betrayal chewed through every inch of me.

I love him more than anything in this goddamn world, and still… I wasn’t enough for him to believe me.

He chose the words of strangers–people who wouldn’t think twice about tearing us apart.

F**k.

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Chapter 103

My steps quickened, driven by the storm inside my chest. Without hesitation, I turned at the end of the hallway and slipped into a narrow passage few knew about.

The restricted wing.

A place where the truly dangerous roamed.

A hideout within hell itself.

I moved through the dim corridors until I reached the rusted metal door at the end. Without pause, I grabbed the handle and shoved it open.

The sharp smell of nicotine and drugs hit me instantly.

Inmates were scattered across the room–some smoking, others lost in heavier substances, and a few drinking and laughing like they weren’t trapped in a godforsaken cage.

But the moment their eyes landed on me, the laughter died. ̈ ̈

Bodies froze.

My presence filled the space, imposing respect and fear in equal measure.

No one dared move.

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