Bleeding Spots: Cruella De Vil

Chapter 15

In the labyrinthine alleys of London, where secrets intertwined like threads in a grand tapestry, Estella navigated a world rife with temptation and treachery. The encounter with the mysterious masked woman had left her unsettled, a reminder that the shadows of her past were not easily dispelled.

Amidst chaos in the city, Estella found herself entangled in a web of betrayal—one that would test her resolve and shake the foundations of her redemption. It began with a whisper, a rumor that slithered through the underbelly of London's society like a venomous serpent.

Whispers spoke of a clandestine alliance—a group of influential figures who sought to exploit the city's vulnerabilities for their own gain. Among them was a face from Estella's past, a person she had once considered a friend but who had succumbed to the allure of power.

One night, as the city's shadows grew long and sinister, Estella received an anonymous message—a cryptic note that hinted at the betrayal that loomed. The words were like a dagger to her heart, a reminder that trust was a fragile commodity in a world where everyone wore a mask.

Determined to uncover the truth, Estella embarked on a perilous journey, her steps guided by intuition and a burning desire for justice. She delved into the murky underworld of London, where whispers held more power than words and allegiances were as fleeting as the morning mist.

Her investigation led her to a dimly lit tavern, a haven for the city's rogues and scoundrels. There, amidst the haze of smoke and the clink of glasses, she confronted her former friend—Eleanor, a woman whose ambition had twisted her into a shadow of her former self.

Their conversation crackled with tension, the air heavy with unspoken accusations. "Why, Eleanor?" Estella's voice was a mix of betrayal and hurt. "We were friends once. What drove you to this treachery?"

Eleanor's laughter was bitter, a sound devoid of warmth. "Friends, you say? In this city, friendship is a luxury we can ill afford. Power is the only currency that matters, and I chose to seize it. You should have done the same, Estella. The world is not kind to those who hesitate."

Estella's fists clenched, her eyes ablaze with determination. "I chose a different path, Eleanor—a path of redemption and honor. Your betrayal won't break me. I'll fight for the city I once wronged, and I'll expose this alliance for what it is."

Their confrontation ended in a chilling silence, the weight of Eleanor's betrayal hanging heavy in the air. The city, once a canvas for Estella's ambitions, now felt like a battlefield, and she was prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As she stepped back into the shadows of the night, Estella knew that the threads of betrayal were intricate and far-reaching. The alliance she sought to dismantle was a formidable adversary, but Estella was no stranger to adversity. With the spirit of redemption burning brightly within her, she vowed to untangle the webs of deceit and bring the betrayers to justice.