Ch 30

*RAW*

The arena's backstage parking area was dimly lit as Bella emerged from a sleek black car. She looked disoriented, her long blonde hair slightly tousled, and her expression clouded with doubt. As she glanced around, her movements were hesitant, as if unsure of where to go or what to do next.

"Bella?" a familiar voice called out.

She turned sharply to see The Rock approaching, his brow furrowed in concern.

"Are you okay?" he asked, studying her carefully.

Bella bit her lip, her voice trembling as she spoke. "I… I think I made a mistake." She looked down, her shoulders slumping. "Marrying him—it was a terrible mistake. I don't know what I was thinking."

The Rock's expression softened. "Bella, you don't have to stay with him. If you need help, just say the word, and The Rock will make sure you're safe."

Tears welled in her eyes, and she nodded. "I don't know what to do, Rock. I need help. I can't ask Hunter. He will just put me in a looney bin. I can't trust him anymore. Can you please help me?"

"You're not alone," he assured her, wrapping his arm around her. "The Rock will help you. We'll figure this out together. Come on, the Rock will take care of you. The Rock will keep you safe from the Deadman."

As Raw continued, the cameras occasionally cut backstage, showing Hunter pacing frantically through the corridors. His usual composed demeanor was replaced by agitation as he asked everyone he encountered, "Have you seen Bella?"

Each time, the answer was the same: no sign of her.

Hunter's frustration grew with each passing moment. He kept searching and searching, finding no sign of her.

As the final segment of the night approached, Hunter stood in the center of the ring, a microphone in hand. The audience buzzed with anticipation, sensing the tension in the air.

"Undertaker!" Hunter's voice boomed, laced with anger and desperation. "Get out here right now! We need to talk."

The familiar sound of a bell tolling echoed through the arena, and the lights dimmed. The Undertaker's theme played as he made his slow, deliberate way to the ring, his presence commanding as always.

Hunter didn't wait for formalities. "Where is Bella?" he demanded. "What have you done to her?"

The Undertaker raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "Bella is exactly where she's meant to be. I haven't done anything to my lovely wife," he said cryptically, his deep voice resonating.

Before Hunter could respond, the lights flickered, and someone appeared at the top of the ramp. The audience gasped as Bella stepped into view.

Gone was the disheveled and uncertain woman from earlier. She was now a vision of confidence and power, wearing a black lacy mini dress clinging to her body like a shadow. Her hair was perfectly styled in long flowing curls, her makeup dark and dramatic, and her blue eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity. There was an aura of wickedness about her, as if she had embraced something far darker than anyone had anticipated.

"Looking for me, Hunter?" Bella's voice was sultry, almost mocking, as she stood at the top of the ramp her blue eyes sparkling in the lights.

Hunter stared back at her, his mouth agape. "Bella… what's going on? Why are you dressed like that?"

"I'm enjoying my married life. I wanted to dress up to present my husband with a gift," she paused as her eyes met the Undertaker's and she held his gaze. "I want to show you my appreciation for saving me from my brother. I hope you like your gift."

With a snap of her fingers, The Undertaker's ministry members Bradshaw, Faarooq, Mideon and Viscera emerged from the shadows, dragging a struggling Rock into view. He was bound to The Undertaker's iconic symbol, his face filled with shock and betrayal.

"Shh Rock stop struggling, there is no point. You're not going anywhere. I made sure you're tied up nice and tight," Bella neared the Rock, pulling on the ropes. "Just smile and enjoy what is about to happen," as soon as she said the words the Rock stopped struggling and smiled. "That's a good boy. I didn't need your help but I'm glad you were stupid enough to think I did. The only help I need is my Dark Lord, my husband. Time for a ride, Rocky," she patted his arm then started her way down the ramp to the ring.

The crowd erupted in boos and gasps as they hoisted the symbol upright, displaying The Rock for all to see as she made her way into the ring.

Hunter's expression turned from confusion to horror. "Bella, what in the hell are you doing?! This isn't you. This is all him," he pointed at the Undertaker as she entered the ring.

"Oh no, Hunter you're wrong. This was my idea. You keep asking "what am I doing?" She turned to him with a cold smile. "What I should have done all along—embracing who I truly am. I'm doing what I want now not what makes life easier for you. I didn't need to be fixed I just needed to be shown it was ok to be me. This…" She gestured to The Rock as Hunter moved suddenly trying to get a hold of Bella. The Undertaker stopped Hunter grabbing him around the throat and lifting him into the air. Bella nodded in approval as Hunter struggled turning red in the face for a few moments. Undertaker smiled at Bella as he slammed her brother into the mat stunning him. Undertaker motioned for her to continue as she raised the microphone back to her lips.

"As I was saying before Hunter so rudely interrupted this is just the beginning of what I plan to do with my husband," she paused looking up into Taker's eyes. "I hope you like your gift, my dark lord. Rock's soul is now yours and he will do whatever I say," she wickedly smiled bowing her head slightly.

The Undertaker stepped forward, his piercing gaze fixed on Bella. Then, to everyone's surprise, he pulled her into an embrace, his face showing rare satisfaction. He leaned down kissing her deeply.

"You've made me very proud, Bella. You're right this is just the beginning of the hell we are going to unleash," he said, his voice filled with approval.

Bella leaned into him, her wicked smile never fading. "Anything for you, my love."

The two stood united in the ring, their dark alliance solidified, as Hunter stared up at them from the mat in horror. The Rock remained suspended on the symbol, a living testament to Bella's transformation to darkness as Raw faded to black.