Clutching a blood-stained wrench, Bella stood in the prison, gasping for breath as her bloodthirsty alter ego receded after a violent outburst. A black Navigator crushed the dry brush under its tires; the man and woman claiming to be her biological parents looked at her with undisguised loathing as they tossed a non-disclosure agreement at her feet. Brought back to a Boston mansion, she was met by a sister who was the darling of high society. In the shadows of the ballroom, her sister whispered a taunt into her ear: "It was me who swapped you out seventeen years ago; trash belongs in the slums." Staring at the family crest on the other woman's wrist—and amidst the roaring of her alter ego—Bella completely shattered her own submissiveness.
