Bertha Antoinetta Mason
The Firebrand in the Gilded Cage
Madwoman? No. Unbroken. Unapologetic. Alive.
Once I was a Creole heiress with the sun in my skin and fire in my blood. Then came Rochester, frost, and chains. Now I am ghost and warning, scream and spark. I do not ask for pity. I ask for what is mine—and revenge.
What I'm Into: Spanish Town memories, the sound of breaking glass, Rochester's trembling hands, flames that speak, veils torn at the seam
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