Belle's POVZane’s arms were wrapped around me, his touch like a warm blanket shielding me from the cold reality outside. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, strong and steady, grounding me in this moment that felt too perfect to be real. My breath hitched as his lips moved against my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I moaned, unable to stop the sound from escaping as I clung to him, wanting to melt into his embrace, to forget everything else.“I missed you so much,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotions that I kept bottled up for far too long.“Shush,” Zane murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I know you did, Belle. I’m here now.”“Promise me,” I said, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. “Promise you won’t leave me, even if I try to push you away.”He smiled, that crooked smile that always made my heart skip a beat. “I’ll never leave you, Belle. Not ever.”His words were a balm to my aching heart, and b
Belle's POVI couldn’t believe I was here, sitting across from Zane in a dimly lit café that I’d never seen before, let alone stepped foot in. My heart was pounding so loudly that I was sure he could hear it, but it wasn’t from fear. It was something else entirely—something that twisted my insides and made it hard to breathe.Zane sat across from me, his eyes filled with a mixture of worry and something deeper, something that made my resolve waver for just a moment. His expression was so genuine, so raw, that it tugged at the edges of my defenses. But I knew I couldn’t let my guard down. I couldn’t afford to.I straightened in my seat, forcing my face into a mask of indifference, even as my heart screamed for me to reach across the table and take his hand, to tell him everything that was churning inside me. But I couldn’t. I owed everything to the Scott family, and that meant I could never be with Zane, no matter how much I wanted to.Zane’s voice broke through my thoughts, low and pl
Zane's POV The past twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind, a mess of emotions I couldn’t seem to shake. I couldn’t stop replaying the conversation with Belle in my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way she looked at me—determined, yet fragile. It was the eve of her wedding, and despite my desperate appeal to her yesterday morning, she was still set on marrying Dave Scott. The thought made my stomach churn, a mix of anger and helplessness gnawing at me.I needed a drink. No, I needed to drown the thoughts, the pain, the frustration. I dressed quickly, throwing on a shirt and jeans, and headed out to one of the bars I knew would be dark and quiet enough to let me brood in peace.The whiskey went down smooth, burning just enough to distract me from my thoughts, if only for a moment. I ordered another, and then another, losing count as the hours slipped away. The bar was a blur of muted conversations and the clinking of glasses, but none of it registered. My mind was trapped
Belle's POV The wedding day had arrived.My wedding day as they said it was. Instead of excitement, all I felt was a gnawing sense of fear that I couldn’t shake off. My heart pounded erratically in my chest, matching the chaotic rhythm of my thoughts. I sat alone in the plush hotel suite, the beautiful surroundings doing little to calm the storm raging inside me. The ceremony was set to take place downstairs, in one of the grand ballrooms, and I knew that everyone was already bustling about, getting ready for the big event.But I wasn’t ready. Not at all.Kamille and Amanda had been trying to get my attention for the past half hour, knocking on the door, calling my name, even sending messages that popped up on my phone screen, telling me the makeup artists were here and that everyone was waiting for me. But I couldn’t move. My gut twisted with anxiety, a deep, primal instinct telling me that something was very wrong, that Zane had been right all along. If I walked down that aisle to
Belle’s POVAs Kamille made the call, Amanda squeezed my hand again, her eyes shining with pride. “You’re doing the right thing, Belle. I know it’s scary, but you’re strong. You can do this.”I smiled at her, feeling the tears welling up again, but this time, they were tears of relief. “Thank you,” I whispered. “Thank you for being here.”The door to the suite opened, and my mother stepped back inside, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene before her. “What’s going on here?” she demanded, her voice sharp.I turned to face her, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m not marrying Dave,” I said, my voice firm, despite the fear that still lingered at the edges of my resolve.My mother’s eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she might actually faint. But then, her expression hardened, and she took a step towards me, her hand clenching into a fist at her side. “Belle, don’t be ridiculous. You can’t back out now. It’s too late.”“It’s not too late,” I replied, holding my ground. “It’s
Zane's POV The blaring sound of my phone’s alarm jarred me awake, the harsh light of the screen cutting through the remnants of sleep. My head pounded, a dull reminder of the whiskey from last night, and the weight of the previous evening's choices pressed down on me like a boulder. I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I reached for the phone, expecting another routine morning message. Instead, the notification that greeted me jolted me fully awake, banishing the last vestiges of sleep.Breaking News: Dr. Belle Perri Runs Away from Her Wedding!The words seemed to scream at me from the screen, a jarring contrast to the quiet of the early morning. For a moment, I simply stared at the headline, unable to process what I was seeing. Belle… ran away? The thought echoed in my mind, refusing to settle. She had been so adamant, so determined to marry that bastard Dave Scott. And now… she is gone?I blinked, my mind slowly catching up with reality. I turned my head to the side, noticing the woman be
Dave's POV I had arrived at the apartment long before I even realized where I was heading. There was no logical reason to come here, yet my crazy instincts refused to let me be and had drawn me to this place, where Belle and I were to return about this time as man and wife.I was to conquer her today and put her in her fucking place!The apartment was dark. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered in the air, making me feel nostalgic. Everywhere in the apartment screamed her name and it was only fueling the anger I already felt. I got her this apartment and stayed in it with her, but she was always so emotionally down most of the time and I could not deal with all that shit.I walked to the cellar and helped myself to a glass of whiskey. Walking back to the dining area, I turned off the lights, letting the silence wrap around me as I sat at the dining table with my glass of whiskey. My mind was racing, my emotions torn between rage and disbelief. She had really done it. Belle
Zane’s POVWas Dave Scott a clown truly? Or he was trying to put up an act?“You think a knife is going to scare me?” I said in a cold and steady voice. “You’re even more pathetic than I thought.”He pressed the blade harder and I could feel his hands trembling from the knife he had pressed to my neck. “You don’t know what you’re messing with, Caruso. I’ll kill you if I have to.”“Go ahead,” I replied lazily. I had already wasted more than enough time with the son of a bitch. “Do it. But killing me won’t change anything. Belle’s already gone, and no matter what you do, you can’t force her to come back.”I felt his grip tightened on the knife for a split second, then followed closely by the familiar dance of hesitation in his eyes.I chuckled softly, knowing how infuriating that would sound, but I still chuckled even louder. “You’re not going to do it, are you? You don’t have the balls.”“I just don’t want to get your dirty blood on my hands,” He replied through gritted teeth. “But yo
Belle's POV The sun was warm on my skin, the breeze gentle and soothing as it drifted through the open patio where we all sat, the laughter of our loved ones filling the air. It was a picture-perfect moment—the kind of moment I used to dream about but never truly believed would come. We were all gathered around the long, sun-dappled table, the warmth of the day reflecting the joy that radiated from everyone’s faces. Zane was sitting beside me, his hand resting comfortably on my leg, our twins, Sean and Clara, gurgling happily in their bassinet close by. The twins were the center of attention today, as they were most days. Kamille’s kids, Reon, Torin, Tyris, Royer, and little Phoebe, were running around the patio, shrieking in delight as they chased each other. I glanced at Kamille and Zeke, who were sitting across from us, laughing and chatting while keeping a watchful eye on their children. Amanda, was helping prepare the meal, occasionally smiling in our direction as the kids d
Zane's POVI stood there, fists clenched, staring Dave Scott down. Every fiber of my being wanted to lunge at him, to make him pay for everything he’d done. But I couldn’t—at least, not yet. The recorder in my pocket was still running, capturing every damning word that fell from his mouth. I could feel it, a tiny weight pressing against my ribs, reminding me that I had to play this smart. For Belle. For Kelly. For justice.Dave, on the other hand, was as smug as ever, leaning back with that infuriating smirk plastered across his face. He had no idea that his time was running out.“You think you can just waltz in here and act like you own the place?” Dave sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. “You’re nothing, Zane. A nobody playing hero in a game that’s way beyond your league.”I bit back my anger, forcing myself to remain calm. His words didn’t matter. Not when I had the truth on my side. I took a deep breath, my fingers brushing against the stop button on the recorder hidden
Belle's POVWalking into the living room wasn’t easy. My legs felt heavy, like I was dragging weights with each step. The air in the mansion was suffocating, thick with tension and unspoken fears. My heart raced, a wild, chaotic rhythm that matched the pounding of my thoughts. I could still hear my mother’s frantic voice behind me, begging, pleading for me to stay with them, to hide, to escape into the secret bunker.“Belle, you don’t have to do this!” she cried, reaching out as if she could physically hold me back. Her eyes were wide with fear, her voice trembling. “Come with us. We can hide. We can survive this.”I stopped, my hand resting on the doorframe, my back to her. I couldn’t turn around. I couldn’t let her see the turmoil etched on my face, the way my hands trembled from the weight of what I was about to do. My family was scared—terrified, really—but the idea of running, of leaving Zane behind to face this monster alone, felt like a betrayal I wasn’t willing to commit.“W
Dave's POVI had been waiting for over an hour, sitting there, staring at the doors leading to the rooms, expecting Belle and Zane to finally step out. It wasn’t like them to hide this long, especially Zane. But instead of the two people I was dying to confront, what I got was the Perri family, practically groveling before me. Pathetic.The Perri patriarch, Mr. Perri, stood in front of me with a forced smile, his hands clasped in front of him as though in prayer. His wife hovered behind him, wringing her hands nervously. “Please, David,” her father began, his voice trembling. “We don’t want any trouble. Just… drop the lawsuit. We’ll leave quietly, I swear. We won’t cause any problems.”I couldn’t help the smirk that stretched across my face. They were so desperate, so weak. This was the kind of power I craved, watching them squirm, knowing I held all the cards. “You won’t cause any trouble?” I repeated, mocking his words as if they were a joke. “Oh, trust me, you wouldn’t be able
Zane's POVBelle’s tears were too much for me to handle. The way her shoulders shook, the soft sniffles she tried to hide—it broke something inside me. I couldn’t stand seeing her like this. Without thinking, I reached out, pulling her into my arms once more, holding her as tightly as I dared.“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her hair. “I swear to you, Belle, this will all end today. I’ll make sure of it.”She pulled back slightly, her wide, tear-filled eyes meeting mine. There was a small, hopeful smile on her lips, but I could see the doubt lingering beneath it. It killed me to know that she still didn’t fully believe everything would be fine, that she didn’t fully believe in me. But I didn’t blame her. After everything that had happened, after all the lies, how could she?God! I needed her to trust me.I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips again, my hand cupping her cheek gently. When I pulled away, her eyes fluttered open, and I saw a leve
Belle's POV“I’m scared, Zane,” I confessed. My voice trembled, and my arms tightened instinctively around my belly. I felt so vulnerable, standing there in front of him, exposed and raw. How was I supposed to face Dave? What would he say? What would he do?Zane hugged me tighter. His warmth, his strength—it was like a lifeline, grounding me in the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. He pressed a soft kiss to my hair, his lips lingering there for a moment before he spoke.“You don’t have to be scared,” he murmured into my hair, his voice gentle yet filled with quiet resolve. “I’m here. No one is going to hurt you. Not Dave. Not anyone.”I closed my eyes, leaning into his chest, letting his heartbeat steady mine. His words were soothing, like a balm to my frayed nerves. Dave had always had a way of getting under my skin, and now… with everything that had happened…“Go get refreshed,” Zane said, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. His fingers brushed a loose strand o
Zane's POVI cursed under my breath as we broke the kiss. I let her take a while to arrange her silk gown. I moved a bit from her as my mind played over what happened the night before.Belle couldn’t sleep all night; I could tell from the way she kept shifting in bed, her body tense beneath the silk sheets. I lay beside her, watching her.I thought back to earlier that night when I walked into the Perri mansion, my mind filled with chaos, only to be confronted by an entirely different reality. I remember the way Belle’s mother was yelling, her voice shrill with rage, but none of that mattered the second I saw Belle. She stood there, so fragile and strong all at once, and without thinking, I crossed the room and pulled her into my arms. Her soft, warm body pressed against mine, grounding me in the middle of the madness. She was everything. The only thing that made sense. The world could be burning down around us, and I wouldn’t care, as long as I had her.Belle’s mother, however, didn
Belle's POVI hadn’t moved from my spot on the bed. Not an inch. I sat there, staring blankly at the wall across from me, my mind heavy with thoughts, swirling memories of last night that I couldn’t quite shake. Everything felt so distant yet so vivid, playing over and over again in my mind. The weight of it all bore down on me, rendering me numb.Opposite me, Zane sat with his back against the headboard, his eyes wide open, just watching. He had been watching me all night. He hadn’t said much, but I could feel his presence, steady and unwavering, like a tether keeping me from completely unraveling. His gaze hadn’t left me, and for some reason, I found comfort in that. My thoughts drifted back to the moment it all came crashing down. The nausea that hit me like a brick after the shouting match with my mother, the way she had followed me into the bathroom after I threw up, concern etched across her face despite the earlier anger.“Belle, are you alright?” she’d asked, her voice surp
Dave's POVThe sun was barely up, casting a dull, gray light over the city, but the weight on my chest was already heavier than the day before. The shipment I had been waiting for was just a few hours away. The timing couldn’t have been worse, not with Belle out there and Zane still breathing. I needed to tie up loose ends, and fast.I sat on the brown leather swivel chair in my study, my hands running over my face as I tried to think. I needed to find a way to get the attention of the drug enforcement agency off my back before the shipment arrived. Every second counted, and I knew that one wrong move could bring it all crashing down.I reached for my phone, my fingers tapping rapidly as I sent out a message to my men. It was time to surround the Perri mansion. We need to bring Belle's family to their limit. Once that was done, they would bring out Belle. Or rather, she would bring forth herself. Then that nosy Zane Caruso will come for her and I get to silence him forever."Surrou