Belle's POV Ben called me again last night. “Why the hell does he keep missing you Belle!" “I don't know Bennie," I replied with a tone of indifference.I had stayed three days holed up in that hotel room, I only went out to work and slipped out before Dave would come looking for me. I knew his calls to Ben were a warning to get my family involved if I didn't return but I think I was done being scared of him. I made a decision to return his hatred with the same energy. I was going to go back to our apartment, pack my bags and leave.It was time to confront Dave and move on with my life.Driving back to the apartment where Dave and I lived felt like an out-of-body experience. The same route I had taken countless times now seemed foreign and cold. I knew how ruthless the Scott family were while making threats and I would not wish for any of my family to be dragged into this mess. My family adored Dave's family to a fault, but I knew that once they heard he had cheated on me just a
Zane's POV Sitting on the large oak table I felt a sense of unease despite having Fletcher sit across from me. Three days had passed since I last heard from Belle. The silence was gnawing at me. I found myself constantly wondering how she was doing, if she was safe. I couldn't shake the worry. “Can you stop that?” Fletcher said, irritation in his voice. “You’re driving me crazy with that tapping.”I blinked, realizing for the first time that I’d been drumming my fingers on the table. “Sorry,” I muttered, forcing my hands to still.Fletcher shut his phone and leaned forward, scrutinizing me with a knowing look. “What’s up, Zane? And don’t give me any bullshit. I know this restlessness has something to do with Kamille’s friend, Belle.”I sighed, feeling cornered. “I’m just worried about her safety, that’s all.”Fletcher raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Worried about her safety, huh? Sounds like someone’s in love.”I laughed dryly. “I can’t be in love, Fletcher. I’m no
Zane's POVI had never driven so fast in my life. I had placed Belle comfortably in the back seat before turning on the ignition. As she lay in the back seat, her breathing was faint and shallow and for every fucking time I glanced at her through the rearview mirror, I was shot with fear that burned hotter than any damn bullet ever would. I rounded off the road that led to Zeke’s hospital. One more glance at the rearview mirror and I dialed Zeke’s line with a quick tap. My phone was clutched in one hand and while the other hand was gripping the steering wheel. “Brother,” I called immediately.“What’s up Zane?” He replied. I could make out Kamille’s voice humming slowly in the background.“Brother, I’m sorry, but I need you to inform the Emergency Room unit at your hospital that I’m on my way and need urgent medical attention,” I said, my voice strained with urgency.“Who is it?” Zeke asked, worry creeping into his voice.“It’s Belle,” I replied, my words rushing out without hesit
Belle's POVBeep. Beep. Beep. My eyes fluttered open but I immediately shut them as I was hit by the harsh sterile light that bathed the room in which I laid in. The familiar beeping of the heart rate monitor and the soft hiss of the IV drip announced where I was before anyone could. I was mostly on the other side of the coin when it came to this ambience. I tried to push myself forward, hoping that sitting up will help quicken my consciousness. But as I made a slight move, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and instinctively, my hand went down to the source. That’s when the memories came flooding back, hitting me like a freight train.Dave. Blood. My baby. Zane. My baby! “My baby, my baby,” dry sobs rose from my throat. I clutched my belly tightly and although it was painful, I was feeling a more heartbreaking pain in my heart.I heard a door creak open and I turned with my tear washed eyes to see Zane hurrying towards me. His face was pale and hurt. He seemed to have dark circle
Zane's POVReturning from purchasing the bottle water for Belle, I was not prepared for the sight that greeted me when I entered.“Belle, here is the wa…” My words got drowned in disbelief as I stared at the unruly sight before me. My eyes fell on the conniving son of a bitch, hovering over Belle’s bed with his hands gripping her firmly. I could see he face contorting in pain as she struggled to break free from his grasp.The bottle in my hands fell to the ground and something snapped cut. I moved like a ferocious beast towards Dave.“Don’t you dare lay your filthy hands on her, you worthless sniveling bastard.” I punched Dave hard in the face and that sent him sprawling onto the floor across the room.“Oh my God!” I heard Belle's gasp. I was seething in anger, my fists clenched at my sides as I glared at Dave, who was sprawled across the room, gripping his face in pain. The only thing on my mind was how to beat him into a pulp, to smash his hands in a million ways so that he would
Dave's POVAs I stood up and left the room, I left with barely contained anger. The sterile, white walls of the hospital ward felt like they were closing in on me. The beeping of the machines, the murmur of voices, it all became a distant hum as my anger grew. My fists clenched at my sides, and I could feel the heat rising in my face. Belle was in there, with that... that hoodlum. Zane Caruso. The name alone made my blood boil. He sure had a strong fist.As I walked down with my feet stomping loudly down the corridor. It was a private ward and contained less people in it. My steps echoed in the hallway but I couldn't care less.I needed to get myself cleaned up. I made a turn and found a washroom, I slipped in. I turned on the water and splashed it on my face. I hissed as I felt the wound sting when colliding with water.I took a towel from the warmer and pressed it to my face. I cleaned out the bruises that were left behind by Zane. I smiled mischievously and took out my phone.I
Zane's POVI stood by the door, trying to mask the irritation bubbling inside me. Their being here would only mean that son of a bitch had a ratty mouth or an agenda or maybe both.“What do you want?” I asked, feigning ignorance of who they were as I looked at the angry faces of the Perri's family standing in front of me. Dr. John, who seemed to have shown them the way to the room, stepped forward and spoke. “They came to me, saying they need to transfer Belle to the Scott family hospital where she works,” he explained.I raised an eyebrow, still pretending not to recognize them. “And who are they to make such demands? Can they not speak for themselves?”Just as Laurent Perri was about to speak, I heard Belle’s voice from within the room. “Who are the people at the door?” she called out with her tone curious and slightly anxious.Her mother passed me a brunt look and without waiting for an invitation, she brushed past me and walked into the room, followed closely by her father, Edwi
Belle's POVMy heart tore in a million pieces as I watched Zane walked away looking angry. But for the IV ropes that was still dripping with saline water, I would have pursued after him.Returning my gaze to my mother who looked like an angry mother bear, I tried to maintain some form of composure despite the deafening silence that hung over the room.My father’s stern voice broke the silence first. “Who was that?” he demanded, his eyes boring into mine.“He’s just a friend,” I replied softly, my voice trembling. “He helped me when I had an accident.”My mother stepped closer, her face etched with worry and anger. “Accident you say? What the hell happened, Belle?” I knew Dave must have already told them his version of events before they arrived. I could imagine him pushing all the blame onto me, making it seem like I was the one who had caused the miscarriage, like I was the one who had killed our baby. Taking a deep breath, I said, “The baby is gone.”My mother’s eyes widened with