Kamille's POVSuddenly my phone blared loudly, I rushed to pick it up, careful not to wake Royer who was sleeping soundly nearby. Zeke's presence lingered in the room, his eyes watching me with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Although he was divorced, it still didn't change shit. I still ensured my privacy was intact as I attended to the ringing phone.I answered the call, relief flooding through me as Christopher's voice filled the line. “What happened? I've been trying to reach you.” He exclaimed, his worry evident in his tone.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself before responding. “Don't worry. I'm fine.” I reassured him, feeling a pang of guilt for not responding to his earlier attempts to contact me. “It was Royer, he got injured, but he's receiving treatment now and he's okay.”There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Chris spoke again, his voice tinged with remorse. “I'm sorry, I didn't know.” He said softly, his words heavy with regret.“It's
Kamille's POVAs I walked back into the hospital room, memories of the past flooded my mind, each one more bittersweet than the last. I couldn't help but think back to the early days of the Reid Children Foundation, when Zeke and I had just started the organization together.I remembered the excitement and anticipation we had felt as we worked tirelessly to gather the first set of drugs and supplies for the foundation's inauguration. Despite my confusion over why the foundation had been started after our marriage, I had obediently followed Zeke's lead.But even as we worked side by side, there had always been a distance between us, a coldness in Zeke's demeanor that I couldn't quite understand. Our arranged marriage had never been based on love, and the rumors that had circulated about us in the blogosphere only served to deepen the divide between us.Now, as I lay down on the bed and pulled the covers tightly around me, I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that enveloped me lik
Ellen's POVIt's been more than three hours since Liz's detention. My father paced the room, his frustration palpable. He dialed one number after another, desperately trying to reach someone who could help clear Liz's name.“Yes, it's a setup. Liz would not do that while she was in training except in self defense. Thank you.” Dad ended the call.“Dad, why bother denying it?” I interjected, unable to contain my own frustration. “It's so obvious that Liz did it. No one would ever believe us.”My father's expression hardened, his jaw set with determination. “You deny till the end.” He replied firmly, his voice unwavering. “Deny even when the sword is to your neck. Deny even when you're about to die. Deny.”I clenched my fists in frustration, feeling a surge of anger and helplessness wash over me. “Damn it.” I cursed under my breath, realizing the gravity of our situation. Denial seemed futile in the face of overwhelming evidence, but my father's words resonated with a stubborn resolve th
Zeke's POVAs I gazed into Chris's face, his presence irked me more with each passing moment. "Don't you think it's getting late, Mr. Chris?” I finally said, my tone carrying a subtle edge of authority.Chris smiled, but there was something unsettling about it, his eyes glinting with a hidden agenda. “I think perhaps we both need to leave.” He suggested smoothly, his words laced with a veiled threat.I narrowed my eyes, refusing to back down. “Might I remind you that this is my fucking hospital, Mr. Chris.” I reminded him firmly, my tone leaving no room for negotiation. “You may be welcome to come and go as you please, but if your presence is a discomfort, with a snap of my fingers, I can have you thrown out.”For a moment, Chris looked taken aback, his smile faltering. But then, with a chilling smile, he simply replied, “Of course. See you around, Mr. Reid.” Before turning to leave the reception area of the private ward.As Chris left, I reached for my phone and dialed Mr Rogers lin
Zeke's POVAs I sat in the car, a flood of memories washed over me, pulling me back to the conversations I'd had with my grandfather. He had been adamant about me marrying Kamille, but why? Was it because he foresaw the dangers that now threatened her and her family? Did he know what was coming or was he only making me marry his friend's daughter?Questions swirled in my mind, did Kamille's grandmother know about the danger that lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike? Was that why she had urged us to marry? I felt lost in between worlds.If that was the case, then I had failed everyone, most importantly Kamille. Closing my eyes, I tried to push aside the feelings of guilt and regret that threatened to overwhelm me. Memories flooded my mind, pulling me back to the times when I had wanted to take Kamille to the hospital to check her fertility status. It had been a persistent concern, fueled by the revelation from her family that she had suffered a devastating accident at the age of
Zeke's POVEntering the casino, I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that always accompanied the flashing lights and pulsing music. As I made my way to the VIP lounge, I couldn't shake the image of Kamille's face from my mind.I have to be the first person she sees when she wakes. I sat and the bartender quickly served me with a glass of sapphire royale. I wanted to drown out my thoughts. If only for a little while.“Brother!” Zane echoed from behind me. Finally they were here. My heart danced in joy.“What’s up brother?” Fletcher asked, his voice laced with concern.I offered them a weak smile. “I just need a drink for now.” I replied, taking the vintage style glass in my hand. “I bet my brother's heart has been toyed with.” Zane said, turning towards Fletcher.“No bro. Leave the heartache to me. I bet his skin was sullied by lowlifes.” Fletcher countered and they both laughed. I smiled.“Why are grown up men acting like silly kids?” I asked as they settled in and the bartender
Zeke's POVWe boarded our different cars and they trailed off after me. I decided to make a stop at the mall to get what the kids would need. As we entered the mall, Zane and Fletcher followed me closely as we made our way through the aisles, searching for the perfect items for the kids.“Alright, boys, let's get down to business.” I declared with a grin, scanning the shelves for anything that might catch my eye. The excitement of shopping was different.I was shopping for my kids and the woman who made my heart flutter. Zane and Fletcher exchanged a knowing look before diving into the racks of clothes and shelves of toys with gusto. “Hey, Fletcher, since you're such a ladies' man, maybe you should be the expert on kids too.” Zane teased, holding up a tiny onesie with a playful smirk. “You can learn a thing or two from Zeke here before your own little bundle of joy arrives.”Fletcher rolled his eyes, feigning offense at the suggestion. “Please, I'll have you know that I am a natura
Ellen's POVAs I groggily opened my eyes to the soft light filtering through the curtains, my mind slowly emerging from the depths of sleep, I reached for my phone on the nightstand. I unlocked the screen and my heart sank as I read the message from Martha the maid I planted at Zeke's place.Mr. Reid is in town, but did not sleep at home.A sense of unease settled over me like a heavy fog as I assimilated the information. Where could Zeke have gone? What could have kept him away all night?As I sat up to gather my thoughts and make sense of the situation, the realization dawned on me with a jolt of apprehension. Zeke never slept out. It simply wasn't his style. The only time he stayed away from home overnight was when he was out of the country, and even then, he would use his private jet to return home as quickly as possible.So where could he have gone? And why hadn't he returned home?A thousand possibilities raced through my mind, each one more troubling than the last. Had he been
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