Belle's POVThe hallway leading to the Director’s office felt longer than usual. Each step echoed ominously, reminding me that what I was about to do was not just difficult, but irreversible. My heart pounded in my chest as I reached the door with the gold-plated name sign, Dr. Perri (Snr). I took a deep breath, squaring my shoulders before knocking twice and then pushing the door open.As I stepped inside the office, Dr. Perri, my father, was seated at his large mahogany desk, his head buried in a stack of papers. The sun streaming through the windows highlighted the silver strands in his hair, the years of stress etched into the lines of his face. “Good morning, sir,” I said in a surprisingly calm tone.He looked up, surprised by my presence. His brows knitted in confusion as he recognized me. “Belle,” he started, his tone softening, but I didn’t let him continue.“I’m here to turn in my resignation letter,” I said, cutting him off with a firm voice. I placed the sealed envelope on
Belle’s PovNot able to hold it in any longer, the tears spilled over my made up face. As I cried, I heard footsteps approaching, and I looked up to see my father standing in front of me. His face was filled with concern, but also with a frustration that he didn’t bother to hide.“Belle,” he said softly, sitting down beside me. “I didn’t mean to bring up the past. I just wanted you to see and understand what’s at stake here. Everything the Scott family did for you—they did it because they wanted you to be their daughter-in-law. They didn’t have to, but they did it because they care about you.”I couldn’t look at him. The tears kept falling, and I wiped them away angrily, hating how weak and pathetic I felt. But his words cut deep, and I couldn’t ignore them.“Despite everything, despite your PTSD, your struggles, Dave has stood by your side,” my father continued, his voice gentle but firm. “He has been there for you through it all, and now you want to act like an ungrateful person and
Belle’s POVI noticed my father's lips begin to move in defense again and since I did not have the strength to reply anymore, I turned away. I paused just before reaching the door of my father’s office, something inside me compelling me to turn back. The words were on the tip of my tongue, and I couldn’t walk away without saying them. My father had already returned to his seat behind his desk. was bowed, his eyes fixed on his desk as if he couldn’t bear to look at me anymore.“Dad,” I called out, my voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil inside me. He looked up, his eyes weary and lined with concern. “You should have let them revoke my license.”I saw the shock register on his face, but I didn’t stop.“Deep down, I know it wasn’t my fault,” I continued, my voice growing firmer with each word. “They called it malpractice, but it wasn’t. I’ve performed that surgery dozens of times, and none of those patients died. I ran every test, checked every box. I did everything right. But
Dave’s POV“Fuck!" I cursed as I watched Belle walk away from me. She was beautiful and sexy. The dress she wore did a great job in highlighting her curves. She was indeed beautiful, but had chosen to rather be a dull fiancee. I clenched my fists in anger and stormed into the Director's office. “What did she want?" I asked Dr. Perri, immediately I entered. His face was downcast, but I did not have the time to play therapist and immediately asked him again. “What did Belle want? “Dr. Scott. I assure you it's nothing to concern you…”"Dr. Perri, don't make me ask you what the hell she said!” I yelled.“She wanted to submit her resignation letter," He blurted out. “What?" I yelled in surprise. Why was Belle biting more than she could chew? “Make sure word doesn't get out about this. Not even to my parents,” I instructed."I have…" Belle's father began to say, but I had already turned and began to walk away. I headed back into the elevator. I needed some time to thinkEvery step I
Belle's POV The sun had begun its slow retreat, when my phone lit up with Kamille’s name flashing across the screen. I smiled to myself, already feeling lighter just at the thought of hearing her voice.“Hey, Kam,” I answered, leaning back on my bed.“Belle!” Kamille’s voice was as warm as ever. “I just saw your message, sorry for the late reply! It's been a crazy day with the kids. How are you doing?”I smiled gently. "I'm alright Kam. Just wanted to visit the kids, it's been a while,”“Yes definitely Belle. Maybe you should join us for dinner. The kids have been asking for you and Amanda nonstop.”A smile tugged at my lips, and I chuckled. “We must really be their godmother with a teeny weeny bit of fairy magic if they’re missing us that much.”Kamille laughed. “More than a little fairy magic! I bet you guys are their favorite persons in the world right now.”We both giggled for a moment before I heard Kamille adding someone else to the call. A second later, Amanda’s voice came thr
Zane's POVAs soon as I got off the phone with Zeke, I felt Fletcher's eyes on me. I didn’t need to look up to know he had that smug expression on his face, the one he always wore when he thought he had the upper hand. “Seems like I’ve won over your drunk brain again,” Fletcher said, a teasing lilt in his voice. “No alcohol, right?”I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair. “I know, it’s just because of Kamille’s pregnancy,” I replied, trying to brush off his smugness. “Besides, I bet I’m not the only one here who wouldn’t mind something stronger.”Fletcher grinned, that mischievous glint in his eyes as he motioned to the bar. “Well, then, take a bottle and walk away.” He walked away after his mischievous suggestion too.I heaved a sigh. Zeke had called us earlier this morning to prepare a surprise party for Kamille. He had planned out everything to happen before dinner. “Would her friends be here?" Fletcher asked, taking the words right out of my mouth.“They should. I would ask
Belle's POV The evening had turned out to be something far more beautiful than I could have imagined. I hadn’t known about the surprise Zeke had planned for Kamille.It felt like their wedding was happening again. I couldn't help my eyes from getting wet. Earlier, Mr Rogers had come into the kitchen with housekeepers holding drinks, I thought nothing of it at first.“Excuse me Mrs. Reid, I believe the chefs are dying to help out here," He said with a polite smile. His dark hair was now being attacked by inconsiderate strains of gray hair.“Oh Rogers, I just need to get this cake out of the oven, then I will be lost," Kamille had replied with a pout.“You would not want the poor chefs to lose their jobs now would you?" He pressed just as the timer on the oven chimed. “Of course not," Kamille grinned and turned to bring out her pan.Amanda laughed at her gimmick. “Pregnancy cravings," She mouthed to Mr. Rogers and we laughed. “Mummy, aunt Belle and aunt Amanda, come see the beautif
Zane's POV Seeing Belle now, sitting just across the table, her eyes avoiding mine at every turn, made the drinks I had picked up earlier seem pointless. I had been so convinced I’d need something strong to get through this evening, but now, they felt like a weight I didn’t want to carry.Amanda, ever the lively one, caught my quiet demeanor and decided to poke fun at it. “So, Zane,” she started with a teasing smirk, “are you really as obedient as you look, or are you just pretending for tonight?”Fletcher, never one to miss an opportunity, chuckled beside me. “As if,” he said, nudging me with his elbow. “Depends on what you mean. I tend to be very obedient except when it comes to somewhere more quiet and intimate," I replied, glancing over at Belle briefly.She sure was still immersed in her glass of juice.“He's a male whore!" Amanda exclaimed and we all laughed. Thankfully the kids were engrossed with a game and their chattering a few feets away. “That would be Fletcher before
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