Bella's POVIt has been days after my birthday surprise and I never spoke to my parents ever since. Now, Peron clapped with so much love from his heart as I delivered the speech for the company, giving me compliments on how I've improved."So what's our movement like today?" I asked, heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for us now. "Hospital, then I want us to see your parents." Immediately I heard his words, I stepped out of the kitchen with crossed arms. "For what?"Peron's eyes softened as he met my gaze, his affectionate smile barely fading. "Bella, I can see how much you miss your mother. It's been a while since you spent one-on-one time with them, and I think it's important for us to catch up with your parents."I sighed, the memories of my mother flooding back. "I do miss her, Peron, but it's not that simple. There are things..." My voice trailed off as I struggled to find the right words.He took a step closer, his hand gently resting on my arm. "Bella, I just want us
Bella's POVAfter giving my father a piece of my mind, I went to the balcony and saw Mom and Peron, laughing and smiling wholeheartedly, she was the only parent I had and no one would hurt her. Not while I'm alive.When we arrived back in our house, exhaustion washed over us, and the comfort of our bed beckoned. We slipped under the covers, and sleep claimed us swiftly. The night passed peacefully, but my internal clock woke me earlier than usual.The dim light of dawn filtered through the curtains as I quietly slipped out of bed, not wanting to disturb Peron's peaceful slumber. In the kitchen, I found Kira, her movements swift and purposeful. Suspicion flickered in her eyes as she noticed my presence. Just like she didn't like me, I didn't like her either. Is it the way she moves, talks, or brags about her degree? It makes me sick to the bone. Makes me feel like I didn't have a life. Just a little education. But I took a deep breath, remembering Max's words from one of our trainin
Max's POV"What do you need, Bella?" I asked, sensing the worries in her tone as she called me."Person's business, it seems someone is purposely attacking them. What's going on? Do you know anything about this?"I could feel the tension in Bella's voice as she spoke about Peron's company. My mind raced, considering the possibilities but I refused to even tell her I found out a few days ago. "I'll look into it, Bella. You have my word. No one messes with someone under my protection."After the call, I wasted no time. The bustling city streets blurred as I navigated my way to Peron's imposing skyscraper. The glass façade reflected the cold determination in my eyes.As I approached the reception, the receptionist eyed me skeptically. "Do you have an appointment?"I flashed a confident smile. "Tell Mr. Peron that Mr. Max is here. He's expecting me."A few moments later, a stern-faced Peron entered the lobby. "Max, what brings you here? I don't have time for your games.""I heard you're h
Bella's POV"Peron, how's business going now?" I asked, watching him come in with a loose tie and stressed face. "Bella, it's a mess," Peron sighed, running his fingers through his disheveled hair. "I don't even know where to begin. The clients are pulling out, and the deals are falling apart. It's like everything is going downhill, and I can't seem to catch a break."I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, trying to convey reassurance. "Peron, we'll figure this out together. You're not alone in this."He managed a weak smile, appreciating the support. "I hope so, Bella. I really do."Later that evening, I prepared a comforting dinner for Peron, hoping to alleviate some of the stress he carried. As he finished his meal, exhaustion weighed heavily on his shoulders. Guiding him to bed, I whispered soothing words, promising that things would improve.The following morning, with Peron off to work, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I hailed a cab and headed towards the temporar
Bella's POVThe air felt heavy with the unspoken tension as Max and I stood there, his eyes searching mine for answers. "Bella," he hesitated, "do you regret that kiss?"I shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. The truth hung in the air, but I couldn't bring myself to voice it. "I... I need some time to think," I finally mumbled, breaking eye contact and walking away."I'll be at home later," I called over my shoulder, not daring to look back. The weight of Max's unspoken question lingered with each step. As I walked down the quiet street, my mind raced with conflicting emotions.Lost in my thoughts, I collided with someone. Startled, I looked up to see Selena, my cousin, holding a picture in her hand. It took me a moment to realize it was a photo of me kissing him – a moment that should have remained private, luckily his face didn't show and mine didn't too. But still, she saw it and that was a problem.Selena's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Caught you in the act, Bella. This could
Peron's POV"ARGGHHHH," I yelled pushing everything on my table to the floor. "What is going on? Why is everything going downhill? Who is doing this?" I groaned almost tearing my clothes like a mad man. I stormed out of my office, my mind a turbulent storm of frustration and confusion. The news about other businesses vanishing hit me like a sledgehammer, shattering the illusion of stability I had worked so hard to build. The once bustling street now seemed desolate, mirroring the chaos in my mind.Without a clear thought, I found myself in the driver's seat of my car, the engine roaring to life as I sped away from the crumbling remnants of my business. The familiar hum of the engine served as a stark contrast to the clamor of thoughts raging in my head. I needed solace, an escape from the maddening reality.The neon lights of a nearby bar beckoned me like a lighthouse guiding a lost ship. I parked haphazardly, stumbling out of the car and into the dimly lit establishment. The air was
Bella's POV I gently guided Peron into the house, his steps faltering as he leaned heavily on me. "I'm sorry," I told Max through mind link. "Please help us." I continued supporting Peron, guiding him towards a chair. "And you think he'll help you?" My wolf hissed in my head, still upset about Peron's punch on Max. "He was drunk. Max is bigger than that. He should understand," I replied, easing Peron into the chair. The air was tense, both inside my head and in the room. Kira, sensing the unease, inquired, "What happened?" She glanced at Peron, who was visibly intoxicated. "Drunk and needs to get sober, quickly," I muttered, deciding to address the immediate concern. I excused myself and headed to the kitchen, intent on preparing some soup. As I moved pots and pans around, I couldn't shake off the disturbing incident. In the kitchen, I set the soup to simmer, the aroma wafting through the air. My thoughts, however, were elsewhere. What had triggered Peron's sudden binge drinking,
Peron's POVAs I slowly opened my eyes, the piercing light from the morning sun felt like a thousand needles stabbing into my brain. A groan escaped my lips as I realized the throbbing headache that accompanied my awakening. The room swirled around me, and I tried to piece together the events of the previous night. Mass drinking, I thought and regret washed over me.I fumbled for my phone on the bedside table, hoping to find some sort of relief or explanation for the company's current state. As the device illuminated, I squinted at the screen, expecting to see messages from my men or some crucial information. Yet, to my dismay, the screen displayed nothing but the usual notifications and mundane updates."No useful messages," I muttered, my disappointment evident in my voice. My team was supposed to keep me informed, especially after a night like that. I shook my head, attempting to shake off the remnants of the headache, and decided to face the day ahead.Dragging myself out of bed,