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,
Elizabeth's POV"So I'm just a side piece, huh?" I hissed walking away to find a cab. "Does he think I'm a slave or what? Making sure Bella is okay? If she dies, I don't give two fucks!" I mumbled, trying to stop a cab but none would wait. After waiting for almost ten minutes, one finally waited and I got him."Miss Elizabeth," the man in the front seat called, handing me an envelope. "We've been watching you.'"Watching me? You are you?" I growled, trying to open the door but it was locked and I could not unlock it manually either."Relax, Miss Elizabeth," the man said with an eerie calmness. "We're not here to harm you. In fact, we believe you have the potential to work with us."I eyed the mysterious man with suspicion, sliding into the cab's back seat. "Work with you? Who are you, and why have you been watching me?""We are an organization with interests that align with yours," he replied cryptically. "We know about your connection with Bella, and we need someone on the inside to
Bella's POV As I stepped through the front door, cradling my newborn son Cayden in my arms, I was greeted by an unexpected sight – a woman bustling about the living room, dusting shelves and arranging flowers. Confusion etched across my face as I realized we didn't have a maid before. "Hello, ma'am. I'm Emily, your new maid," she said with a warm smile, briefly pausing from her duties. Perplexed, I fumbled for my phone and dialed Peron. "Peron, there's a new maid here, and I didn't know we were hiring," I questioned, my voice filled with curiosity. Peron's voice crackled through the phone, "Oh, Bella, that's Emily. She used to work there until she fell ill. She's recovered now and wants to resume her duties." A wave of understanding washed over me. "Oh, I see. Well, welcome back, Emily," I said, trying to mask my surprise. As I ended the call, I couldn't help but wonder about the circumstances that led Emily back to our doorstep, especially in this troubled time. "Thank you, ma'am
Bella's POV My heart pounded in my chest as I read the ominous message about Emily's true identity. Determination overcame fear as I swiftly got out of bed, leaving Cayden peacefully sleeping beside me. I made my way down the hallway to check on Emily, but as I approached her supposed quarters, Peron emerged from the shadows. "Bella, what are you doing?" he asked, a hint of concern in his eyes. "Peron, did you see where Emily went?" I questioned, urgency lacing my words. He hesitated, "I thought I saw her running away quickly. Why?" My stomach tightened. "Peron, Emily is not who she claims to be. We need to find her." His eyes widened in realization. "What do you mean, Bella?" "She's a fake, Peron. Someone sent me a message warning me about her. We need to act quickly," I explained, urgency driving my actions. "Someone? Who?" "That doesn't matter, Peron. We have to find her and ask her who sent her here!" I said. Peron's expression shifted from confusion to concern. "Let's fi
Elizabeth's POV "What a lovely day to be free," I chuckled while sipping the wine from my glass cup. I rushed to answer the call, my heart pounding as I heard the urgency in my man's voice. "Elizabeth, it's bad. Peron had an accident. They're taking him to the hospital." Dread gripped me, and I managed to stammer out, "What happened?" "He drank the glass you asked Bella to have. It wasn't meant for him, but he took it, and now... it's not good, Elizabeth." Guilt surged within me. I had given that bitch to give Bella a specific glass to drink, what went wrong? How could I have foreseen that Peron would unknowingly take it? "Tell me where they're taking him. I need to be there," I demanded, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "The general hospital." I hung up, my mind racing as I rushed to the hospital. Each step felt heavier than the last, the echo of my own footsteps matching the racing beat of my heart. Arriving at the emergency room, I approached the reception desk.
Bella's POV "What happened?" I groaned, feeling pain all over. "Peron? Cayden?" I called out, trying to adjust my sight to the brightness of the room. The harsh, sterile light of the hospital room stung my eyes as I groaned, attempting to make sense of the situation. "What happened?" I mumbled, the throbbing pain all over my body intensifying my confusion. "Peron? Cayden?" I called out, the worry evident in my voice as I struggled to sit up. Just then, the door swung open, and a nurse entered, her face bearing a mixture of sympathy and concern. "Maam, you were in a car accident. You and your son Cayden are fine, but we had to isolate you both temporarily. Your husband, Peron, had some potentially poisonous substance in his system. We're waiting for the test results," she explained, her words sending a chill down my spine. "P-poisonous? Is Peron okay?" I stammered, fear gripping my heart. "He's stable for now, but we need to be cautious until we confirm the nature of the substance
Bella's POV Alone in the hospital room, the weight of the situation bore down on me like an unbearable burden. The tears flowed freely, each drop carrying with it a mix of frustration, despair, and self-blame. The sound of a gentle knock interrupted my internal turmoil. The door creaked open, revealing the comforting presence of Luna Irene, my mother. Her eyes widened in concern as she took in the sight of me, tear-streaked and emotionally shattered. "Bella, sweetheart," she murmured, rushing to my side and enveloping me in a warm embrace. I clung to her, the solace of a mother's love providing a fleeting respite from the storm within. "Mom, it's all my fault. I should have done something. I should have protected Peron," I confessed, my voice choked with emotion. Luna Irene pulled back, cupping my face in her hands. "Oh, Bella, don't blame yourself. Accidents happen, and sometimes things are beyond our control. We'll get through this together," she assured, her words carrying the
Bella's POV My pulse quickened as Elizabeth's eyes met mine, a flicker of something unreadable passing across her expression. Without breaking eye contact, she turned and hurried away. Instinctively, I grabbed my phone, my trembling fingers unlocking it to dial Max's number. "Max, it's Bella. Something's not right. Elizabeth just left, and I got a cryptic message from Essie mentioning your name. Can you come to the hospital? We need to talk," I implored, the urgency in my voice betraying the anxiety that gripped me. Max's voice crackled through the phone. "I'll be right there, Bella. Hold on." In a matter of minutes that felt like an eternity, Max burst into the room. His eyes met mine, searching for answers. I showed him Essie's message and his brow furrowed in confusion. "I don't understand," Max muttered his expression a mix of concern and bewilderment. "Something's off, Max. Elizabeth just left after overhearing a conversation between me and my mom. I can't shake the feeling