The next evening, Bella was ready to meet Viktor for the first time. This morning she had received a coded message, instructing her to an unknown destination: a members-only club situated somewhere in the upper-class part of the city. It barred entry to all and sundry and only the affluent and influential were permitted inside. She chose her outfit carefully, opting for an elegant but simple black dress that allowed her to move, braid neatly tucked under her chin, ready to pull off the look of someone who would walk into the place and fit right in. The moment she stepped foot inside the club, she sensed that most of the clientele was staring at her and assessing her presence. The place was foggy with the aroma of expensive perfume and cigars along with a distant rivalry of quiet voices. Her eyes searched the bar section, her pulse quickening until it landed on a man at the bar: a tall, well-built gentleman in the finest of suits, with strong jawlines. Sharp pale eyes were looking at h
The unsettling implication caused her distress. It was unknown to her who had authored it, or why; however, it further illustrated the importance of the game she was engaged in. In the world of Viktor, as with everyone else, there was intrigue, and alliances were never too dependable. Her frustration was heightened, but it would be dishonorable to quit now. She had gone too far, too much had been uncovered to withdraw. And with Linda in the picture, she knew she could count on one dangerous alliance, one that was built on the utmost trustable grounds. The more Bella knew the more threats she was exposed to. Viktor had started to appreciate her abilities, including her in more private gatherings, even sharing some classified materials. This was both a blessing and a curse; she had never been this close to her objective but the chances of being compromised were at an all-time high. One night, while going through some documents in her apartment, she received another text message. This
Her mother was excited and for Bella, it was impossible not to be reminiscent of an ember of hope. Maybe her mother was indeed right; this could be the turn of events she had always wished for. But once she walked into the living room and spotted him, the tautness around his lips made her realize that this was not going to be as she had anticipated. There was no beating around the bush for Fred. “Bella,” he said, this time in a serious voice that left no room for argument, “I’m sorry to say this but I expect you to keep your distance from Zara.” Bella blinked, uncomprehending. “But you don’t even love her,” she said, a hint of hysteria creeping into her whisper. Fred closed his eyes in frustration. “I don’t love her, but that does not give you the right to treat her like scum, Bella. Regardless, she’s still my wife in the eyes of the law.” Bella rolled her eyes. “Not for long,” she said defiantly meeting his stare, a smirk playing on her mouth. Fred turned, casting a hard glance
As Bella entered her room, answering the call from her phone, Daniel's name immediately appeared on the screen. Anger and an indignant type of fear gripped her as the vibration buzzed in her palm like an icy callback to the situation she was in. She held the phone for a moment, her jaw tight. She didn’t want to listen to him, didn’t want to hear his threatening and manipulative voice that had already begun to wrap around her life, but there was no way of simply refusing him. However, she did not want to turn him down. So, unwillingly, she picked up the phone. “What do you need, Daniel?” she said sharply, annoyance coloring her tone. “Can’t you just leave me alone?” Daniel had the nerve to respond in that irritation and plead tone, “Now, Bella, is that any way to speak to me? You sound quite distressed, did something go wrong with your feast of love, Fred?” This time, she didn’t stifle her displeasure. “Don’t you dare pretend to know anything about Fred or what’s happening between us
He said goodbye and hung up, leaving Bella in the seemingly endless quiet of her room. She gawked at her phone. Beating heart, spinning brain. How did things become so bad in her life? How could a fierce and determined woman like her be reduced to a marionette who is danced by a sadistic man who fed on her anguish? She fell in a heap at the foot of the bed and buried her face in her palms. Fred was in trouble because of her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn’t even reach out to him; she couldn’t even counsel him without bringing Daniel’s fury down on her. The powerlessness, the horror—it was too much. A moment later, she lowered her head again, and then, something resolute seemed to incubate in her eyes, freezing the blood. No longer would she be a piece on Daniel’s chessboard, would he dictate her life? She could not approach Fred, nor sacrifice his safety, yet there was no need to remain a mere spectator in Daniel’s play. There had to be a way to overreach Da
Zara’s features melted in sympathetic understanding, and she advanced towards him, placing her hand on his chest. “Fred, it is okay, I know you are anxious. You even called her a friend, and you have known Bella for ages. But do not let her get into your head. There is nothing I am keeping away from you. I have been truthful to you right from the very first day. If there is anything it has to be with Bella. She has got the past, the desperate past of playing dirty as well.” Fred latched on to the idea, nodding such that his already weighted head bobbed much heavier. And this is how the tension in him eased a little in his shoulders. It made sense what Zara had said. He wished to trust her and rid himself of this annoying suspicion, believing that the only person creating such chaos was Bella, maybe out of envy or some need to control things she did not have to. He waved and encircled Zara with his hands, drawing her close to him. “Forgive me,” he whispered into her hair. “I didn't me
The party was then put into scope. Fred was excited about the prospect of inviting some of his mother’s dearest pals, especially those family members who hadn’t been able to come in a long time. They spoke of the garden where the event would take place and imagined an intimate, cozy party with little sparkling lights, warm decorations, and flowers that Clara loved, lilies and roses. Zara also came up with some ideas to add a personal touch to the occasion, like putting up a wall of pictures of Clara when she was younger. While they were creating ideas, Fred’s moments were softer, with a calmness within him. This light, Zara knew, had not been in his eyes in a long while. For an instant, everything was… fine. All the problems going on around seemed to be non-existent, only a common goal of bringing joy and appreciation to his mother on that particular day remained. A few moments later, Mary appeared again, this time holding a silver tray on which stood a bowl of chicken soup with a st
Then she spotted a recognizable face. Hailey, who sat at a table at the back of the restaurant, was Zara’s sister. Bartlett’s eyes narrowed, her interest piqued as she recognized that Hailey was not by herself. A man was sitting opposite her leaning on the table passionately animated with whatever he was saying. There was Hailey, in a fit of laughter, a coy smile on her face, her hand on the man’s arm. Bella’s gaze became sharper; this was not Justin, who was Hailey’s husband. This one was a younger quite impressively dressed man who appeared to be very much mesmerized by Hailey. Bella felt the sudden urge to take her phone out; she made it look like she was scrolling but took a couple of pictures. In every image, Hailey’s posture toward the man was unmistakably friendly. A sly smile appeared on her face. One would think that Zara’s family was perfect but that was not the case. This was something which Bella had not anticipated but now the idea was blooming in her mind. These pictures