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
"I'm coming over there right now," Fred said and turned back to go to the office, he couldn't believe what he just heard. He should call home and inform them of what just happened now. He immediately connected his phone to the car and placed a call to his mother."Mom, I will be home a little bit late tonight. Don't wait up for me please," he said and ended the call before she could say anything in response. Fred got to the company and he saw the car packed outside the company's gate. That must belong to the man who is here to see him as regards his mother's case, if truly there's someone out there trying to kill his mother, then he has to find out who the person is and put a stop to it. "Where is the person here to see me? I have to speak to the person right away." Fred said to the security guard, immediately the guard noticed it was him by the gate. He quickly opened the door for him to get in, and he bowed his head as he offered his greetings."Good evening Mr Fred, I gather you d
Bella felt so restless as she made her way to the room, she had been here waiting for a call from the assassin she hired to do the job. She cannot simply imagine what would happen to her if she were to be exposed, that would certainly be the end of her.She decided to make the call instead, she placed a call to the man but his phone was unreachable. She sighed in frustration, she then breathed in and out. He must be busy carrying out the work she gave him, and that must be the reason why he has not called or given her any feedback. She went to the closet and pulled out her clothes, she changed into something more comfortable. She needs to behave all natural, she can't be suspected of anything. She made her way downstairs and into the kitchen, she should get something to eat and calm down her nerves, she would get news soon. She was about to leave for her room with the tray of food in hand when she heard a knock on the door."Good evening, may we please speak to Mrs. Clara?" One of th
Fred was laughing when his phone rang, but the moment he answered, his face turned serious."Fred, this is Detective James. I've got some news. We have Hailey, her mother, and Bella. They're all in custody."Fred's eyes grew wide with shock. "What? How in the world did you guys find them?"The detective chuckled. "Let's just say we had some good leads. They're in the process of being booked now."A wave of relief washed over Fred. "Thank God. Thank you, Detective.""We're not done yet, Fred. We still need to question them and get to the bottom of this. But for now, you can rest easy knowing they're off the streets."Fred nodded, even though the detective couldn't see him. "I appreciate it. Please keep me updated."As he hung up, Fred turned to Zara and Clara. "It's all over. Hailey, her mother, and Bella are behind bars."Tears brimmed over in Zara's eyes. "Oh, thank God. Our kids are safe."Clara smiled, her face carved with relief. "This is the best news we could have asked for."Fr
The booms of the police sirens in the warehouse were getting closer now. Clara was holding her daughter-in-law Zara's hand very tightly to soothe her."Help is here, Zara, just hang in there." These words repeated for a while produced from the lips of Clara, firm but quaking with emotion.Zara's eyes fluttered closed, her face going white and sweaty. Clara missed one heartbeat, not even daring to go to the worst place in her mind.But then Zara's eyes flickered open again, and she fixed them onto Clara. "Clara. Lo siento. I didn't mean to put you in danger."Clara was crying now, blubbering, the tears cascading down her face. "Don't say that, Zara. You're going to be fine. You're going to pull through."The medics burst past Clara, utterly focused on Zara. Clara stood, staring, while they dropped down to her level and pinned the wound on Zara's neck, then pulled her up onto the gurney.She gripped Zara's hand tightly in her own, behind her back in the ambulance, praying that with ever
"I have to go in there, Clara, for I have to find out what's happening to my girl. The silence—it just kills me."Clara's face set in a stubborn cast. "No, Zara, I cannot let you in there on your own; it's dangerous."Zara was indecisive. Her mind knew Clara was right, yet on the other hand, she simply could not do this. "Clara, please, I gotta do this. I'll be okay."Clara just shook her head. "But I'm not going to let you go in there alone. What if Bella is dangerous? What if she unmans you?"Zara let out a melodramatic sigh at that one, knowing against all her credibilities that Clara wouldn't."Okay. But you have got to promise me one thing. You have to stay way back and let me handle it. I don't want you under attack because of me."Clara's expression had softened, but her voice did not relent. "I'll stay behind, but just because you promise me one thing- you're going to be careful, and if things get out of hand, you get out of there, period."Zara nodded. Clara, she knew was o
Reaching the bottom step and hearing the 'click' of the sound of the hardwood floor beneath her boots, she entered the living room, where Clara was already seated sipping at a cup of coffee."Hey girl, you look fabulous," she told Zara, placing her cup on the table.Another added booster of her confidence made her smile. "Thanks, Clara, I am feeling rather good today."Clara nodded solemnly. "Yes, we need to find a way to talk about Bella. I was just trying to clear my thoughts and jot down in writing some thoughts on how we would start in dealing with the whole issue."Zara nodded as she got seated on a small stone beside Clara. "I am all ears. Let's hear it all."There she was, deep in conversation, when through the door in came Fred-torn, untidy in his appearance. "Hey guys, sorry to interrupt, but I was thinking of something since you're going out, would you like me to make some lunch for when you get back?"So, forthwith, a smile flitted from Zara, quite touched at Fred's caring
"Me neither. It's like she just snapped or something."Clara held her eyes, concern etched on her face. "Do you think Fred's plan for helping her is a good idea?"Zara hesitated, having known otherwise what to respond to. A part of her wanted to believe that Bella could be salvaged, that she wasn't beyond redemption. Another part of her was just plain terrified, scared of what Bella might do next."I don't know, Clara," Zara said finally. "I want to believe that Bella can change, that she's not beyond help. But at the same time, I'm scared. I don't know what she's capable of."Clara nodded with understanding. "I think so too. But do we not have to try, Zara? For Fred's sake, if nothing else."Zara nodded, her emotions oozing with an air of resolution. "You are right. We have to try."Just then, Fred came downstairs. His eyes were tired, but there was a determined look in them. "Guys, I've been thinking. I know how we can reach Bella."Zara and Clara gave each other a hopeful look. "Wh
As Fred was lost in the thought that it might be possible for Bella to change, Zara grew tense in his hand. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly and gently full of concern.Fred was unsure of what to say to Zara about his plan; he just felt undecided. But something in her soft voice just made everything all right. "I have been thinking," he began, his voice barely above the whisper. "I probably could help Bella. I probably could get her the help she needs."Zara's face contorted in incredulity. "Fred, we have talked about this. Bella's beyond help. Toxic, she will bring you down with her."Fred nodded, realizing Zara's concern was founded. But he couldn't help that feeling inside him, telling him he needed at least to try. "I know, but what if I can reach her? What if I could help change her?"Zara heaved a deep sigh and searched his face for an answer. "You really would risk everything, wouldn't you, for her?"Fred nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of his decision. "I have to t
Fred trudged up the walkway, his feet heavy with the weight of his conversation with the detective. He had been hoping to find some way to help Bella, but now he wasn't so sure. As he reached the front door, it swung open and Zara stood before him, a look of concern etched on her face."Hey," she said standing aside to let him in. "How did it go?"Fred sighed, rubbing his temples. He didn't know how to summarize the complicated emotions swirling inside him.A seemingly sympathetic frown was creasing Zara's face. "That bad, huh?"Fred nodded, and he felt an immense weight being lifted, just being near Zara made things better.Zara softly closed the door as he entered inside, then leaned back against it, crossing her arms. "So, did you get to speak to her?" she asked softly.Fred's eyes dropped, his mind flashing back to the conversation with Bella. He hadn't expected her to be so. unrepentant. So uncaring."Yeah," he said at last, voice barely above a whisper. "She was vile like always
Fred asked the detective, "Is there a way to protect her? I don't want anything to happen to her."Detective Mathew's eyes became wide with shock. "Protect her? Mr. Fred, she's the one who has been causing harm to others. Why would you want to protect her?"Fred's expression turned grave. "She's like a sister to me," he said. "I am responsible for her, and I don't want anything to happen to her."The surprise on the detective's face slowly gave way to comprehension. "I see," he said. "Well, Mr. Fred, I can offer her protection while she's in custody, but once she's released. I'm not sure what we can do."Fred nodded, his eyes full of concern. "I understand. Just do what you can, please."The detective nodded. He looked so contemplative. "I'll see what we can do, Mr. Fred. But I have to ask, are you sure you want to do this? She's caused a lot of harm to people you care about."Fred's jaw clamped down tightly, his eyes flashing with determination. "Positive," he said. "She's like a sis
Fred's eyes never left Bella's face and a mixture of shock and sadness was written all over his face. "Everyone, please leave us alone for a minute," he said in a whispered tone.The detective had looked indecisive but nodded, gesturing to his officers to leave the room. "We'll be right outside, Mr. Fred," he said.As the door shut behind them, Fred turned back to Bella. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice trembling. "How can you say that?"Bella laughed coldly and mirthlessly. "You don't get it, do you?" she spat. "You never have. You've always been so blind, so oblivious to everything around you."He took a step closer, his hands extending toward her. "Bella, please. just tell me what's wrong. What have I done to hurt you so?"Bella's eyes suddenly flashed with anger, and she rose to her feet, her body etched with tension. "You want to know what you have done?" she repeated. "You want to know the worst thing you've ever done to me?"Fred nodded, his heart beating in his chest in