In the months following that fateful night with Bella, Reid had thrown himself into his work, burying the memory of their passionate encounter beneath piles of paperwork and endless business meetings. He had always prided himself on being a man in control, one who never let emotions or desires cloud his judgment. But Bella had shattered his carefully constructed façade, exposing a part of him he had tried to forget.The devil inside him whispered tempting thoughts in the dead of the night, urging him to reach out to her. To reclaim the fiery passion they had shared. But Reid knew better. He was a man with a dark history, tainted, a reputation for ruthlessness in the corporate world. He was no good to her, and their realities were worlds apart.Despite his efforts to move on, the company of other women had left him feeling empty and unsatisfied. Even the most beautiful and skilled of his usual companions couldn't ignite the same fiery passion that had sparked between him and Bella.And
Reid stormed out of the café, his frustration and anger festering with each step he took. The streets of the city, usually so familiar and comforting, now felt cold and unwelcoming. He needed to escape, to put distance between himself and the source of his turmoil. With a clenched jaw, he flung open the door of his car and slid inside as he directed the driver to take him to the private airstrip.The ride was a blur as Reid's mind raced. The betrayal he had just experienced cut deep, and he couldn't shake the feeling of having been deceived. Bella, the daughter of his friend, someone he had grown fond of beyond just their shared passions, had attempted to manipulate him. It was a revelation that left a bitter taste in his mouth.Once he reached the airstrip and boarded his private jet, Reid finally had some solitude in which to gather his thoughts. The hum of the jet's engines and the solitude of the cabin allowed him to reflect on what had just transpired.Anger still coursed through
The coffee shop echoed with the haunting aftermath of Reid's departure. Bella sat alone at the corner table, the remnants of their meeting scattered like shattered glass. Tears flowed down her cheeks unchecked, her hands trembling as she clutched the edges of the table.The scenarios she had played out in her mind before meeting Reid had never prepared her for this level of rejection. His words, laced with anger and disdain, cut through her like a knife. The ruthless and brutal way he dismissed her left her shivering, a sense of shock and disbelief wrapping around her like a suffocating cloak.At that moment, the man she thought she knew, the man who had once held her in the tender embrace of passion, seemed like a stranger. The threats he launched before storming out lingered in the air, leaving her scared and shaken to the core. She never anticipated that Reid, the one she had let into the most intimate corners of her heart, would treat her with such cruelty.Her heart bled as she s
Time moved in a relentless march, indifferent to Bella's internal struggles. Two weeks had slipped away since the day she met Reid, and the passing days seemed like a blur of routine and emptiness. Numbness had settled into her bones, and each day felt like an eternity, as if someone else inhabited her body, navigating through the motions of life.The one constant anchor in this sea of turmoil was the life growing inside her—a tiny beacon of hope in a storm of uncertainty. As Bella religiously took her vitamins, a routine developed not out of joy but out of necessity, she found solace in the undeniable reality of the life within her. The baby, oblivious to the chaos surrounding its conception, grew steadily, a silent companion in Bella's solitude.Medical appointments became both a reassurance and a reminder. The heartbeat echoing in the doctor's office provided a melody of life amidst the discord of emotions. Each visit was a tangible affirmation that, amidst the shattered dreams, a
The moment hung in the air, pregnant with tension, as Bella mustered the courage to share her life-altering secret with her parents. The dining room, typically a place of familial connection, now felt like a battleground of conflicting emotions."I'm pregnant," Bella uttered, her voice quivering under the weight of the revelation.Her mother's eyes widened, aghast, while her father's face contorted into a mask of disbelief. The room seemed to freeze, the air thickening with unspoken judgment."Pregnant?" her mother exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and fury. "Bella, this is unacceptable! Do you realize what you've done?!"Her father, sitting stoically, suddenly rose from his chair, his face turning an alarming shade of red. "How could you be so foolish?" he thundered. "Do you have any idea what this means for our family?"Bella, caught in the storm of their rage, struggled to maintain her composure. "I didn't plan for this, but I won't hide the truth. I need your support," she plead
The revelation of her parents' nefarious plan left Bella in a state of shock. The sanctuary of her childhood home had been transformed into a breeding ground for deception and betrayal. As she stood in the shadows, absorbing the magnitude of their sinister plot, a profound realization struck her – the ties that bound a family had frayed beyond repair.The muffled voices of her parents, discussing her fate as if she were an inconvenience to be dealt with, reverberated in her mind. The very people who should have offered solace and support were plotting to deceive her, to erase any trace of her unborn child from their meticulously crafted facade of respectability.Unable to comprehend the depths of their betrayal, Bella retreated into the darkness, her movements cautious to avoid any noise that might betray her eavesdropping. Once safely inside her room, she locked the door, seeking refuge from the impending storm that brewed within her own home.Seated on the edge of her bed, shrouded
The rhythmic hum of the Greyhound bus became a backdrop to Bella's internal turmoil. As she travelled further away from New York, her anxiety lessened, but the uncertainty of her destination loomed long. The constant motion of the bus provided a semblance of control in a situation spiralling out of it.The hours blurred into one another. Bella kept her head low, occasionally glancing out the window at unfamiliar landscapes, each passing mile amplifying the weight of her decisions. She felt both liberated and confined within the narrow confines of her seat.During brief stops, she cautiously stepped off the bus to purchase essentials—water, snacks, necessities for the journey ahead. The fear of being recognized or traced lingered, prompting her to minimize exposure and interaction. It was a paranoid dance, but her motherly instincts propelled her to err on the side of caution.At one particular stop, Bella couldn't resist the urge to stretch her legs. She observed the surroundings from
After more than two days of relentless travel and hiding, Bella found herself in Dallas, Texas. The decision to choose Texas was a strategic one—geographically distant from her family and based on the availability of departing buses. The journey had left her feeling dirty, smelly, hungry, and emotionally drained. When the bus finally pulled into Dallas, the midday sun beat down on her, signalling a reprieve from the confines of her seat.Dragging her backpack behind her, Bella made her way to a nearby cheap diner. The sign flickered, and the scent of greasy food wafted through the air. The bell above the door jingled as she entered, drawing the attention of the few patrons scattered across the worn-out booths.Seated at a corner table, Bella ordered a simple meal—soup and a cheese sandwich. The waitress, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, eyed her with a mixture of concern and empathy."Are you okay, honey?" the waitress asked.Bella, feeling the weight of exhaustion and hunger, nodd