"It is not about what I want, Jayden," I say finally, my voice trembling but firm. "Because if that was the case, I would stay right here.""Then what is it? Don't you trust me? Us?" He asks."It also not about trust, because I saw how you fought for us even when we were merely strangers to you, and even when you and Joe crashed on every single thing. This is about what I have to do. What needs to be done for the greater good of everyone? I will never forgive myself if something happens to Joe, you, and everyone else because of me. I want to prevent that at all costs.""Even if you have to hurt him? Can you bear Joe being mad at you? The man has a temper and an ego, you know. This might cause a rift between you two. So, can you handle it?"Temper and ego? I am aware of that. And I am actually more worried about how Joe will react to this than Jayden is. But as I said, I have to do this. Love is understanding. He will get mad at first, but I am sure he will understand why I had to do t
I hear his footsteps before I see him, the sound slow but deliberate, each step carrying the weight of emotions I am not ready to face. When I glance up, our gazes lock. He is standing a few feet away, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the porch light, but his cool does not stop me from springing to face, shaking.“Dad? How…how long have you been there?” I ask, and I think the best question would have how much he has heard.He walks closer, standing a step in front of me. His expression not changing. “Not much, but I am curious about the little that I heard.”That made me to breath out the air I did not know I was holding, releaf washing over me. Thank goodness that was all that he heard. He can never know about me and Joe. I hope he never does because he will not only be disaapointed at us, but that will kill him too. Then again, for how long will we manage to keep this a secret now that we are all under the same roof?“Bella,” my father speaks, his voice steady yet tinged wi
I swallow hard, my throat tight. “The scandals, Dad. The rumors. The pains I have gone through. The humiliations and the shame I have endured and caused you and the rest. For every injustice that I have gone through, Dad. I want revenge on that man who made me go through all that for nothing! But I cannot do that here. I need to be far away from you all so that he does not come after you. I will deal with him without involving anyone.”He exhales sharply, standing up and pacing a few steps away before turning back to face me. His eyes are dark, intense, filled with a mix of frustration and pain.“Do you hear yourself?” he says, his voice shaking. “You think leaving will fix everything? You think running away will protect us? First, I will not let you do something as crazy as that.”“I am trying to protect you!” I snap, standing up so we are eye to eye. “Don’t you see that? If I stay, the scandals will keep growing, and the people targeting me won’t stop. If they know I have ressurrect
The soft glow of moonlight spills through my bedroom window, casting long shadows across the room. My heart hammers in my chest as I zip my bag, the last one to precise, trying to keep my hands steady. Every sound—the rustle of fabric, the faint creak of the floorboards beneath my feet—feels deafening.If anyone hears me, this is over before it even begins. If my father knows that I am already packing, he will pull all strings to drag the entire police force here to stop me. But before that happens, I have to escape. I know it also sounds impossible given the tight security we have here, but I must make it out of here tonight.Jayden’s plan is simple on paper, but executing it feels like threading a needle in the dark. The security here has been so tight from the start, patrolling every corner of the estate like hawks. They don’t just guard the house; they cage it. I hate it, always did. Never have I ever tried escaping, but today I am daring to, and I can’t say that I am not scared.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the small condo, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold steel of my resolve. I sit at the tiny kitchen table, cradling the mug in my hands. The condo is sparse, a temporary hideout Jayden arranged, but it is enough for now. It is a place to think, to plan. And to set the plan in motion.Jayden sits across from me, his own coffee untouched. His dark eyes study me intently, the silence between us heavy with unspoken questions. He is quite a stubborn and selfless guy. When he stopped the car last night, I thought for a moment that I was just about to save a soul from getting into more trouble because of me. But he only stopped to warn me to never ask him to abandon me ever again. That is how we ended up here, in this condo, together."So," he says finally, breaking the tension. "Do I have the right to ask what your plan is? You didn't go through all that trouble just to get out. What exactly do you want?"I meet his gaze, my grip tightening on th
The silence stretches to eternity, cutting through the space between us. Jayden looks lost, as if his mind has been triggered. He looks like there is a very painful episode playing in his mind, causing me to walk closer.“Jayden?” I call, but instead of looking at me, he shuts his eyes, pain evident. But pain over what? I just asked a question about this seemingly new character of interest in this story.Why is he triggered like this?“Talk to me, Jayden, please. Who is Desmond Erasto, and what do I have to do with him?” I ask, still sinking into confusion.I lift my head, my heart already pounding. The recent situations have taught me to brace myself for the worst lately, but nothing could prepare me for what he says next.“Desmond Erasto... he is my brother. My long-lost wicked brother!”I blink at him, the words not making sense. Actually, I am drawn into more confusion here. He has a brother? “Your brother?”Jayden nods slowly, his eyes clouded with memories. He pulls up two chair
Jayden’s gaze locks onto mine, and I see something in his eyes that chills me to the bone. His grip on my hand tightens, so hard that it is almost painful. “Because, Bella,” he says, his voice grave, “Desmond Erasto is Leon.”Time seems to stop. The name echoes in my mind, but it doesn’t connect. “What?” I say, my voice barely audible.“Leon,” Jayden repeats. “The man who has caused you so much pain, who took everything from you. The man that you are after is the same man that I have been chasing since I became a police officer.”“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “That’s not possible. That can’t be true.”“I didn’t know at first either,” Jayden admits. “He has changed his name, his appearance, everything. But the pieces began to fit when I started looking into him after everything he has done to you. The way he operates, his greed, his hunger for power—and on the day that I was attacked in the forest, he was among his goons. We had a gun exchange encounter. I bruised him so close with
I pace back and forth in the room, my fists clenched tight at my sides. My mind feels like it is spinning, and actually, it is indeed spinning badly. On one hand, I want to at least grant Jayden this one wish. After everything he has done for me, he deserves it. But how can it deny me the one thing that I can’t let go? Why did he have to ask only for this of all the things? Well, of course, with the exception of loving him. I would have really loved to grant him even just this one wish.But I can’t!My heart is burning crimson with the wrath I feel for that jerk. My desire to seek revenge for what that moron did to me is unquenchable and unstoppable. That is why I had to even run away from my father just so I could achieve this. How can I just drop it like that?“You and I know that Leon is not alone in this, Bella,” Jayden starts again, standing so close to me, his voice soft. “He has people, and you also mentioned that some of the people have other motives to want to hurt you. You c
I pace back and forth in the room, my fists clenched tight at my sides. My mind feels like it is spinning, and actually, it is indeed spinning badly. On one hand, I want to at least grant Jayden this one wish. After everything he has done for me, he deserves it. But how can it deny me the one thing that I can’t let go? Why did he have to ask only for this of all the things? Well, of course, with the exception of loving him. I would have really loved to grant him even just this one wish.But I can’t!My heart is burning crimson with the wrath I feel for that jerk. My desire to seek revenge for what that moron did to me is unquenchable and unstoppable. That is why I had to even run away from my father just so I could achieve this. How can I just drop it like that?“You and I know that Leon is not alone in this, Bella,” Jayden starts again, standing so close to me, his voice soft. “He has people, and you also mentioned that some of the people have other motives to want to hurt you. You c
Jayden’s gaze locks onto mine, and I see something in his eyes that chills me to the bone. His grip on my hand tightens, so hard that it is almost painful. “Because, Bella,” he says, his voice grave, “Desmond Erasto is Leon.”Time seems to stop. The name echoes in my mind, but it doesn’t connect. “What?” I say, my voice barely audible.“Leon,” Jayden repeats. “The man who has caused you so much pain, who took everything from you. The man that you are after is the same man that I have been chasing since I became a police officer.”“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “That’s not possible. That can’t be true.”“I didn’t know at first either,” Jayden admits. “He has changed his name, his appearance, everything. But the pieces began to fit when I started looking into him after everything he has done to you. The way he operates, his greed, his hunger for power—and on the day that I was attacked in the forest, he was among his goons. We had a gun exchange encounter. I bruised him so close with
The silence stretches to eternity, cutting through the space between us. Jayden looks lost, as if his mind has been triggered. He looks like there is a very painful episode playing in his mind, causing me to walk closer.“Jayden?” I call, but instead of looking at me, he shuts his eyes, pain evident. But pain over what? I just asked a question about this seemingly new character of interest in this story.Why is he triggered like this?“Talk to me, Jayden, please. Who is Desmond Erasto, and what do I have to do with him?” I ask, still sinking into confusion.I lift my head, my heart already pounding. The recent situations have taught me to brace myself for the worst lately, but nothing could prepare me for what he says next.“Desmond Erasto... he is my brother. My long-lost wicked brother!”I blink at him, the words not making sense. Actually, I am drawn into more confusion here. He has a brother? “Your brother?”Jayden nods slowly, his eyes clouded with memories. He pulls up two chair
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the small condo, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold steel of my resolve. I sit at the tiny kitchen table, cradling the mug in my hands. The condo is sparse, a temporary hideout Jayden arranged, but it is enough for now. It is a place to think, to plan. And to set the plan in motion.Jayden sits across from me, his own coffee untouched. His dark eyes study me intently, the silence between us heavy with unspoken questions. He is quite a stubborn and selfless guy. When he stopped the car last night, I thought for a moment that I was just about to save a soul from getting into more trouble because of me. But he only stopped to warn me to never ask him to abandon me ever again. That is how we ended up here, in this condo, together."So," he says finally, breaking the tension. "Do I have the right to ask what your plan is? You didn't go through all that trouble just to get out. What exactly do you want?"I meet his gaze, my grip tightening on th
The soft glow of moonlight spills through my bedroom window, casting long shadows across the room. My heart hammers in my chest as I zip my bag, the last one to precise, trying to keep my hands steady. Every sound—the rustle of fabric, the faint creak of the floorboards beneath my feet—feels deafening.If anyone hears me, this is over before it even begins. If my father knows that I am already packing, he will pull all strings to drag the entire police force here to stop me. But before that happens, I have to escape. I know it also sounds impossible given the tight security we have here, but I must make it out of here tonight.Jayden’s plan is simple on paper, but executing it feels like threading a needle in the dark. The security here has been so tight from the start, patrolling every corner of the estate like hawks. They don’t just guard the house; they cage it. I hate it, always did. Never have I ever tried escaping, but today I am daring to, and I can’t say that I am not scared.
I swallow hard, my throat tight. “The scandals, Dad. The rumors. The pains I have gone through. The humiliations and the shame I have endured and caused you and the rest. For every injustice that I have gone through, Dad. I want revenge on that man who made me go through all that for nothing! But I cannot do that here. I need to be far away from you all so that he does not come after you. I will deal with him without involving anyone.”He exhales sharply, standing up and pacing a few steps away before turning back to face me. His eyes are dark, intense, filled with a mix of frustration and pain.“Do you hear yourself?” he says, his voice shaking. “You think leaving will fix everything? You think running away will protect us? First, I will not let you do something as crazy as that.”“I am trying to protect you!” I snap, standing up so we are eye to eye. “Don’t you see that? If I stay, the scandals will keep growing, and the people targeting me won’t stop. If they know I have ressurrect
I hear his footsteps before I see him, the sound slow but deliberate, each step carrying the weight of emotions I am not ready to face. When I glance up, our gazes lock. He is standing a few feet away, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the porch light, but his cool does not stop me from springing to face, shaking.“Dad? How…how long have you been there?” I ask, and I think the best question would have how much he has heard.He walks closer, standing a step in front of me. His expression not changing. “Not much, but I am curious about the little that I heard.”That made me to breath out the air I did not know I was holding, releaf washing over me. Thank goodness that was all that he heard. He can never know about me and Joe. I hope he never does because he will not only be disaapointed at us, but that will kill him too. Then again, for how long will we manage to keep this a secret now that we are all under the same roof?“Bella,” my father speaks, his voice steady yet tinged wi
"It is not about what I want, Jayden," I say finally, my voice trembling but firm. "Because if that was the case, I would stay right here.""Then what is it? Don't you trust me? Us?" He asks."It also not about trust, because I saw how you fought for us even when we were merely strangers to you, and even when you and Joe crashed on every single thing. This is about what I have to do. What needs to be done for the greater good of everyone? I will never forgive myself if something happens to Joe, you, and everyone else because of me. I want to prevent that at all costs.""Even if you have to hurt him? Can you bear Joe being mad at you? The man has a temper and an ego, you know. This might cause a rift between you two. So, can you handle it?"Temper and ego? I am aware of that. And I am actually more worried about how Joe will react to this than Jayden is. But as I said, I have to do this. Love is understanding. He will get mad at first, but I am sure he will understand why I had to do t
The night sky is clear, the moon glowing bright and casting a silvery light over everything around us. The stars are scattered like tiny diamonds on a black canvas, and the quiet hum of crickets fills the air. Jayden and I sit outside the mansion on an old wooden bench, the chilly breeze brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. It is peaceful; actually, this was my mother’s favorite spot. I remember all the stories we shared, all the memories that are still treasured deep in my heart. Memories, really never die. It has been years, yet it feels like it was just yesterday that we sat here, talking, laughing, and making memories.I glance at Jayden from the corner of my eye. He is sitting beside me, his hands resting on his knees, his posture rigid. He looks like he is lost in thought, his gaze fixed somewhere far beyond the darkness.I would have loved to be with Joe right now. My Joe. My sweet Joe. A slight smile sweeps across my lips at the thought of him, but it fades