*FLASHBACK*“Please, I beg you, don’t do this.” My mother’s voice cracks with desperation, her hands trembling as she clutches the front of his shirt. “We are your family. A distinguished family with a name to protect. I am your only wife, and our daughter, Bella, is your only child. How can you tell me that you have some woman and another child somewhere?”“Dad has another family?" I think out loud, covering my mouth and hoping that I wasn’t too loud, which, gladly, I wasn’t because they didn’t hear me. That is quite some news. They don’t know that I am here, and that allows me the privilege to get more news.My father stands tall, his face tinged with some regret. “Mariam, I am sorry, but it is what it is, and I could no longer bear keeping you in the dark.”He reaches for my mother’s face, which is drenched in tears. It is the very first time I have seen my mother cry. The first time I saw my father hurt my mother like this. This is tearing me into pieces too. I am hurt too. I am h
We are seated on the couch. We just prepared one because I know this conversation will not be easy. Staring at Joe, my heart continued pounding with the weight of the memories I had long been buried. I know the truth will hurt him, but I guess he finally deserves to know where my hatred for him and his mother was drawn from. He has it. I owe him that."Talk to me," He says after a long while.I take in a deep breath, my eyes averting his. "You and your mother were the cause of our family's rift, Joe." I blurt out, my voice shaking. The words feel heavy, but there is no stopping them. Joe sits still, his eyes filled with hurt and confusion, just like I anticipated"You were a mistake that was not supposed to happen," I continue, trying to keep my voice steady. "As young as I was, I had grown so attached and possessive of my family. And then I just overheard the breaking news that another child was about to sneak into my family and I had to share my family with him. That alone was somet
Joe's hands remain on my face, his touch soft but steady, as if he is afraid I might disappear. His eyes, usually so strong and unshakable, are now filled with something delicate—guilt, regret, and a tenderness I have never seen before which I understand because the truth is just drowning on him just now. All along he perhaps thought I was a sick jealous bitch to drag the hatred to such extremities.“I am the one who should ask for forgiveness, Bella,” Joe says, his voice thick with emotion. “For all the pain I have caused you. For being the reason your family broke apart. For the loss of your mother.”I shake my head, but he doesn’t stop.“From the moment I came into your life, everything changed for you," he continues. "Your mother... she suffered because of me, and I hate that I was part of that. I hate that I was the one who made your life so hard. I regret that I am the reason you lost her.”His words make my heart ache. I can see the torment in his eyes, the weight he has been c
Would I ever forsake this man?There is nothing even to think about that. Nothing to mull over at all. I will never, ever forsake come whatever may. He is my life. My great love. My sweet forbidden love. And to him, I will stick until the end of the world. And even in the afterlife, I want a life with no one else but him.I open my mouth to give him my sincere response, but before I can say anything, a sudden loud bang at the door echoes through the house, jerking us apart from each other as we spring to our feet.Joe frowns, and so do I. We trade a questioning glance, wondering who could have visited us here.The banging continues, making it unbearable. Joe moves quickly toward the door, while I freeze, my heart thundering in my chest. Something feels off, like a cold, creeping dread. Well, this has been my life for the past weeks and I hate that I can't live in peace.I trail behind Joe to see who it is at the door. "Who could that be?" Joe mutters, already reaching for the doorknob
Would I ever forsake this man?There is nothing even to think about that. Nothing to mull over at all. I will never, ever forsake come whatever may. He is my life. My great love. My sweet forbidden love. And to him, I will stick until the end of the world. And even in the afterlife, I want a life with no one else but him.I open my mouth to give him my sincere response, but before I can say anything, a sudden loud bang at the door echoes through the house, jerking us apart from each other as we spring to our feet.Joe frowns, and so do I. We trade a questioning glance, wondering who could have visited us here.The banging continues, making it unbearable. Joe moves quickly toward the door, while I freeze, my heart thundering in my chest. Something feels off, like a cold, creeping dread. Well, this has been my life for the past weeks and I hate that I can't live in peace.I trail behind Joe to see who it is at the door. "Who could that be?" Joe mutters, already reaching for the doorknob
“Ooh, I understand,” She speaks again, “You can’t ask for money from your parents because they don’t know about what their beloved children are doing under the sheets, huh! How about I start with them? I think it is only fair I alert them rather than risk them suffering heart attacks when the video goes viral.”“You better not involve them, Janie, or I will…”“You will do what, Joe?”The nerve of the wretched bitch!I take a good mount air, calming myself. “I don’t have that of money at the moment, but I will figure it out. Just don’t drag Bella or our parents to this?”“Well, for your parents, I can think about leaving them out of this because I can anticipate the harm that this news would cause them. But that Bella, she is the sole-fucking reason why we are doing this so there is no exception for her. She has to feel the pain of her betrayal!”“But I am giving you what you want so you should leave her alone!!!” I scream through the phone.“Just don’t take long figuring my money out,
It is late at night, and all I have been doing is tossing and turning on this weak bed. I thank God I was taken to a private cell. I pull myself up and sit on the cold, hard bench in this gawddamed dirty cell, unable to sleep. I would be lying is I say that I have any hopes of getting even a drop of sleep this long night. I know I won't.I try to think of Joe and what he is hiding from me. Is it something connected to my arrest? Is he worried about how our parents will receive the news of my accusations? Or what got him so worried?Suddenly, the sound of keys turning in the lock pulls me from my thoughts. The door creaks open, and a guard steps in. "Come out. You have a visitor," his gruffy voice echoes in the small room.My heart skips a beat. A visitor? At this hour? How is it even possible that the police allowed a visitor in at this hour?Maybe Joe? Maybe he has some good news? Maybe he has found a way to get me out of this nightmare in the middle of the night? Or maybe our parent
The night screams with silence and dread—the loneliness I have never felt before. I sit up on the bed, my back leaning against the bed as I stare at the blank walls of this room. I miss her so much. I curse the fact that she had to spend the night in that cold, dirty place. And I curse that bastard for pulling such a long one on us. How dare he do this to Bella? Up until now, I respected Bella’s decision to let her handle that moronic son of a motherfucker on her own. But not anymore. This bastard will know that he messed with the wrong person. Nobody messes with my woman and goes scott-free. I will show him what it means to mess with someone that is not even yours. Someone that you should not dream of. I can’t believe that Jerk has the guts to hurt her after everything he has reaped from her. Sick bastard! I would blow his brains out if it wasn’t a crime!Suddenly, I hear a loud knock at the door that jerks me up from the bed. It is not a polite knock but a heavy, aggressive one. An
The drive has been deadly silent. The night feels as if it is closing in on me. Joe does not look happy with me at all, or at least, he is not okay. He had been avoiding looking my way ever since we got into this car half an hour ago. I want to talk to him so badly because I understand that I fucked up by leaving him in the dark and following my crazy ideas. And I know that hurt him so badly. That was his ego that I touched by trusting Jayden over him.I was about to speak when my phone buzzed on my lap, and I grabbed it fast, checking the message.It is from Jayden. 'I now accept that I will never have a place in your heart. It hurts, but I have to accept it. Thank you for the time that I spent with you. I will never forget that because they are worth keeping. You were right. It is best if we go our separate ways. I may have lost you, but I still have that one drive-justice for my mother. That will keep me going. Good luck to whoever gets to our target first!!!' Yours, Jayden.Shit!
“I thought she was totally disconnected from us. I am glad that she is still with us,” Joe says, a small smile playing on his lips.This feels so overwhelming! We have a new hope, and this can never feel any good. As if pulled by a certain force, I move closer, sealing the gap between us, and I reach for his lips, kissing him gently, a kiss of assurance. He does not waste time but captures my lips, returning the kiss with the same gentleness and passion.Jayden clears his throat from behind me, reminding us that we are not in our own world as we thought. Unwillingly, we break the kiss, and we take a moment to just admire each other, again, forgetting that there is someone else in the room.“We should start heading home. We don’t know when Father will be awake,” Joe says, and I nod my head.“Well, excuse me, here!” Jayden speaks, making us turn to him. He looks pissed, and his looks speak of disapproval.“Mr. Man, what is she now, huh? Something you can control the way you want? Are yo
I take a shaky breath, the weight of the room pressing down on me like a storm ready to explode. My eyes dart between Joe and Jayden, their standoff pulling me into a whirlpool of confusion and dread. Every nerve in my body feels raw, screaming with fear. Things never end well whenever these two clash. I hid from Joe and ran off with Jayden, and I could see the anger and suspicion in Joe’s eyes, which made today’s encounter feel even worse.Joe’s eyes burn into mine, searching for answers I can’t give him right now. His presence feels overwhelming, his possessiveness like chains tightening around me. Jayden stands tall, his calm demeanor barely masking the fire beneath. He has always been the rational one, the protector, but now he is as much a threat to my fragile sanity as Joe is.“Joe,” I finally manage to whisper, my voice trembling. “What are you doing here? How did you…”“How did I find you two?” He cuts me off, his voice calm but harsh. “Of all the things you could do, Bella, y
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