How can I entertain other men getting this comfortable to me? I already found my safe haven. I already found love and I am comfortable there. I don’t need any other comfort from any boy else.“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I lie, my voice steady, but only just.Jayden chuckles, low and humorless. “Oh, you do, Bella.” He places the skewer back over the fire and turns his head toward me, his gaze searing. “I am not stupid. I see the way you flinch when I am near. The way you can’t even meet my eyes. What are you so afraid of, Bella?”I force myself to look at him, even though every instinct screams at me to run. “I am not afraid of you,” I say, trying to sound firm. “You are just imagining things. You always do.”He studies me for a long moment, his eyes searching mine as if he is peeling back my defenses layer by layer. Then, without warning, he shifts closer. Much closer. His thigh presses against mine, and his hand comes to rest on my waist. My breath catches as his finge
Joe’s shoulders are stiff as he stares at Jayden, his hands curling into fists at his sides. I can feel the tension rolling off him like a thunderstorm about to erupt. The air between them crackles with unspoken accusations, and I stand frozen, caught between the two men, unsure of what to say or do.“You are working for her, aren’t you?” Joe’s voice is low and dangerous, like the calm before the storm.Jayden smirks, his arms crossed casually over his chest. “Working for who?” he says, feigning innocence.“Don’t play dumb with me,” Joe snaps, his voice rising. “Janie. You’re her lackey, aren’t you? Sent here to watch us, to deliver us to her when the time is right.”Jayden’s smirk doesn’t falter, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—unease? Guilt? I can’t tell. “That’s quite the theory, Joe. Do you have any proof to back it up, or are you just grasping at straws?”Joe takes a step closer, his jaw clenched so tight I think it might snap. “I don’t need proof. I know how Janie
Joe and I sit in silence after Jayden leaves, the tension in the air almost suffocating. His words linger, cutting deep into my thoughts and stirring up a whirlwind of emotions I can’t quite sort through. Joe leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his head in his hands. He looks so lost, so broken, and it terrifies me.I reach out, placing a hand on his shoulder. He flinches slightly at my touch but doesn’t pull away. “Joe,” I say softly, my voice trembling. “Talk to me. What’s going on? What are you not telling me?”He doesn’t lift his head, but his voice comes out muffled and heavy. “I thought I could handle it,” he murmurs. “I thought I could protect you.”“Protect me from what?” I press, my frustration mounting. “From Janie? From the mess she’s dragging us into? Joe, I can’t help you if you keep shutting me out!”Joe finally sits up, his eyes bloodshot and filled with a storm of emotions. “Bella, you don’t understand. This isn’t just about her—it’s about everything. The t
Joe stands, pacing the room with a newfound intensity. His movements are sharp, his jaw clenched. I can tell he’s already piecing things together in his mind, but I can also see the weight of it pressing down on him.“We need to start with Jayden,” he says, his voice firm. “He knows too much. If he’s working for Janie, he’ll slip up eventually.”“And if he’s not?” I ask, watching him carefully.Joe stops, his expression hard. “Then he needs to prove it. Because until then, I don’t trust him.”I nod slowly, though doubt churns in my stomach. Jayden has been nothing but kind to me since we arrived here, but Joe’s right—his connection to Janie makes him a threat. Trusting him blindly could cost us everything.The sound of a door creaking pulls us both from our thoughts. Jayden steps into the room, his face unreadable. He looks between us, sensing the tension in the air. “I assume you’re not done interrogating me,” he says dryly, crossing his arms.Joe steps forward, his posture tense. “Y
The tension in the room is still heavy, even though Joe has stopped pacing, and Jayden has settled against the wall with his arms crossed. Neither of them says a word, but I can feel their emotions simmering just below the surface. I sit on the edge of the bed, my legs folded underneath me, watching them both. My nerves are on edge, but I force myself to stay calm.Jayden finally breaks the silence. His voice is steady but laced with weariness. “You both deserve to know the truth about why I’m here.”Joe straightens up immediately, his eyes narrowing. “About time.”Jayden ignores the jab and focuses on me instead. “Bella, your father hired me.”My heart skips a beat. “My father?”Jayden nods. “Yes. After your scandal went viral, he didn’t believe the story Leon spread about you. He thought something wasn’t right, so he hired me to investigate Leon. That’s why I was at the resort that day, keeping an eye on him. That’s also how I got pulled into all of this.”I feel the floor tilt bene
The room falls into a tense silence after Jayden drops the bombshell that my father hired him. I glance at Joe, whose face is hard, his jaw clenched tight. He doesn’t trust Jayden, not even a little, and honestly, I don’t blame him. After everything we’ve been through, it’s hard to believe anyone anymore.Jayden leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching us both. He’s calm, collected, like he’s waiting for the next move. But I see something else in his eyes—something I can’t quite place. It’s not arrogance or defiance. It’s more like... determination.“You have got a lot of nerve,” Joe finally says, breaking the silence. His voice is low, dangerous. “Claiming you are here to help after everything you have kept from us.”Jayden doesn’t flinch. “I didn’t keep it from you to hurt you. I did it to protect Bella.”Joe lets out a bitter laugh. “Protect her? You worked with Janie to get that video. You made her life worse.”“That is not true,” Jayden replies sharply. “I di
The Montana bungalow is no longer the warm, lively home it used to be. A heavy cloud of despair hangs over the sprawling estate, suffocating everyone who steps inside. The once vibrant Katherine Montana, known for her grace and cheerful demeanor, is now a shell of her former self. Her silence is haunting, her stillness unbearable. She hasn’t spoken a single word since the news of her children’s supposed deaths.Her days are spent sitting in the sunroom, staring out at the garden she once tended with care. The flowers have withered, much like her spirit. She doesn’t eat unless coaxed, doesn’t respond to the doctors or nurses Mr. Montana has brought in to help her. She is present in body but absent in every other sense, her grief consuming her entirely.Mr. Montana stands in the doorway of the sunroom, watching his wife with a deep ache in his chest. His usually strong shoulders are slumped, his face lined with exhaustion and sorrow. He’s a man who has always prided himself on being in
The evening air in the small cabin feels tense as Jayden paces the room. Joe sits on the worn-out couch, his arms folded, watching the detective with narrowed eyes. Bella, still recovering, leans against the armrest of the couch, her gaze fixed on Jayden with a mix of curiosity and unease. Mr. Jonathan stands near the window, pretending to be engrossed in the scenery outside, but his stiff posture gives away his discomfort.Jayden’s phone vibrates on the table, breaking the silence. He glances at the screen, and his face tightens when he sees the caller ID.“It’s…it’s him,” Jayden mutters under his breath, stopping in his tracks.Joe straightens, his sharp gaze pinning Jayden. “Who?”“Your father,” Jayden replies, his voice low but strained.Bella perks up at that, her brows furrowing. “Dad?” she asks, her voice soft, tinged with a mixture of longing and pain.Jayden hesitates, his thumb hovering over the screen. The room feels heavier now, the weight of the moment pressing on everyon
"Not yet, Bella," I turn to Daniel as he speaks. Wait, the last I checked, he was in prison. When and how did he get out? "Your guy here had everything lined up for this grand ending!"Huh?I turn to Joe. "What is he talking about?"Joe takes some papers from his jacket and hands them to me. I take them, and I see Leon's name printed at the top.The only thing I get from the first few lines of the first page states that I will be the sole owner of B&L company from now on. With all the trust I have for Joe, I don't need to keep reading. Whatever he does, he always has my best interests at heart. And it seems he had well prepared for this ending more than I did. This is indeed a good closure. Soon, somehow, I will thank him dearly for all this.I throw the papers at Leon's face. "Sign them," I order, throwing the papers in front of him."What...what are these papers for? There is no way I am signing something without knowing what it is for. Besides, I need my lawyer to go through them f
I nod, my eyes not leaving Leon's as I slap the truth that he has hidden so well. "Yes. His real name is Desmond Erasto! Brother to Officer Jayden.""Officer Jayden?" Three voices chorus together, and if there is one person who is about to pee on his pants upon hearing of that name, it is this fool."Yes!" I affirm, making sure my next words drill straight to Leon. "Thanks to you, Leon or Desmond or whatever your fucking name is. Your brother is now a police officer, and guess why he became one? To seek justice for his beautiful mother, whom you killed!""Shut the fuck up!"Ooh, the jerk has the energy, the roar, huh? He looks like he would slit my throat with his claws right this second if he could. Truth indeed really hurts, right? He has hidden behind this mask for years; he has carried the guilt for years, yet he cannot face the truth."Killed? You mean the attempt on our lives was not the first murder he had attempted? He had killed before?" Joe can't believe what is happening."
The car stops in front of the strange abandoned building after a long, silent twenty-minute drive. I glance at Joe's wristwatch-it reads a quarter to midnight. The place is eerily quiet, as if no living soul has been near this mansion in decades. Or maybe ever. There is nothing else around. Just this massive, eerie structure staring back at us like it has secrets to hide. Or maybe it indeed has, if otherwise, why are we here in the middle of the night? Why did he decide to bring me here instead of taking me back to the house where I am urgently needed?"Where are we? What are we doing here?" I ask, my voice low and cautious. The silence of the place feels suffocating, like even the air is afraid to move.Joe does not answer. He does not even look at me. His eyes remain locked on the tall, shadowy building ahead. His eyes not flickering even once."What is inside that house?" I whisper again, my heart thudding harder with each second he stays quiet."Let's find out," he says, his voice
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