“You have no right to hurt her. She cannot be responsible for what you are accusing her of!”I peel my eyes at the sight of Joe holding the woman’s hand in the air, his eyes bleeping wrath on her. He looks like he can slap the shit out of the woman if she tries that again. That explains why I didn’t feel the impact of that slap. I have been waiting for it for ages. From the bottom of my heart, I really appreciate what this man has done for me in the few hours he has been back. His return was indeed planned by the gods. It came at the right moment.The woman yanks her hand from him, and he lets go of her. She takes a step back, fuming mad with rage. His face is blindingly red from ear to ear. “She is a shameless woman! She has been throwing herself at my husband and threatening him with the power that her family holds if he tries to break up with her. And now that he finally had the courage to risk it all and break up with her, this shameless woman almost killed him! She deserves a sev
I cross my hands on my chest, taking a step forward to these two conniving devil’s incarnates. “Well, accuse me of anything you want, but you cannot crash me with mere lies. My conscience is clean. Take this to any court or anywhere you want; I am ready for this battle. But I swear on my dear mother’s name, the moment I manage to prove that this is all a conspiracy.” I fix my gaze on the woman who is now shaken. “You will not be able to pay for the damage that you have caused me. Neither will you have anywhere to hide.”I give her time to digest my words, and gauge her take on this. She just stares at me as if she does not believe what I said. Well, she can think whatever she wants, but Belladine Montana does not give empty promises. Someday she will wish she did not cross my path!“Will you keep denying even when the truth has come to light?” The voice of this father devil makes the air crackle.I lift up my cold eyes to him. Looking at him, I inwardly wonder where all the feelings I
I curl up in bed, enveloping myself in the warmth of the duvet as I breathe in the cold air of the harsh reality pressing me from all sides of this life. I stare blankly at the wall; you would think that my mind is barren of any thoughts. But on the contrary, my head is a chaotic whirlwind of a thousand thoughts crashing against each other.The shame. The immense despair. And the deep regrets of even things that I had no control over that led me to this situation. These past three days have been nothing short of a blur, a dense nightmare that will take a whole lot of time for me to wake up from.I have cried until my eyes feel like dry pools now. I have banged my head with questions that I still have not found answers to.Joe strolls in with a tray of something that smells so mouthwatering, but only for people who have appetites, and I am not included. I lost my appetite three days ago. I am hungry, but I am afraid this suffocating situation will make me puke everything I put into my
“I am sorry,” he says with utmost sincerity—the very first time I am sensing sincerity in him. “I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. But look, believe me, you are giving that jerk more pleasure if you continue like this. Please, eat. For your own sake. You need enough strength to be able to stand up on your feet again. Because I know Belladine Montana does not stay on the ground. This is not you, and this is not beyond you, B.”He is right. I am not someone who is easily weighed down by things like this. But then, this is too much. I have never been in such a dilema. I have never been this cornered. I have never been in such a deep sh*t. I feel like I am really drowning. I know I should rise above all this. I know I must. I know I will. But where do I start? My name is all covered in mud. Stained. Covered is lust. Where do I begin cleaning?“Dad is worried about you.”I snap out of my engrossed thoughts at Joe’s words. Dad? “He is?” I ask, curiosity rising in me with every secon
My race is weirdly racing as I stare at other people in my life. I am trying so hard to piece together the pieces of the chaotic puzzle that my life has become and trying to mull over why he is still here and so calm. Why does his return feel like a mystery? It was a somehow sweet mystery because I would still be swimming in the dark of the betrayal playing right under my nose.The room seems to close with every single second that passes by, and yet, I can't seem to read anything about his father. The questions still hang like heavy clouds in my head.“You are staring. Is anything the matter?” Joe breaks the silence after a long moment of pure stare and lull, staring back as he tries to gauge my facial idioms.Why would I not be staring with mental confusion like this? This is all so puzzling. Even why he is helping me is so obstinate to what I would have anticipated. How he remains unagitated and cool like a cucumber in this quagmire is yet another mystery that I need to understand.
But his composure is challenging all my contradicting thoughts; the way his beguiling deep stare is unbreaking from me even when I am trying everything to break it speaks volumes. It is like he wants our eyes to remain locked. Like he is trying to explain something through eye contact. Like…like…ooh my! What is going on here?I look away, but only for a minute, because I am snapped back by his presence as he perches himself beside me, leaving zero distance between us. And again, our eyes don’t even struggle to find each other. They engange in this deep stare, diving into the deepest depths to excavate the secrets behind what is happening.But what is even there to unearth? There shouldn’t be anything. But everything is challenging my believe in all aspects. The mere fact that we shouldn’t be this close yet we are and the mere fact that we shouldn’t be staring at each other like yet we can’t seem to want to break this spell are enough reasons that there is something that was born by hi
If there has been a time in my entire life that I was confused, it is now. Nothing that is happening is ringing a bell to me at all. Not how I could have fallen for that mother fucker and how not-pleasant I could not see beneath his mask. Not how a heartbreak was capable of almost turning Mr. into a murderer. How did Joe come into the picture and become my beacon of hope and solace? That is a puzzle I don’t know how I will crack. The sudden change of mood and the rift between me and Janie? I still don’t get a shit about that. I have been checking my phone since several days ago.Today, when the rays of the morning sun stroked me up from my not pleasant slumber, I checked again. And still, not a single call from Jane. Not a text. Not even a ‘how are you coping up’ knowing what I am facing. And that is definitely not her. I had sworn to just deal with this mess and not call, but I had to swallow that pride toady. So, I called two times, but she ignored my calls for the very first time s
Forget about the last two annoying words. Is he trying to be insultive or something? Who exactly is he to judge me?“Listen, Joe!” I start boldly, fuming inwardly with disapproval at the choice of his words. “If you are here, it is because you want to. So mind your business while I mind mine. I will handle my shit the way I want and at my own pace. Fuck off my case already!”His right eyebrows raise up, forming a very admirable curve above his eye that gives his face a sinfully adorable look. Were it not for his annoying smugness that is choking my demons, I would have gotten lost in taking in his features.“And, what is funny?” I quiz, crinkling my brows at his unsettling reaction.“It is funny how you lie, B!” he states confidently, taking some slow, deliberate steps forward, while I am drawn into awe.I am lying. About why he is here, or about me wanting him to mind his fucking business, or is it about me saying that I can handle my shit? Which is which exactly?“Not another step!”
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
Joe leans his head against mine, his shoulders trembling. "What if it's not enough? What if she never wakes up?"His words are laced with despair, and it pierces through me like a blade. I've seen Joe face countless dangers with unwavering resolve, but seeing him now, breaking under the weight of his mother's condition shatters something in me."We can't think like that," I whisper fiercely, holding him tighter. "She definitely will get through this, Joe. And so are you. You have to believe that she will come back to us."Joe takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling against mine. When he pulls away, his eyes are bloodshot, but there's a flicker of determination in them. He nods, brushing the tears from his face. "You're right. We'll fight for her."I place a soft kiss on Katherine's hand, as if it could somehow transfer strength to her. "I'll leave you two alone for a bit," I say, standing up and giving Joe's shoulder one last squeeze.He nods without looking at me, his focus
I stroll into Katherine’s room, the weight of the situation feeling like a beardown on me. My legs are just shuffling, without enough strength. My heart is heavy, with the aftermath of my actions. If that cursed relationship between me and Joe did not exist, if I never met that son of a bitch, all this chaos would never have happened. That accident would never have happened. We would not have resulted to go into hiding and make everyone believe that we were dead for three good weeks. And my father and Katherine would not have been hurt and tormented like this.I sit beside her, her state still the same, still, with her eyes shut. Looking at her, I blame myself for this. It is not only Joe that I dragged into my web of problems, but his mother as well. I am ruining their lives; the lives of everyone that means so dear to me hang in the balance of jeopardy because of me. I can’t even tell how this will end. I can’t tell who is next to be dragged into this. I already have Mr. Jonathan an
JOE’S POVThe sun is low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the horizon. The cave is quiet; the only sound the crackling of the fire and the distant rustle of leaves in the breeze. Bella and I sit together, the weight of the decision to leave heavy between us. The journey ahead is uncertain and full of risks and dangers, but it’s time. We can’t stay here forever.Jayden stands by the entrance, his posture tense as he watches the path ahead, like he’s waiting for something. His face is drawn, serious, but his eyes betray the worry he’s trying to hide. He’s been nothing but helpful to us during this time, but I know he’s concerned. I can feel it in the air, thick like the smoke from the fire.“Joe,” Bella says, her voice soft, almost a whisper. She looks at me, her eyes searching mine. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to cause more trouble. I don’t want to put anyone else in danger. Not after everything that’s happened.”I take her hand in mine, squeezing it gently. “We don’t ha