A beautiful smile dances on my lips as I tour my eyes around this small, traditional house in the woods that has served as my home, solace, and peace for the last couple of days. Never in my entire life could I have imagined that I, Bella Montana, could ever find myself in a place such as this and in a condition like this. But here I am, humbled like this. Life indeed is a mystery.The small house feels more alive than before, and every single day now looks brighter than the previous. The darkness is fading, and so are the fears, as Joe has been awake for four days now. That lifted off my grief and filled my heart with hope and joy.I look at him, a very short distance from me, as he struggles to walk around. Although his body is far from fully recovered, he insists on moving around, and he has been quite a stubborn, obstinate ass on that matter. He listens to no one when we tell him that he is still too weak to struggle like this. His stubbornness matches his strength, though neither
With insatiable hunger and desire, we kiss and kiss and kiss, every stroke of the tongue conveying how we both longed for this. Soft moans of pleasure and satisfaction fill the room; the dance of our tongues reaches climax. My frail body is trembling beneath him with more desire. The fire is building so high. I yearn for more. I can feel that he wants more too.But the reality of where we are somehow slaps our sixth sense. We both pull away, his forehead resting on mine as we struggle to steady our breathing.We are Montanas, a name that is known all over the world. These people might be living in the woods, but it does not mean that they don’t listen to news. They might have a clue of who we really are, which is why they have not inquired about us. And if they know that we are siblings and then walk in on us chewing each other’s lips, we will be in a hot soup. Our dirty little secret will yet again be exposed to another party.“I need to get better so that we can get out of here,” Jo
The night air feels heavy, suffocating in its stillness, as I sit by the window staring into the forest's endless darkness. The wooden walls of the small house creak faintly, and the faint chirping of crickets serves as a reminder that the world outside is alive, even though it feels like we are frozen in time.My thoughts are racing, tangled in a mess of emotions. The brainstorming idea that the world believes Joe and I are dead has shaken me to my core. I keep thinking of my father—of Katherine—and how they must be drowning in sorrow. Every part of me wants to run back to them, to tell them we are alive. To hug my father tight and tell him that he has not lost me and never will. But I can’t. Not yet. However, I feel so awful knowing that we are causing them so much pain.I glance over at Joe, who is lying on the makeshift bed across the room. His eyes are closed, but I can tell he isn’t asleep. His good hand clenches and unclenches the blanket, his jaw tight. The tension in his body
“Son, you can’t!” His father responds with an icy tone and glare. He must have sensed the naivety in his son’s statement.Jayden doesn’t answer. Instead, he walks over to the corner of the room, where his bag sits. He opens it, pulling out something I didn’t expect—a gun.A gun!The sight of it stirs back the memories of our last episode before the accident. The ringing starts in my head, fear creeping in me, almost bringing me down to my knees.“How the hell do you have that?” Joe asks, his voice sharp as he holds me steady. I am really shaken. I think I developed a phobia for these weapons that day.Jayden looks up, his gaze steady. Not baffled and not apologetic at all for being in possession of a gun. “It is only natural for people living in these kinds of environments to have some weapons for security reasons. And there is no better one than this; he eyes his gun, positioning it in his hand as if he went for training and attention even to the least important detail about gun trai
The fool is out of bullets, luckily.He throws the gun to the floor, throwing a punch at Joe. Joe barely dodges the first blow aimed at him, clumsily slashing with the knife in return. His attacker hesitates, and Joe presses forward, gritting his teeth through the pain. He is struggling with this giant goon, but he is showing no intention of claiming defeat against him.Jayden, on the other side, dispatches one opponent with brutal skillfulness, only to turn and take on another. He looks so good in this scene as if he was born for this. As if he has been doing this all his life.Suddenly, a sharp cry pierces the air. My heart leaps into my throat as I see Jayden stagger, clutching his shoulder. Blood seeps through his fingers, dark and vivid under the moonlight.‘Jayden!” I scream, my voice breaking with panic. “Argh!” He groans, his voice sharp with anger. I thought he was going to run back inside for safety, but not. He fires, indulging again with a new strength that is fueled by a
Mr. Jonathan looks back at us, clearing his voice, “Umh…yeah. I meant, as far as I am concerned. My son has a good heart.”We both nod, although I sense something fishy here. I don’t know what it is, but something feels off somehow. “And why is he good with guns?” I ask.“Guns?” He hesitates for a moment, but he portrays nothing more to sell him off. “He had been training since a young age. I mean, bringing him up in this kind of a place, he had to learn the ways of survival, and that was one of the basics.”I see. “He does not look like someone who leaves here. He looks so much more like a city man than a local bush guy. Forgive me, it is just my observations,” Joe says.And he is right. If Jayden’s dressing style is distinct from his father’s, he is neat. And these skinny jeans, seriously? He looks so out of place here.“Well, he has two homes. He lives in the city and comes to visit as often as he can. I could not deny him that kind of life just because I had no interest in it myse
I wake up in Joe’s arms, his steady breath warming my cheek despite the chill of the cave. His arm drapes over me, protective even in his sleep. The cold of the night had been biting, but his warmth had kept it at bay. For the first time in days, I feel a sliver of peace.I tour my eyes around our inhabitant, and my heart sinks the moment I notice something. Mr. Jonathan is nowhere to be seen. Not even his bag of traditional medicines or his weapon. Panic flares in my chest like a match. Where could he have gone? I remember we all dozed off together last except for Jayden.My mind races. Jayden’s unpredictable attitude and Mr. Jonathan’s mysterious behavior still hang heavily over me. What if they have decided they have had enough? And given the way Jayden acted last night, I am not wrong to believe so. Besides, he is Jayden’s father, so of course, he will choose his son over us.Joe stirs slightly, but his face remains serene, his body relaxed in sleep. The pain he has been enduring
I smirk. Then suddenly, I drop my hand. “Unfortunately, you already suggested we scour the forest for more food. I think we should stick to that. Too bad, honey,” I wink and he bites his lower lip, looking away for a second.When our eyes meet again, his are dark but beautiful. They hold this intense look that draws me into their bottoms with a snap. And for a moment, I am lost—lost in his eyes.“As you wish, sugar,” he breaks the sweet moment that I wished would never end, pulling me deeper into the forest.Arggh!"But don’t be so hurt. I will take care of that which you so desire the most, the beautiful queen of my heart,” he tightened his hand around mine, throwing me a wink that carried a deep mischief that caused a ripple of pleasure down my backbone.Ooh, I would like to see how you will do that, Mr. Montana junior. With these wounds that can’t even make you walk properly and your broken arm, how will you do it?We scour the forest together, Joe managing to move despite his inju
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