Noah woke to the quiet hum of the morning, drenched in sweat, his dreams still haunting him. He had dreamed of his father’s voice, the sound of it echoing in the dark void, calling him a traitor. A betrayer of blood.
The soft rays of sunlight filtering through the blinds did nothing to soothe the storm raging within him. Last night had been a blur of desire and restraint, his body aching from the battle between his need for Belle and his thirst for revenge.
He sat up in bed, the heavy weight of guilt pressing down on his chest, running a hand through his disheveled hair. How could he have fallen for her, of all people? His fingers dug into the mattress as he wrestled with the agony of his emotions. He had a plan and it was simple. But nothing had been simple since Belle came back into his life. His feelings for her had woven in
Mikhail stood by the large window in his dimly lit study, nursing a glass of whiskey as the moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains. Papers lay scattered across the desk, their contents detailing the recent developments regarding Noah Alabaster and the hidden truths surrounding his father's death.The cool liquid slid down his throat, burning just enough to remind him that he was still in control. His thoughts were a tangled web of concern for the undercurrents that ran beneath his family’s seemingly perfect life. Mikhail's mind raced with the calculated moves he had made to protect his family and, more importantly, Belle.He had always considered himself a careful strategist, someone who played the long game. The tension between Noah and Belle was palpable and Mikhail couldn’t shake the feeling that their rel
The next morning Belle woke up with her body still humming with the sensation from last night. The warmth of Noah’s presence lingered like a shadow over her skin. She rolled over in bed, her hands absentmindedly tracing her own body, the same paths Noah’s hands had traveled hours ago. It felt different, more intense, more alive, like her senses had been amplified in some way.His cryptic words from last night echoed in her head again. “Things are going to change.” What did that mean? Was this more than just the physical connection they shared? Belle’s heart fluttered nervously as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Despite the excitement of being with Noah, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was stepping into something far more complicated.&nb
The dim light filtering through the curtains cast long shadows across Noah’s apartment, the room thick with the tension that had been building for days. Belle stood in front of Noah, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she felt the heat of his gaze burning through her. His hands, firm and possessive, gripped her waist, pulling her closer, as if he could no longer restrain the need he had so carefully hidden.This was the moment she’d been craving since their arrival in Chicago, but now that it was here, her pulse raced in anticipation of what was to come. Her body trembled with anticipation, the promise of what was about to happen making her pulse quicken.Without breaking eye contact, Noah leaned in, his lips brushed against her neck. Belle shuddered at the soft contact, her body responding instantly to his tou
The early morning light spilled through the thin curtains of Noah’s apartment, casting a soft glow on the disheveled bed where Belle lay nestled in Noah’s arms. She woke up to the feeling of Noah's hands on her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, his thumb brushing against her hard nipple. She moaned softly, her body arching against his as she felt the heat building inside her, her body aching with need. For a brief moment, Belle savored the sensation, her body still tingling from the night before.Noah stirred, his lips brushing against the bare skin of her shoulder. “Good morning, kitten." His hand moved from her waist to her breast, fingers curling gently around her, teasing the sensitive skin.Bella turned to face him, her eyes meeting his dark, intense gaze. "Morning." She whispered back.
The evening was calm, but Belle’s heart wasn’t. The evening sun was dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across Noah’s study. Belle hadn’t meant to snoop, but something about the drawer in the corner desk had drawn her attention. It had been slightly ajar, like it was inviting her to look closer.As she pulled it open, her fingers brushed against a pile of old papers and she found a worn envelope, marked with her father’s name. Curiosity got the better of her and she carefully unfolded the contents, her heart pounding in her chest.It wasn’t a letter exactly, but a contract, a business deal between her father’s company and Noah’s late father. The deal mentioned dates, amounts of money and something vague about Noah’s family estate, but the most disturbing part was her f
Belle woke up with a sense of unease clinging to her like a second skin. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the room. Noah was still asleep beside her, his arm draped casually over her waist, his breathing deep and steady. It should have been comforting, but instead, her heart raced in her chest, the weight of last night’s revelations pressing down on her like a suffocating fog.She carefully slid out from under his arm, not wanting to wake him just yet. Padding across the room, she grabbed her robe and pulled it tightly around her body. The letter, the contract flashed in her mind again. Her father’s signature, Noah’s late father’s name, the vague, unsettling clause that had made her stomach twist. The connection between their families, hidden for years, felt like a bomb waiting to go off. And she was standing at ground zero.
Belle sat quietly in the passenger seat, her eyes trained on the road ahead as Noah drove them back to his apartment. The city lights blurred past them, casting fleeting streaks of color across her face. She felt Noah's gaze flicker toward her every now and then, as if he could sense the storm brewing inside her.It had been a long day, longer than she had expected. The outing had started well enough. They spent hours exploring the city, laughing and sharing moments that reminded her of why she'd fallen for him in the first place. But the weight of the contract, the implications of its existence, hung over her like a dark cloud, tainting every beautiful moment with an undercurrent of dread.Now, as they neared Noah's place, Belle felt the familiar knot of anxiety tightening in her chest
Belle’s entire body went cold the moment she saw Luke standing in the doorway. Her heart stopped, and she sat frozen on the couch, eyes wide with shock. Luke’s expression was dark, his jaw clenched so tightly she could almost hear the grinding of his teeth. His eyes, which usually held warmth and protection for her, were now cold and filled with barely contained fury.Noah stood tall in front of him, blocking most of the doorway, his body tense and alert, as if ready to defend himself or her from whatever was coming.“Luke!” Noah greeted him, his voice steady but edged with tension. “What are you doing here?”Luke’s eyes darted over Noah’s shoulder, finding Belle sitting on the couch. His lips curled into a grim line, and for a
The sun was setting over the city, casting long shadows across Belle’s apartment as she stood by the window, watching the light fade into darkness. The evening sky was a blend of fiery oranges and soft purples, a stark contrast to the storm that raged within her. It had been three days since Noah had walked out of the safe house, three agonizing days of silence, of questions without answers.Belle’s chest ached with longing, her mind replaying that night over and over. She couldn’t forget the look in Noah’s eyes when he’d discovered the truth, the betrayal and hurt etched into his features. Despite everything, despite the walls he’d built to keep his past at bay, Belle knew that Noah had let her in, she was the one person he’d chosen to trust. And now, that trust had been shattered, not by her actions, but by the sins of her father.With a heavy sigh, Belle turned away from the window, running a hand through her hair. Her thoug
The car sped through the empty streets, Belle’s hands gripping the steering wheel as if her life depended on it which, she realized, it very well might. The city lights blurred past her, casting fleeting shadows on the dashboard, but her mind was miles away, racing through the events that had just unfolded.Everything had come crashing down so quickly. One moment, she and Noah had been sharing a quiet, intimate life together, and now she was running for her life, her entire world shattered by the truth that had finally come to light. The men chasing them weren’t just part of Noah’s past, they were a direct result of a life he’d tried to leave behind, a life she hadn’t fully understood until now.And then there was her father. Mikhail had always been protective, even overbearing at times, but Belle had never suspected that he was entangled in Noah’s past. The revelation of his connection to Noah’s father’s death had stunne
The air felt unnaturally still as Belle stood outside Noah’s apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it, the moment she had been dreading but knew was inevitable. Her mind was racing with the weight of everything she had learned, and the questions that had haunted her since her father’s revelations refused to let her rest. Tonight, the truth would come out. One way or another, she would confront Noah, and whatever came next would shape their future, if they even had one.The late-night quiet of the street contrasted sharply with the turmoil inside her. Belle’s fingers trembled slightly as she fumbled with the keys, unlocking the door. She pushed it open, stepping into the apartment, where the air felt thick, charged with the tension she knew awaited her. The lights were dim, casting long shadows across the room, and there, sitting on the edge of the couch, was Noah.His expression was unreadable, but Belle could see the strain in his post
The days after Belle’s confrontation with her father passed in a haze of confusion, tension, and unspoken words. The revelations had shaken her to the core, and while she tried to hold everything together on the outside, the storm inside her raged on. Noah had been quieter than usual, more distant, and Belle knew it wasn’t just because of what she had learned from her father. There was more, and she could feel it, something deeper, something darker that Noah wasn’t telling her.As she walked through the crowded college campus, her mind was miles away. She barely registered the people around her, the familiar sounds of students chattering, the soft rustling of papers, the low hum of distant conversations. She was lost in her own thoughts, replaying the last few days over and over again, searching for answers that still eluded her.What exactly had her father meant when he warned her about Noah’s past? Dangerous men? Enemies? Belle had known Noah&
The sun dipped low in the sky as Belle drove toward her father’s hotel, her heart pounding harder with each passing mile. The roads were familiar, but today they felt different, charged with an energy that made her feel like a stranger in her own life. She was about to confront Mikhail, the man who had raised her, guided her, and protected her. The man who had kept an unimaginable secret, one that had torn Noah’s family apart.Belle tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white. Everything had changed since the conversation with Noah. The image of her father, the foundation of her life, was fracturing, and Belle had no idea how deep the cracks ran.As she pulled into the long, winding driveway, her mind was racing, trying to anticipate how the confrontation would unfold, how her father would react. Would he deny it? Would he lie to her face? Or would he come clean, revealing more than she was ready to hear?The air felt heavy a
The air in the apartment felt heavy, charged with a tension that neither Belle nor Noah could shake. After the unexpected visit from the mysterious stranger, an unspoken weight had settled between them. Noah was distant, his thoughts clearly tangled with whatever threat was looming on the horizon. Belle tried to focus, tried to ground herself in the moment, but the secrets swirling between them made it hard to breathe, let alone think straight.Belle paced the living room, her mind racing as she replayed the confrontation at the door. Who was that man? And what did he want from Noah? The growing sense of unease gnawed at her, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get a lot worse before they got better.Noah was seated on the edge of the couch, his head in his hands, his breathing heavy as he tried to regain control. His silence spoke volumes, and Belle knew he was holding back just like always. The past few days had been a whirlwind of reve
The drive back to the apartment felt longer than usual, the weight of her father’s revelations pressing down on Belle like a thick fog. Mikhail’s words echoed in her mind: There’s a lot of anger there, anger that he’s never dealt with. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal, not just because of what Noah had kept from her, but because her father had known all along and hadn’t told her. How could something so monumental be hidden from her for so long?When she arrived at the apartment, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the city. Her fingers trembled as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The familiar scent of Noah’s cologne and the sight of their shared life wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, but today it felt different. Tainted.Noah was sitting on the couch, his head resting in his hands, tension radiating from his body. He didn’t look up whe
"Come for me, Belle," Noah urged, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate grind. "Show me how much you want this."But just as the intensity of their passion reached its peak, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway outside, and both of them froze. Belle’s heart raced as she stared at the door, her pulse pounding in her ears. They were caught, there was no way they could explain this away if someone walked in. The door wasn’t locked, and anyone could push it open at any moment.With trembling hands, Belle slid off the desk, quickly adjusting her clothes as Noah did the same. They exchanged a heated glance, the intensity between them still palpable despite the interruption.The footsteps outside faded, and the tension in the room slowly began to ease. Belle exhaled a shaky breath, her heart still racing from the close call.“That was close,” she whispered, her voice breathless.Noah chuckled softly, running a hand throu
The sun filtered through the tall windows of the lecture hall, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Belle sat in the back, her fingers tracing the edge of her notebook absentmindedly as she watched Noah pace across the front of the classroom. He was delivering his lecture on classic literature, his voice calm and measured, but all Belle could focus on was the tension in his shoulders, the subtle tightness in his movements that only she seemed to notice.No one in the room had any idea of the complicated, messy emotions swirling beneath the surface, and Belle liked it that way. They could sit here, surrounded by students, playing their roles, Professor Alabaster and his student and no one would suspect a thing. But the intensity between them simmered, barely contained, like an unspoken secret that threatened to spill out at any moment.As Noah’s voice echoed through the room, discussing themes of desire and betrayal in the novel they were studying, Belle&rsq