DAVID “Denise,” Janet’s voice cracked as she whispered his name. Her hand trembled slightly, clutching the edge of the table for balance.I froze at the sound, a rush of memories flooding back. Denise. The man who destroyed my sister’s life. My jaw tightened as I processed her words, my hands curling into fists. A slow, humorless smile crept across my face, but inside, fury churned like a storm.“Well, well,” I said, my voice a low growl. “Don’t tell me that bastard’s been released from prison.”Janet didn’t respond, but the haunted look in her eyes was all the confirmation I needed. She was trying to stand tall, but the faint quiver in her lips betrayed her.“Ten years,” I muttered, more to myself than to her. “It’s been ten years, and now he’s free. After everything he’s done...”The image of Janet’s younger self flashed in my mind barely more than a teenager, her face pale and tear-streaked as she begged me to help her. Denise had forced her into an abortion, leaving her unable to
DAVIDI stepped out of the tutoring room, Janet trailing behind me, her curious gaze boring into the side of my head. She’d been waiting to pounce with questions ever since she overheard bits of my conversation earlier."Spit it out," I said without looking at her.Her lips quirked into a triumphant smile. "So, Desmond is your friend?"I stopped mid-step and turned to her. "Correction was my friend. My ex-best friend."Her eyebrows shot up. "Wow. What happened? I mean, I heard him say he tried to poison you""He didn’t try. He did poison me," I cut her off, my tone sharper than I intended.Janet’s eyes widened, her expression a mix of shock and intrigue. She clasped her hands in front of her, giving me that infamous puppy-dog face she always used to fish for details."Don’t even start with that face," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. "It doesn’t work on me."She didn’t budge."Fine. I’ll tell you if you drop the face," I said, exasperated.She grinned, slipping her arm through
DAVIDThe early morning light filtered through my bedroom window, casting golden streaks across the polished floor. I leaned against the edge of my desk, my phone cradled in my hand as I dialed the Chief of Police. The weight of my plans hung heavy in the room, though my resolve was unshakable.He picked up on the second ring."David," his voice carried a mixture of warmth and curiosity, "It’s been a while. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.""I’ve been busy," I replied, my tone sharp and direct. "But I have something for you a name you’ve been waiting for.""Oh?" His interest peaked instantly. "Who might that be?""Desmond Stefan," I said, savoring the silence that followed."Desmond Stefan? Are you sure about this?" His voice dropped, cautious now. "He’s not just some ordinary man. He’s a powerful lawyer, David. We can’t touch him unless..""Unless you have evidence," I interrupted, my voice colder than the early morning breeze. "I have everything you need. Enough to
DAVIDThe sound of laughter carried through the summer air, drawing my attention to the yard. Bella stood there, soaked from head to toe, her hair clinging to her neck as she laughed with her father and Elowen, water dripping from their clothes. Her smile wide, unguarded, and carefree made my chest tighten.I leaned against my car, watching from afar, unable to pull my gaze away. Bella’s father splashed her, and she squealed, retaliating with a bucket of water. For a moment, I just stood there, basking in the joy of watching her with her family. This this was happiness.“Sir, are we staying here or heading back?” my assistant’s voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality.I straightened and reached for the car door. “Let’s head back,” I said, just as a voice behind me stopped me in my tracks.“Are you leaving without your wife?”I turned, and there she was Bella. Her cheeks were flushed, her damp shirt clinging to her growing belly. She was breathtaking.Her hands rest
DAVIDBella's gaze lingered on me as the car glided through the streets toward the estate. I could feel the weight of her curiosity pressing against my silence."What happened?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.I forced a smile that barely reached my eyes. "Nothing."Her eyes narrowed. "Don’t lie to me, David. Your whole demeanor changed the second you checked your phone."A muscle in my jaw tightened as I weighed my words. "Someone’s after my sister.""Who?" she pressed, leaning slightly toward me."Denise," I said curtly.Her brows furrowed. "Who’s Denise? I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned him.""You wouldn’t know him," I said, my tone clipped."Then tell me. Maybe I will," she replied, her persistence unwavering.The car pulled to a stop in front of my mansion, its grand facade illuminated by the soft glow of the outdoor lights. My assistant stepped out and opened Bella’s door. I followed, my eyes scanning the grounds instinctively, looking for any sign of trouble."Have
DAVID“Babe, you need to rest,” I said softly, brushing a stray curl from Bella’s face.Her eyelids fluttered, heavy with sleep, but she managed a small nod. “I think... you’re right,” she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion.Taking her hand, I guided her to her room, watching as she stifled a yawn. The moment her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light, mumbling a faint “Good night” that made me smile.I stood there for a moment, my gaze lingering on her. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the slight curve of her lips pregnancy had added a glow to her, even as it filled her face out a little. To me, she was perfection. Leaning down, I kissed her forehead gently, then pulled the blanket up to her chin.“Sleep well, my love,” I whispered, turning off the lamp and quietly shutting the door behind me.But as I stepped into the hallway, my serenity evaporated. Janet. My sister’s fear weighed heavily on me, and I couldn’t shake the tension knotting my shoulders. Without hesit
DAVID I spent the entire night poring over strategies to dismantle Denise’s plans. The moment Bella insisted on joining the fight, I knew I had to shut her down. “No, Bella,” I said, my voice firm but gentle. “You’re pregnant. I can’t risk your life or our baby’s.” Her eyes flared with defiance, her hands folding over her growing belly. “But you and Janet risked your lives to bring the people who tried to kill me to justice,” she argued, her voice steady, daring me to counter. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, frustration evident. “How about you visit your father for a while?” I suggested. “By the time you’re back, we’ll have taken care of Denise.” She crossed her arms, the set of her jaw telling me I’d already lost this battle. “No, David. I’m staying. That’s final.” I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose. Arguing with a determined woman especially a pregnant one was a battle destined for failure. “All right, fine,” I muttered, waving a white flag in m
BELLA"You shouldn’t have said much, Bella," Elowen teased, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation as she swiveled in her chair to face me. "Now he won’t stop talking. Thank God others are around. If not, you’d be stuck listening to him all day." She sighed dramatically, glancing at Emmanuelle, who had just sauntered back to her desk.I chuckled, shaking my head as I watched Emmanuelle settle in. Sitting across from Elowen, I couldn’t help but notice how oblivious Emmanuelle seemed. She was always chatty, spilling secrets like water from a broken faucet. And Vivian? She had Emmanuelle wrapped around her little finger.Poor girl. She thinks Vivian is her friend. If only she knew the truth. Vivian’s web of lies had fooled many, but I wasn’t one of them. Claiming to be connected to the Copperfield family when her mother was just a servant? And now, she was getting closer to Denise, weaving him into her schemes. My stomach twisted at the thought. If they were planning what I suspected,
BELLA The room felt suffocating, the weight of unspoken questions pressing against my chest. I stepped out into the garden, the cool evening air offering little relief from the storm inside me. The golden hues of the setting sun bathed the garden in a warm glow, but my thoughts were far from calm. From a distance, Jasper’s laughter rippled through the air, light and carefree. He crouched beside a patch of marigolds, meticulously arranging his toy trucks in neat rows. His small hands moved with focus, his head tilted in concentration—a gesture so achingly familiar, it stole my breath. I leaned against the gazebo, folding my arms as I studied him. Every feature mirrored my own: the same thick, wavy hair and almond-shaped eyes that seemed to hold the world within them. It was like looking into a reflection of my childhood. My chest tightened. Could it really be true? Could he be my son? I swallowed the thought before it could take root. No assumptions, not yet. Pulling my phon
DAVIDBella’s hand slipped into mine, her fingers warm, steady, like a silent anchor in the storm of my thoughts. I could feel her watching me, the way her breath held just a little tighter, as if she were waiting for me to reveal something important, something heavy. Her gaze was soft, patient, but her eyes those eyes were filled with questions. I had to tell her now, before the silence swallowed us whole.“I need to tell you something,” I began, my voice rough, like I hadn’t used it in years. I pulled in a shaky breath, trying to steady my nerves. “You know I’m Jasper’s biological father, right?”She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull her hand away. Instead, she just looked at me, her brow furrowed slightly as if processing my words. Her lips parted, and I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. “Yes, I know,” she said quietly, her voice betraying none of the surprise I felt. “Nobody knows except... well, except you. You’ve kept that part of your life a secret.”I swallowed, nodding,
DAVID “Who could that be?” I muttered, lowering Bella gently onto the bed. She curled into the sheets, her hair spilling over the pillow, her flushed face glowing with post-kiss warmth. My gut tightened, unease bubbling as I strode to the door.When I swung it open, Mrs. Williams stood there, her perfectly sculpted smile greeting me like a storm waiting to erupt. Her gaze flicked downward for a split second, and a mischievous glint lit her eyes. I didn’t have to look down to know what she’d seen.“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she said, her voice layered with mock innocence.Heat crept up my neck as I grabbed Bella’s pillow and shifted it in front of me. Her laugh was light but deliberate, like a dagger teasing its target.“Come in,” I said, stepping aside and silently cursing the timing.Bella appeared from the bed, her eyes widening in surprise as she rushed forward.“Mom!” she said, her tone a mix of joy and confusion.Mrs. Williams enveloped her in an embrace, smoothing do
DAVIDThe shrill wail of police sirens cut through the dawn, jolting me from my restless sleep. Groaning, I pushed the heavy duvet aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. A knock sounded at the door just as I raked a hand through my disheveled hair.“Come in,” I said, voice hoarse from sleep.The door creaked open, revealing one of the maids. She stood in the doorway, her hands clasped nervously in front of her.“Sir, the police are here. And, um… there are reporters outside too,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.Reporters? My brows furrowed as I processed her words. I remembered calling the police last night to pick up Western and Peter, but reporters weren’t part of the plan. Unless…“Alright, I’ll be down in a minute,” I told her. She bowed and slipped out quietly.Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I dialed the chief of police. He picked up on the first ring.“We’re at the gate,” he said briskly, his voice almost drowned out by the background chatter.“How d
DAVID“You see,” Peter said, his grin widening, his voice dripping with venom, “sometimes the monsters aren’t hiding under your bed. They’re sitting at the dinner table.”Elowen’s face froze, her breath catching in her throat. She looked at Peter, then at her father, who had shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Western’s usual air of defiance was nowhere to be seen; his gaze was fixed on the cold cement floor, his shoulders slumped like a man carrying the weight of his sins.Peter’s voice turned colder, sharper. “Where do I even begin? Should I start from before you were born, Elowen? Do you even know who your father really is? He kidnapped your biological mother. She never left his side never had the chance to because he made sure of it until the day she died.”Elowen stepped back as if Peter’s words were blows, her trembling hand pressed against her mouth. “What are you talking about?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.Peter smirked, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he g
DAVIDThe sound of gravel crunching beneath the car tires faded as I stepped out into the cool night air. My guards hauled Western out of the vehicle, his body slumped but still exuding defiance. Shadows danced across his bruised face under the pale glow of the outdoor lights. Without a word, they dragged him toward the basement door, the sharp clink of their boots echoing against the stone walls.I turned to the maids waiting by the entrance. “Take Mrs. Williams to a guest room,” I instructed, my voice calm but firm.Before they could move, her soft voice interrupted. “Can I see Sofia before I sleep?”Her words tugged at something deep within me. Sofia. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to hearing Bella called that, even if it was her given name. I managed a smile, masking my unease.“I’ll bring her to your room,” I promised gently.She gave a small nod, her face weary yet hopeful, and followed the maids inside.Beside me, Janet shifted her weight impatiently. Her silence didn’t fool m
DAVID“If that’s the case, wait by the car. I’ll join you shortly,” I said, waving Janet and Elowen toward the door. Their hesitant footsteps faded down the hallway as I leaned back in my chair and exhaled deeply.Picking up my phone, I dialed John, my head of security.“I need you in my office. Now,” I said, my voice sharp.“Yes, sir,” came his immediate reply.Minutes later, a brisk knock echoed through the room.“Come in,” I called, standing as the door opened to reveal John. He stepped inside and gave a small bow, his expression calm but alert.“I need fifteen of our best men,” I said, walking toward him. “Make sure they’re trained to handle weapons. Bring the finest gear we’ve got bulletproof vests, high-grade firearms, everything. And prepare four bulletproof cars. We’re moving out soon.”John nodded, his posture rigid. “Anything else, sir?”“Yes,” I said, my tone grim. “This mission isn’t a negotiation. If anyone gets in our way, take them down.”“Understood,” he said, and with
DAVIDThe moment I slid into the driver’s seat, frustration bubbled over. My fists slammed into the steering wheel, and I let out a guttural scream that echoed in the enclosed space. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t the plan. Everything was crumbling, and Bella God, what would I tell Bella?The car door creaked as Janet leaned forward from the back seat, her touch soft but questioning.“What happened? Where is Mrs. Williams?” Her voice trembled with urgency.I clenched the wheel tighter, the leather groaning under my grip. The memory of the scene played over in my mind like a haunting reel. If only I had forced Mrs. Williams into the car earlier made her stay with Janet this wouldn’t have happened.“Western took her,” I finally spat out, each word like venom on my tongue.“What?” Her voice cracked, her face paling as her eyes searched mine for answers. “How is that even possible?”“There’s no time for explanations,” I said, my voice sharper than intended. “I need a solution
DAVIDThe room was eerily silent, the kind of silence that pressed against your chest. Bella sat curled on the couch, her hands twisting nervously in her lap. Mrs. Williams stood by the window, her arms crossed as she gazed out into the evening light, her expression unreadable. I leaned back in my armchair, fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. My patience was running thin, but I wasn’t about to show it.The sound of soft footsteps approached the door, and then one of my maids appeared. She bowed slightly before speaking.“Sir, there is a lady here. She claims to be ma’am’s friend,” she said, her voice measured but tinged with curiosity.A smirk tugged at my lips. So, Elowen finally decided to show up.“What’s her name?” I asked, sitting forward, my gaze sharp.“She said her name is Elowen. Should I let her in?”“Bring her in,” I commanded.The maid disappeared, and moments later, she returned with Elowen in tow. Her face, a canvas of shock and confusion, made it clear she hadn