BELLA“Gosh, I need to get this guy out of my head,” I muttered, half to myself, half to my friends as I scanned their faces for ideas.Dorcas raised a brow. “How about Painful Regret?”Before I could answer, Debby jumped in, leaning forward with a gleam in her eye. “No, let’s make it punchier. Something like Revenge on My Husband.”I nodded slowly. “Okay… I like where we’re going, but I still feel like we’re missing something.”Elowen, usually quiet, finally spoke up. “Why not My Lover Next Door?”“Wow,” I breathed, surprised by how creative they were. “You guys are brilliant. Alright, here’s what we’ll do: each of us will brainstorm our ideas. We’ll outline the plot, build out the characters, write some dialogue. Then we’ll share our progress in the group chat.”Debby raised her hand with a grin. “Where are we setting this?”“Los Angeles,” I decided, feeling a spark of excitement. “We’re going to make this script unforgettable.”Over the next two weeks, I barely slept. My mind buzze
DAVIDThis is crossing a line. I know how hard Bella has been working putting in late nights and doing everything possible to make sure she wins. Her presentation was impressive, but if I just hand her the win, people will start putting two and two together.I text her, lifting my chin slightly to catch her attention. The second she glances at her phone, a small smile curves on her lips. That’s my girl, I think, barely hiding my own grin. Bella didn’t even need her original work to knock this out of the park that’s what I call boss moves.BELLAAs soon as I feel my phone buzz, I glance down. A message from David reads, You’ve got this. You can present this without a hitch. I believe in you.The words sink in. No one’s ever really believed in me except Dad and Elowen. And now there’s David, practically a stranger, telling me he’s got my back.Then it hits me. Vivian. This is her doing. I swear, she’s not going to get away with this. I’m still fuming when David strides to the front of t
DAVID“How dare you?” My voice cut through the silence as I caught sight of Bella, swaying slightly as she stood at the entrance to the third-floor corridor. I had warned her more than once. Why couldn’t she listen?I reached out, my hand circling her wrist with a controlled but firm grip. Her eyes met mine with a hazy defiance, lips curving slightly upward as though she found the situation amusing. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice a sharp whisper. "I told you to stay away."Her gaze wavered, catching the dim light in the hallway as she tried to pull back. "You don’t get to tell me what I know," she muttered, a faint slur in her words as she stumbled again, nearly falling before I steadied her. Strands of her hair framed her flushed face, and she smirked, her eyes slightly glazed."You’ve been drinking." I spoke it as a fact, a simmering annoyance tightening my grip momentarily."I… didn’t drink," she mumbled, though her words betrayed her. She looked down, and for a se
BELLA I waited, tense and watchful, glancing out the window as if I could make David leave faster. Breakfast was quiet. Jasper, my little “popcorn,” sat nibbling his toast. He looked up as I entered, and his soft face crinkled into a frown.“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I asked, a gentle smile on my lips.“I waited for you yesterday, but you never came home.” His voice was small, yet hurt, piercing me with guilt.“I’m so sorry, my popcorn. I was... working late.” The lie tasted bitter. “But why were you waiting for me?”He blinked, glancing down at his plate. “I wanted you to read me a story,” he whispered.My chest tightened. “I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight,” I said, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.Then I caught sight of David at the table, stoic and focused on his food. I didn’t want him here, clouding the morning. “Aren’t you heading to work?” I asked, my voice trying to sound casual.He paused mid-bite, lifting his gaze, his eyes sharp as glass. “And why do y
BELLA The last thing I remember was Jasper’s desperate voice cutting through the haze: “Dad, don’t hurt her!” I know I wasn’t supposed to go to the third floor, but my curiosity had overpowered me, and now I’m paying for it. When I open my eyes, I’m back in my room, head pounding. The room blurs before me, and then I hear a frantic voice nearby. “She’s awake!” Julie, one of the maids, exclaims as she rushes to my side. Her eyes are wide, taking in my every feature with worry. “Are you okay?” Her voice trembles with genuine concern, something I’m not used to. I touch my forehead, wincing at the dull ache. “I… I think so,” I murmur, though the memory is cloudy. “You’ve been out for three days,” she says, her voice a mix of relief and lingering fear. “We were all so worried, especially Jasper. He refused to leave your side.” Three days? My mind stumbles over the words. “Three days?” I try to push myself up, but my body feels heavy, unsteady. “I... I need to work…” Julie gently pres
BELLA I tried to hide the tears in my eyes as the door creaked open, and Jasper rushed in, his small frame full of relief and worry.“You’re awake!” His voice was almost a whisper, but his excitement was unmistakable as he climbed onto the bed. Before I could say a word, his hands cupped my cheeks, tilting my face toward him. “Why are you crying?” he asked, his eyes searching mine, the concern there so intense it caught me off guard.I forced a smile, rubbing my eyes. “I’m not crying, silly. It’s just… water. Sometimes it happens.”He didn’t look convinced, and I could feel him watching me even as I looked away. “I thought you were at your grandfather’s house,” I said, hoping to shift his attention.“I was, but when I heard you were awake, I told Grandpa I didn’t want to fish anymore. I had to come see you.” His words were so simple, yet they struck something deep inside me.I tried to tease, masking the tightness in my throat. “Oh, so you missed me?” I tickled his sides, and he brok
BELLA"Can you take us to the park?" I told the taxi driver, feeling Jasper's little hands clutch onto me like I was his life raft. I glanced down at him, suppressing a smile at how tightly he was holding on.“Is this your first time taking a taxi?” I asked, amused by his grip.His wide eyes glanced up at me. “Yes, it’s my first time,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He wasn’t letting go for anything.I couldn’t help but smile. David Copperfield’s only child, riding in a taxi. If only the world knew. I gently lifted him onto my lap, making sure he felt safe, his small hands never loosening their hold on me.As we arrived at the park, the sight hit me immediately. Families everywhere, kids squealing in laughter, running from swings to slides with boundless energy. Jasper's eyes lit up like I’d never seen before."There are so many kids here!" he squealed, bouncing in my lap.“Yep, lots of kids,” I chuckled, taking in his excitement. His gaze darted from one group to anoth
BELLA My heart hammered as I cradled Jasper on my lap, his little head already drooping with exhaustion. Had I really seen her? That smirk… the chill it sent through me still lingered. Lizzy. Here. I glanced out the window, as if I’d spot her lurking in the shadows. I just needed to get home, to feel safe, to call Elowen and unravel this dread coiling inside me. She’s the only one I can talk to. As soon as we stepped inside, I saw David. Normally, his presence threw me off, made me feel… watched, almost. But now? My focus was on Jasper. Without a word, I let him go as he dashed to David, throwing his arms around his father’s legs. I barely glanced their way as I slipped upstairs, my hands shaking as I grabbed my phone and dialed Elowen’s number. "Babe, what’s up?" Her voice was a balm of familiarity, though her tone held a tinge of worry. "I’ve been trying to reach you! Your number wasn’t going through. I was about to storm your house, but, you know… your husband.” “Elowen, i