Adam Bella
The room fell silent, a strange tension hanging in the air. Cynthia hesitated, glancing at the other maids, before whispering, “She…” Before she could elaborate, David strode in, his face as stoic as ever. “It’s time,” he announced, slicing through the tension like a knife. I stood up, expecting at least a compliment on my appearance, but he merely raised an eyebrow, surprised, before his expression hardened once more. I need to teach this guy a lesson. Why can’t he just say, “You look beautiful”? Is that so hard? I followed David outside, another car waiting for us. Why can't we just use the car that brought us here? This seemed unnecessary. I anticipated him opening the door for me, but instead, he slammed it shut behind him. What a jerk. One of the guards stepped forward, opening the door for me as I entered. The car ride was thick with silence until we arrived at the beach, where a throng awaited us, eager paparazzi capturing the moment with flashes of light. I had never experienced anything like this—hundreds of cameras aimed at me, my face veiled as I walked down the aisle. When the pastor asked, “Do you take this man as your beloved husband?” I felt a wicked thought flicker through my mind: What if I said “No” just to punish him? I took a step closer, my voice low but full of defiance. “You know I could say ‘No’ to you right now…” He smirked, a glint of challenge in his eyes. “I dare you.” His words hung in the air, a gauntlet thrown down as he stepped back, hands casually tucked into his pockets. He looked unfazed, as if he already knew my response. I had expected him to plead, to show some sign of vulnerability. But no, he stood there, unfazed, while the entire room held its breath, waiting for me to break. I clenched my jaw, nails digging into my palm, fighting the urge to scream. Every pair of eyes was on me, their anticipation pressing down like a weight. I had no choice. The pressure was suffocating. “Yes.” The officiant’s voice boomed across the room. “You may kiss your bride.” Wait. Bride? Whose bride? My breath caught, and my chest tightened as realization struck. I turned just in time to see him stepping toward me, a sly grin tugging at his lips. Each step was slow and deliberate, as if he reveled in my discomfort. When he reached up to lift my veil, his fingers brushed my skin, sending a shockwave through me. For a fleeting moment, our eyes locked, then he glanced down at my lips. My heart raced. He traced his finger over my mouth, lightly grazing my lower lip before kissing his own finger. I inhaled sharply, the scent of fresh roses invading my senses. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I’m not going to kiss you. You’re not my type.” Not his type? His words stung more than I cared to admit. If that was true, then why was he marrying me? I shot him a deadly glare as he pulled away, an amused smirk on his lips, as if he were playing a game and had already won. Applause erupted from the audience, but it only deepened my confusion and anger. On the ride back, I let my gaze drift to the trees outside, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. The soft scent of flowers floated in through the open window, but even nature’s calming touch couldn’t soothe the chaos swirling inside me. “Can you drop me at my apartment?” I asked, my voice strained, not bothering to look at him. “Why?” His voice was cold, detached. “You’ll be moving in with me.” Startled, I turned to him. “What? That’s not part of the agreement!” My words came out sharp, a protest against the sudden shift in our arrangement. He barely glanced at me. “You made a deal without asking what you would gain from it.” His tone was dismissive, as if I should have known better. “The arrangements are set. My driver will pick you up tomorrow morning at 8 a.m.” He pulled the car to a stop outside my apartment. How did he know where I lived? I hadn't told him. I narrowed my eyes at him. “How do you know where I live?” He smirked, the smugness in his voice clear. “I have my ways.” One of his guards opened the door for me, and I stepped out, my mind racing. This was all too much. I needed sleep, to think, to figure out if any of this was even real. As I approached my door, Elowen hurried toward me, her expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. Great. She was the last person I wanted to face right now. “Who was that guy? And why was that guard bowing to you?” she asked, barely letting me breathe. I sighed, exasperated. “Can I enter my apartment first?” I rolled my eyes as she finally stepped aside, allowing me in. The moment I collapsed on the couch, Elowen dragged a chair closer, her eyes wide with eagerness. “Come on, Bels. Tell me!” I took a deep breath, bracing myself for her barrage of questions. “I’m married.” “What?!” She shot up from her seat, eyes wide in disbelief, her mouth hanging open. The shock on her face was priceless; I almost laughed. I should’ve taken a picture. “How?!” she demanded. “You went to confront your cheating boyfriend, and now you’re... married? How does that even happen?” I shrugged, still grappling with the reality myself. “It’s like a dream, honestly. I can’t wrap my head around it.” I pulled out the wedding certificate and ring, handing them to her. She grabbed them, her eyes nearly popping out as she read the name.ADAM BELLA "David Copperfield? Wait, is this the David Copperfield? Don’t tell me it’s who I think it is!" Elowen’s voice shot up an octave, and before I could react, she was spinning around the room, practically bursting with excitement.I rolled my eyes, fighting the urge to strangle her with a pillow. "If I said it wasn’t him, would you calm down?"She froze mid-twirl, her excitement dissolving into an unnerving seriousness. "Which David Copperfield?"I sighed, defeated. "The CEO of Copperfield Group. That David Copperfield."Her reaction was immediate. She lunged toward me, hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe. "I can’t breathe," I wheezed, and she finally loosened her grip, her eyes wide with disbelief."Oh my God!" she squealed. "Did you kiss him? What’s it like being face-to-face with David Copperfield? What about his girlfriend? Why did he marry you?" The questions spilled from her lips like an avalanche.I raised my hand to stop her. "We didn’t kiss," I muttered, the
ADAM BELLA"Dad," the little boy called again as David carried him, gently ruffling his hair."She’s a friend," David replied nonchalantly.Wait, did he just call me a friend? I could feel the frustration building inside me. First, I find out he has a son, and now, in front of everyone, I’m just his friend? We’re married, for crying out loud! Couldn’t he at least keep up appearances? I smiled to myself, hatching a small plan for revenge."Hi, my name is Jasper Copperfield," a small voice interrupted my thoughts, accompanied by a gentle tug on my sleeve.I looked down and saw the most adorable boy, with large gray eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of someone far beyond his five years."Hello, my name is Adam Bella. I’m your dad’s... friend," I replied, throwing a glance at David, irritation bubbling up again. "How old are you?" I added, rubbing his soft hair."You know, your dad’s a little crazy," I whispered conspiratorially.Jasper giggled, edging closer to me. I bent down to meet
BELLAI groaned, reaching over to silence the alarm, only to swipe through empty air. Confused, my eyes snapped open. Unfamiliar surroundings greeted me, and for a split second, panic gripped my chest. Then it hit me I’m married again. The thought made me grimace.Grumbling to myself about the absurd distance to the alarm, I stumbled out of bed. "I need to change that. Way too far for this nonsense," I muttered. The bathroom was ridiculously huge bigger than my old bedroom. I stared at the marble countertops and gold fixtures, shaking my head. My phone buzzed, snapping me from my daze.The CEO is coming today.“What?!” I nearly dropped my toothbrush in shock. The CEO? The ghost who never visited? Why today of all days?Just as I was about to process the absurdity, Elowen’s name flashed on my screen. I answered, barely managing to hold the phone.“Did you see the message?” she squealed, already worked up.“Yeah... just saw it,” I replied, bracing myself for the whirlwind of Elowen’s ex
Adam Bella"What do you mean?" I asked, staring at Michael my boyfriend, or at least, the man I thought he was as he blocked me from entering his apartment.His eyes held no remorse, no flicker of the love we had shared for six long years. The man I thought I knew stood before me now, cold and distant.It was as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience, a piece of trash he could toss aside without a second thought."I'm sorry, Bella, but we can't be together anymore. We can just be friends. I'm focused on building my career, and I need a woman of my class. We're no longer in the same caliber.I know you helped me through school, but I can't end up with you. I'm a manager now, aiming for something higher. I can support you with some money."His words cut deeper with each sentence. My chest tightened, my breath quickened. I blinked rapidly, trying to process what he had just said when a woman's voice cut through the fog in my mind.I turned, and there she was Vivan, my colleague. Sh
ADAM BELLA "Did you confirm it?" Elowen’s voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of disbelief still clouding my mind."Yeah," I replied, watching the street in a daze. "He said I’m not in his class anymore." My voice was flat, as though saying the words aloud would make the hurt dissipate."Did you kick him?" Her tone was filled with righteous fury.A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "Yeah, but... I forgot to slap him.""Good enough. I’m at your apartment. Come quickly. We need to talk."The line went dead, leaving me standing there, torn between laughing and crying. Elowen was always a fighter, always ready to battle my demons when I couldn’t. But today, it wasn’t enough. Nothing felt enough.I turned to leave when, out of nowhere, a strong hand gripped mine. Startled, I looked up to meet the gaze of a man whose presence was as unsettling as it was captivating. His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, unblinking, unreadable."Let go," I demanded, though my voice betray
Adam Bella"Please, follow us," one of the guards said, his voice polite but leaving no room for argument.Reluctantly, I followed, trying to convince myself I wasn’t entirely losing my mind. The moment we stepped outside, my eyes widened. Parked at the curb was a Chrysler Pacifica. My dream car.I hesitated, fingers lightly tracing the sleek, polished exterior. The surreal nature of the situation sank in deeper."Miss, please," the guard prompted, gesturing to the open door.With one last glance at the car, I slid inside. The soft leather seats cradled me, and for a second, I lost myself in the luxury. Is this really happening?As I settled, the door clicked shut, and I was jolted back to reality. My soon-to-be husband entered the car without a word, eyes glued to his phone, his presence cold, distant."Where are we going?" I asked, breaking the uneasy silence.Without sparing me a glance, he replied, "To change your clothes. We’re getting married in an hour."I nearly choked on my o