Edward's pov
“No, they are too messy. They don't even make sense…” I told my assistant, Bryan over the phone. “What? But…” “Don’t try to reason, Bryan. “ I cut him off, “I've already told you, I don't like their designs. They lack of everything. Get me more ideas, more people. It's not that difficult… look, I'm driving. I'll be there in five minutes. Make sure to not waste my time.” I told him. He probably knows how his inefficiency is getting on my nerves lately. “Yes, boss.” He said and I disconnected the call. I'm already running out of time. This project needs to be perfection, but nothing yet aligns my thinking. “Morning, Sir Wilson.” The receptionist greeted me once I reached Crystal's, “She is here.” Great. I hope she is what I need. I went straight to my personal elevator and clicked to the ninth floor. Where I am to interview my possible new designer. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and took it to check what it was. It was a message from Jared, my brother. “We are going to the mall. I'm taking Sarah with me. She wants some new paint.” He's got time to waste. “Good for you.” I answered him back. The elevator opened. I was walking to my office when another message entered my phone. “You know she wanted to be with you, don't you?” Jared, again. What does he mean? It took me a while to understand. I was ready to answer but that didn't happen as the last thing I knew, I bumped straight into someone in the middle of the corridor. The hell… “Watch out woman.” I said to the girl I bumped into. Now on the floor. So tiny, innocent and frail. It's not going to work on me. “Sir, please, my glasses.” I didn't turn. I know your type, acting like the sweetest thing in the world and then showing your real self. I have already lost a lot because of people like you. “Sir, I can't see!” She tried again. As if I would believe in such a bad lie… I reached my office, 535. Different from every office on that floor. It's glass walls, reflecting all the lights. With a perfect view of everything, yet, no one could see what happens inside it. Just like I designed not too long ago when I was still doing faculty. Why is it so difficult to get great designs these days? I opened the door and there I found Bryan… alone. “Where is she?” I asked him. “She hadn't arrived yet.” He said. How? The receptionist said she was here. Where is she? “She is probably lost.” I said to myself already annoyed by the fact that she is late. Twenty minutes. The time I wasted. Twenty minutes passed and there was no damn sign for her. Bella Miller, civil engineer specialized in designing. Lots of awards for being the best student, having the best school projects, multilingual… a geek. She is 23, too qualified for her age and she is not here. I got out of the room frustrated, closing the door till a big bang was heard. The last thing I want is to break the glass because of something this stupid. I leaned against the wall, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. How dare she make me waste my time? Once I opened my eyes, something, I mean someone couched my attention. There in the middle of the corridor. That girl from earlier was seated on a bench… sad. She didn't even look up. The elevator opened, making me divert my eyes from her, and a man came out of it. Worry was evident on his face as he ran to that girl at the moment he saw her. He hugged her and she and hugged him back as if her life depended on it. Who is he? They weren't too far, so I could see clearly. Her eyes were swollen, her face in a deep shade of pink creeping through her melanin. Her simple makeup was ruined and her cheeks glowing. Wait. Is she… crying? Why? “Don't worry. I'm gonna solve this, ok.” I heard him say. Lovers. Their love seems so pure, so… impossible. He got her stuff and her... glasses on the floor. Wait, she hadn't found them till now? Was she... Damn, She asked me about her glasses and what did I do? She couldn't really find them. What have I done? I turned and went inside my office again. Bryan was still there and his questioning look wasn't something I wanted to deal with at the moment. “Quiet.” I said and looked at them again, now through the glass wall. They were going away, but stopped suddenly. She turned and looked straight to the office—straight at… me. Isn't she supposed to be blind? After some time they were gone, but the guilt was still there. “Finnish up here. I'm leaving.” I said and went out before Bryan could say a word. The ride towards my house seemed longer than usual, I was feeling heavy. I opened the main door and was met with silence. No warmth. If only I could call this place home again… I went to the kitchen to get some water. Memories of today engulfed my mind. Terrible. The sound of the main door opening grabbed my attention and there I saw my brother and my daughter, Sarah. Laughing with joy. Jared's suit was so rumpled, his hair, disheveled. But his happiness was beyond those little things. If I didn't know them I would undoubtedly tell that Sarah was his daughter. The moment Sarah saw me going towards them, she quickly turned to Jered and excused herself, going to her room upstairs. As always. I feel like everything changed after my wife left… I mean, my ex wife. It's still difficult to believe she had the guts to leave after everything I did for her. The love, patience. All the words we said to each other. The vows. I gave her all of myself and what did I get? The pain of being betrayed by the one you trust the most. Too painful to forget. Too deep to shake… “Hey Edward. What's up?” Jared asked, diverting me from my thoughts. “Why are you guys so bubbly?” I asked, not in the mood to answer his question. “I'm also good, thanks.” He said. His typical bad sense of humor. “Answer my question, Jared.” “You suck, Ed… Fine. We were at the mall and Sarah saw a beautiful couple having fun with their children,” he paused, “she has no mother…” “I know that…” “Let me finish.” He cut me off, “And she misses her father.” I know that too... “She started getting emotional and in the next second she was running away from me. She went to the ladies restroom where I couldn't get in.” He said. Wait, but she seemed so happy earlier. “A lady offered help, and somehow she did it and Sarah was happy again. She spent this whole afternoon playing with Sarah as she promised to her. Sarah fell in love with her and it was even difficult for her to say goodbye.” “Who is she? The lady?” “Hum... Bella. Yep, Bella was her name.” Bella… I've heard that before. “Find her whereabouts. I want her to be Sarah's nanny.” “Oh yeah. That will definitely make her happy.” He said, already existed. I didn't know if it was because of Sarah or that Bella. But, at least I can do that for my daughter. Everything Christine didn't bother to give her since that day she left, five years ago, when Sarah was just a newborn. I went to my office at home to work. This day wasn't productive at all. I spent a lot of time and straight on someone that didn't even show up. And now I am clueless about what to do. I already have a perfect place for the new condo. Facing the ocean, surrounded by nature, to live, to relax, to forget. A perfect place for everything. A perfect definition of home. But nothing so far is good enough. This is so damn frustrating. I looked around. The afternoon sunlight was dazzling, penetrating my office. I went to my office's huge window, where I have a perfect view of the garden. I didn't want to think, all I wanted was to divert my mind, but couldn't, I feel like I'm missing something. What is it? The sound of the door opening, distracted me from my thoughts. No one is allowed to do that. I hate being disturbed, so it can only be one person. Jared. “What’s up?” “I can't find her.” He said. “What are you talking about?” I got confused, “Who's her?” “Bella. She is invisible, a ghost. None of the Bellas I found matched her description. And she has no social media. How can a person live with no social media?” People that don't care about other people's life, probably. Humm, Bella... Where did I hear that name? Isn't Bella the name of the interview girl? She was Hiller, right? No, it was Miller, Bella Miller. “Come here Jared.” I went to my desk, searched Bella Miller on my laptop and found her curriculum, the one I read before. There was a picture attached to it. I don't remember seeing her pic. I opened it and what I saw blew my mind. What in the actual hell? “Oh, yeah. That's her. That's Bella.” Jered said. What?! “You mean Bella, the girl who helped Sarah?” I couldn't believe it. “Of course. How did you find her, by the way?” What? Bella is the girl I bumped into. She was there and couldn't get to the interview because she dropped her glasses. She didn't make it because of… me. “Are you sure?” It's not possible. “Absolutely. There is no way I could forget. She is gorgeous inside out. She was so… electric, her vibe is so contagious. She managed to make me play Just Dance in the middle of the mall… what a shame. We had a great time.” He said, recalling all the memories he made today. This is too much to process. What if she recognizes me? But, I need her, I need her projects. And Sarah… “Go talk to her tomorrow. I'll send you her address.” “Right.” He said, “But you didn't tell me how you found her.” “She was supposed to be my designer. But she couldn't make it to the interview… lots of misunderstandings. But now everything is going to be solved.” Hope so…Bella's pov It's Saturday, and I have no work on the weekend… I have no job, actually. Having a job means leaving home and yesterday was enough to explain that outside is still the same—dangerous, heartless and cold. “Today is going to be different.” I said to myself and this time I could trust my words. I already finished the house work, the garden is perfect, there are cookies in the oven and lunch is on low fire. Everything is perfect, except the fact that it's still eight in the morning and I already did everything—What about drawing a bit? That was my plan for the weekend. Draw my sorrows. Maybe I'll write later. I don't know, make a poem about life and how things don't really make sense… ‘Lonely.’ My inner self remarked. I'm not lonely. There is a fine line between the words lonely and alone. That line is called sanity. I went to my art room, which is actually the solarium. I wasn't thinking when I bought this house, it was a decision of the moment. I just wanted to fo
Edward's pov Morning came after what looked like an eternity. I couldn't sleep. It was impossible with so many thoughts keeping me from it. It was her… she was there all the time. How the hell am I going to face her? I totally ignored her existence and left her there alone, crying in silence, helpless… I'm the reason she failed that interview. It was..my fault… “Edward, focus.” Jared said, taking me out of my line of thoughts, “Are you even listening?” “I'm listening. I…” What was he saying? “What did she say about the contract?” “You really didn't listen.” He rolled his eyes, “ She said She will think. It's a lot to process.” This girl is strange—what is it to think about? “Here. Your daughter made this for you.” He handed me a frame, a painting of a butterfly. “Sarah did this?” He didn't answer. I looked at the frame again. She is really good. I didn’t know she was this good. Probably got that from me. The way she played with the colors. Bright, simple yet with a hin
Edward's pov She is going to see… “What are you going to do, Edward?” My brother asked. Who does she think she is to say no to me? She is going to regret doing that... I got my car keys and went out without saying a word. I will make her swallow her words. It was a two hour ride and I finally found her house. A Pacific village near Davisville. Quite decent… Her house was pretty well decorated. Her garden, a masterpiece, like a picture taken directly from a royal garden. Simple yet eccentric. I opened her door and met a whole new world. Pastel colors everywhere, but not messy. Subtle yet full of personality. A personality I can't really understand. Everything was organized, clean. The colour palette was used in a way I've never seen before. She designed this. There was a monotonous piano song playing in the background that was getting louder and even more monotonous as I was walking around searching for the source. There she was, different from what I saw when we first met..
Bella's pov The music stopped, putting an end to my melancholy. It was a sign that a message entered my phone. I looked at the screen. It was a message from an unknown number, “Be ready. Your ride will be there tomorrow monday, 8am. A black sedan. Your driver, Carl.” Just like the announcement of the end of the world... Edward. Where the hell did he get my number? How much does he know about me? The hell am I going to do now? Run? I might call my brother. He always knows what to do… I've done this before—run from problems. That's how I ended up here. I could go far away. Somewhere he will never think of. He will never find me… My plans were interrupted by a beep from another message, “Don't try to act smart. I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU!” How? Is he spying on me? I looked around, searched everywhere, every corner, but there was nothing. Nothing! He said he can take everything from me. He will take everything from me. I can't take risks. I can't get worse than this. I went to my room
Bella's pov Once my vision got used to it, I was surprised. It wasn't Mr Wilson. Unfortunately, it was the last person on earth I wanted to see... Edward. With his ocean eyes fixed on me. Impossible to read. “Oh, I'm sorry. I thought it was Mr Wilson.” I diverted my eyes from his, already uncomfortable with his deep gaze. Again, he didn't say a word. Probably ashamed of what he did. I looked around. There was no one nearby. Nothing but a suffocating silence, “Where is Sarah?” I asked, recalling that I was not alone a few minutes back. “Probably in her room.” He finally spoke. His voice, really peachy, yet void of emotions. “I don't remember doing anything that would make her mad.” I voiced out my thoughts, “Why would she leave?” I took the flour package on the floor and continued cleaning the mess we did. I was getting ready to do the dishes when a voice echoed in the kitchen. Edward, reminding me of his existence. “Aren't you going after her?” “Not yet.” I replied, “If sh
Edward's pov Why was she crying? What's so painful about being a nanny? Nonsense. She will be there tomorrow. She will do as I say and won't dare to do anything stupid. I bet she is already plotting something. She is smart. People like her always have a plan. I took my phone and sent a message to her, “Don't try to act smart. I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU!” Just to make sure she won't leave. It didn't take long to reach Crystal's. It was just twenty minutes from her house. “Morning, Sir Wilson.” Bryan's voice reached my ears the moment I opened my office's door. “Tell me good news.” I went to my desk and threw my suit on the armchair. He didn't say a word. His silence was enough to tell that there was no such thing as good news. “Tell me the bad ones, then.” “The last designers came today for the interview,” He paused, “they were not good.” As I thought. “We are already two weeks late for this project.” He said, “If we don't do something now, we will lose the deal.” “Don't you thi
Bella's pov Morning came after a night counting time as never before. I could tell by the soft morning light invading my room and the sound of birds already gossiping outside. This smell. The scent of flowers blooming in the garden. The ground and moss freshened by the morning dew. I took a deep breath. Roses, tulips, daisies... Well, the ones I could identify in the magical perfume that was in the air. I stretched my hand to the right where I always keep my glasses. I put them on and the world around me cleared. I'm alive, at least... Tired, but alive. I forced myself to get up and only after a long hot bath I could feel my system working properly again. Wrapping a towel around my wet body I turned to the mirror. Deep bags under my eyes. My hair, all ruffled and wild. Tiny red pimples creeping through my skin… “Just a day… just a day and my face already looks like this.” I took my concealer and applied it under my eyes. I glanced across my room to the window. “The sun is alrea
Edward's pov I opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind me with a dull click. After such a long day. Silence. Finally. My stomach growled, loud. I ignored it as always. No time to eat, no patience to care. Shower—that's what I need. The infernal heat inside this damn suit had cooked me alive all day. I loosened my tie. Probably the best decision I'd made today, “I'm ruined.” I headed for the hallway, running a hand through my messy hair. The world stopped the moment I saw her. Halfway up the stairs. Hugging a book tight in her chest. She held it up to her face. Not to read—to breathe it in. She actually closed her eyes for a second, like the scent meant something. Then I realized. She wasn’t in her usual shapeless hoodie and jeans. Just a loose t-shirt. Thin, soft. Not enough to hide the shape beneath. Shorts. Displaying smooth legs. African curves. A kind of beauty that didn't ask to be seen, but couldn't be ignored. I’d never seen her like that. It shouldn
Christine's pov “What do you mean you couldn’t?” I snapped. My voice echoed against the high walls of the penthouse, slicing through the silence like a blade. It was a simple chore. Get rid of Bella. That was it. What’s so difficult about dealing with a walking disaster in borrowed skin? “She went out…” Carl mumbled, eyes cast downward like a dog waiting for a beating. “And why didn't you follow her, genius?” “She went out… with Edward.” what? With my Edward? The words slammed into my chest like a metal door. My blood started to boil just by listening to that plague’s name again. For a moment I stood there, blinking, trying to control the tremor in my hands. Bella. Bella. That wretched, clingy name again and again. I began pacing the room, my heels thudding against the marble floor. The fury was simmering now, growing hotter with every step. “This is bad,” I muttered. “That Bella person… she’s not just a threat. She’s a time bomb.” I had plotted a perfect plan. A flawless, sur
Bella's pov I opened my eyes—finally a good night of sleep. No idea if it was out of exhaustion or just because of the fact that after three chaotic days I could finally breathe like a normal person. My eyes roamed around. I was in that same blurry and shapeless room, but it no longer felt foreign, out of place. I reached out blindly, fumbling for my glasses on the nightstand. Once I slipped them on, the world cleared. And the first thing I saw? The painting by the window. The Feeling of Home. That’s what I named it. We finished it yesterday. A mix of soft colors and open shapes, the kind of thing that wraps you in warmth—like a hug, or fingers gently brushing against yours. It was everything I wanted this house to feel like. Everything I wanted to give to everyone that will have a place in that sweet project. I sat up and sighed, stretching the heaviness out of my limbs. “Today is going to be different,” I whispered like a prayer. That's when my phone buzzed. The screen lit up
Unknown's pov “Talk, Cleo.” I snapped, glaring at that useless maid. It has been almost a week and she still hasn't provided a well detailed report of what's going on in that mansion. “Edward keeps working everyday, all day to recover from…” she lowered her gaze. “The incident five years ago.” I took a slow step towards her. The sharp click of my heels echoed through the room, each tap louder than the last. Her body trembled under my gaze. I know perfectly what that look is. That could only mean one thing—fear. “You are hiding things from me.” I stopped just inches from her. “What else, Cleo? You gotta have more than that.” She dug deep into her thoughts, a big frown appearing on her face. “There is a girl… Bella.” The name came out of her mouth like venom. “She is always doing too much, doing chores that are not meant to her… cooks every day. Everyone likes her. She is… dangerous. We have to get rid of her.” A slow, wished smile crept through my lips. “Oh, really? And why is t
Edward's pov Bella was still lost in her own world when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out, glanced at the screen. I was Bryan. He never calls to give good hews. I let out a sigh and answered, “Talk, Bryan.” “Sir. The investor is already on my neck. I have no idea what to do now. They… they don't want to give us time. They want it for two days. That's all I could get. I know you could have got more b… but you didn't show up today.” he paused, “Sir? Sir Wills…” I disconnected the call. My jaw tightened slightly. My hand went to the back of my head, fingers raking through my hair, but nothing could smooth out the frustration building inside me. “Sir…” Bella's voice came gently. I looked at her—opened his mouth, but nothing came out. “Tell me what happened.” I whispered. I sighed. How do I tell her? How do I tell her that I'm a failure? Even after five years, I didn't recover. “I… my company is almost bankrupt.” The words left my mouth at least. “I have no idea what to do.” She fli
Edward's pov Tears began to fall from my eyes as I remembered everything Christiane had done to me. Her promises. Her lies. It had been so obvious, but I insisted on ignoring the truth. Her love was never real. I was nothing but a pawn in her game. Me. Sarah. My family. How was I supposed to trust after that? Why would I let myself care, only to feel the same pain? Bella's hand reached up to my face, gently wiping the tears that wouldn't stop coming. It had been so long since the last time I cried. Since the last time I showed myself to show weakness. I caught her hand and turned away. “I'm sorry. I was not supposed to…” “It's okay,” her voice came soft. “it's okay to cry sometimes. Look at me. I do it all the time.” She let out a small laugh. “Crying doesn't mean you are weak. It means you are strong enough to admit that it hurts.” I looked at her. Tears were falling from her eyes too. She is too much for the world I live in. Too kind—especially after what I'd done to her. I c
Edward's pov She wiped her tears and put on her glasses again. “You thought I was flirting with your brother… how would I give myself another chance to get hurt. To suffer. To feel the pain of being hurt by a person who was supposed to love me… try only to be misjudged, betrayed…” Her voice trembled at the end. “people hurt.” I wanted to say something, anything—but I had already said too much. And no words would undo the damage I'd caused . The sound of the door opening broke the heavy silence. George walked in with a weak smile that didn't reach his eyes. “It's great to see you awake, Miss Bella. How do you feel?” “I feel…” she paused, searching for words, “alive… Weak, but alive.” “Do you mind if I check your pulse?” Her eyes flicked to me. Her face was blank. For the first time she was unreadable. “Why would I mind?” she said flatly. Echoing my own words from before. “You are still weak, miss Bella.” He gently took her wrist and checked her purse . “You'll have to stay…” “I
Bella's pov “Everything is set. Camilla, fix her make up. I want her perfect. You hear me. Perfeita.” My stylist shouted for everyone to hear. I had to be perfect—after all, it was my wedding day. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Beautiful in a unique dress. Pure white. No sparkles. No lace. Clean, simple, perfect. The only thing that was supposed to shine was… me. The one meant to give meaning to the dress. To implement everything. To make it work. Make it perfect. The door opened and my brother walked in. He couldn't contain the gasp at the moment his caramel eyes met me. “Sis. I better hide you somewhere before you steal everyone's breath.” A wide smile tugged at my lips after hearing his words full of love. That smile you don't plan. Just happens when you see someone who loves you. He is everything I have. No mum. No dad. We had lost them a few years ago, but the sweet memories we shared together never left me. The cooking lessons. The football games. Family nights
Bella's pov I wiped my cheeks with trembling fingers and forced myself up from the cold floor. No more silence. No more pretending. I’d promised Sarah something I couldn’t keep—not because I didn’t want to, but because someone kept making it impossible… because of him. My steps were firm, echoing down the hallway. I didn’t even knock. I pushed the office door open, and there he was—Edward—seated behind his massive desk, face buried in some document, as if the world outside his papers didn’t exist. He didn’t even flinch at my entrance. Of course he didn’t. He doesn't care. “You,” I started, my voice shaky but loud. His eyes finally lifted, calm and monotonous. “Is there something you need?” he asked, his voice clipped. Cold. Polite. As if I were some guest. “Yes,” I stepped in and shut the door behind me with a quiet click. “I need to understand why you act like nothing matters. Why do you ignore Sarah? Why do you keep making me feel like an inconvenience in this house? Why… why d
Bella's pov Edward slowly loosened his grip on my hand. His eyes lingered on me for a moment before he asked, “Who is Ed for you?” I blinked, caught off guard. What does he mean? “Oh, Ed is my…” “Sir Wilson,” a security guard interrupted, “a man named Ed is here.” My breath caught in my throat. My chest bloomed with warmth and colors I thought I’d lost in the two days I’d spent in this place. “Oh my God. Let him in, please!” I didn’t wait for a reply. I ran out, excited like a little girl on her first date. Two minutes and twenty-four seconds was the time I counted until I saw his car roll in. There he was. Handsome in his black suit. His caramel eyes shining in the sunlight. His smile just as I remember. “Ed!” I ran to him the moment he stepped out, throwing my arms around him in the tightest hug I could manage. “Wow, Ella.” He laughed, his voice like home. “Are you trying to suffocate me? I thought you loved me.” “Don't… don't ruin the moment.” I held him tighter. He hugg