My chest constricted. How could she do it to another woman? Did she have no humanity at all? “Why did she do it? What did she get from it?” “Leona Sarkis was a shark, hungry for power. God, I really wish I’d killed her since Adonis couldn’t do it.” Leona Sarkis. Another name we could dig on. “Wher
“Please, tell me you haven’t informed Val,” I whispered, rubbing his back. He snorted and pulled back. “No. I didn’t think I needed to. Adonis was enough. He was genuinely worried for you.” “I know.” “We have some things we need to discuss when we get home.” I nodded and looked past him to Ros.
“What do you think?” she said with a straight face. “It’s not like I enjoyed it.” “Of course, you didn’t. No one enjoys torture.” She tilted her head to the side, revealing her bare neck to me. It took all my strength to not press a kiss. My mind rewound the little time we had in the kitchen, and
BELLA “Good morning, Aurora,” Cole said as I walked out of my room, yawning. “It’s afternoon,” I corrected him. He laughed. “Oh, it’s long past that.” He pointed at my phone and purse on the table. “Dom dropped it off about an hour ago. He wanted to check on you and I told him you’re sleeping lik
“B, the Castellanos are tycoons. They run MNCs, development and equity firms, and even have their own advertising company sponsoring the best models across America.” “I think I’ve heard of them.” “Everyone in America and beyond has heard of them,” Cole scoffed. “Either you have to be out of the pl
BELLA I had worn a parakeet dress, like Adonis had asked, with a deep v-neck, long sleeves and a pleated trumpet drop that skimmed down my legs, falling straight to the floor. Adonis had sent over a mask of the same colour as my dress early in the morning, which was how I realised he had planned on
“You’re late, son,” a voice called, and I whipped around to face a man, a little old but his face familiar to me. He wasn’t wearing a mask, just like Adonis and Dom, so it was easy to recognise him. I had seen his picture many times. David Vitale. It was shocking how much Adonis resembled this man
BELLA Eight years ago Dear Bells, I know this is a lot to process. We never knew what true struggle was like—having no money, depending on someone else, not having a home we could call our own, and no one to run to when we are alone. Then suddenly, everything changed. Papa died. We stepped away