Arya watched Juan as he returned to his seat at the kitchen island. He placed her plate between the two of them, like it belonged to both of them now and not just her. She looked at him with one eyebrow raised and pointed her fork in his direction."You haven’t even touched your own breakfast," she said.Juan leaned back in his chair. His eyes glanced at the untouched food on his plate, then looked back at her."I’m not really hungry anymore," he replied."Why not?" Arya asked, genuinely confused. "Don’t you like what you made? You can have some of mine if you prefer."Juan looked straight into her eyes, and a small smirk appeared on his face. It was one of those slow, teasing smiles that made Arya nervous. She mostly hated him, but at the same time she could not deny her attraction and that a part of her still cared."I want a different kind of meal from you, Arya," he said, his voice playful and low.She blinked, not understanding. "What are you talking about?"Juan leaned forward,
He walked toward the hallway, his back to her.Arya sat alone at the kitchen island, staring at the plate in front of her. She picked up her fork again and poked at her food. Then she muttered under her breath, "Sit on my face, he says. Taint my soul. Idiot."But despite herself, she smiled.And for the first time in a long while, it felt real.*+*+*+*+*+*+*+Juan stepped out of the hospital room quietly, the soft sound of beeping machines echoing. After her had left Arya in the dining, the freshened up and then decided to check on Belle. Her surgery had been scheduled to take place already and she had gone through it. He paused for a second, looking over at the nurses’ station down the hall, then let his eyes drift toward the long, empty corridor. Everything was quiet and peaceful but his mind was far from calm.Inside the room, Belle was still sleeping as she had just come out fo surgery. He’d been there since early morning, barely stepping away from her side. But now, he needed s
Juan’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Let’s not pretend we’re friends.”Dominic laughed lightly. “Come on. We’ve shared worse words and better drinks. What’s the occasion? Calling to ask if I got your little payment for the girl you 'stole’ from me?”“It’s not stealing if I paid you.”Dominic’s voice dropped a little and his yone was more mocking. “Took you long enough. She would’ve earned that money back in four years, maybe less. But sure. Since you paid, maybe I’ll leave her alone. Or maybe not.”“I didn’t call to argue about her,” he said. “I want to know if you had anything to do with my shipment being almost taken.”Dominic chuckled again. “What shipment?” he asked. Juan was not sure if he was playing dumb or completely innocent. “I didn’t know you had one. But now that I do, I’m a little disappointed. If it had been me, I’d have taken the whole thing and left you a note.”Juan’s blood ran cold.“So it wasn’t you?”“No,” Dominic said simply. “But now I almost wish it was. You’r
Arya blinked, the words hitting her hard, but she didn’t let it show. She set the tray down slowly on a table near the door and stepped back.“I’ll be in my room,” she said softly. “If anyone needs me.”Then she turned and walked inside without another word.Juan stood still for a second, watching her disappear through the doorway. Then he turned to Belle, his face tight with anger.“What the hell was that?” he asked.Belle crossed her arms. “I’m sorry. Am I not allowed to have feelings about the woman playing house in your mansion?”Juan stepped closer. “She’s not playing anything. She lives here. And unlike you, she doesn’t treat people like they’re beneath her.”“She’s not your equal,” Belle said, her voice sharp. “She’s a stray. One you felt sorry for.”Juan’s eyes narrowed. “Say that again.”Belle paused, then looked away. “She irritates me. I don’t like the way she looks at you. Like she owns a piece of you.”Juan didn’t back down. “She belongs here. You don’t get to question th
The door didn’t open.“Arya—”“I’m fine,” her voice said from inside the bathroom. It sounded calm but it didn’t feel real.Juan sighed and ran a hand through his head in frustration. Low-key, he knew that this was going to be the case. “Can you open the door?”“I said I’m fine," she replied in a sharp tone, but her voice didn't sound fine at all. He paused. He rested his hand flat on the door. “I didn’t know Belle would say something like that. I wasn’t ready for it—”“Neither was I,” Arya said. Her voice was quieter now. “You don’t have to explain. You don’t owe me anything, Juan.”Her words hurt him.“That’s not how I see it—”“You didn’t ask me to come here,” she said. “You used your money to take me away from one prison, and now I’m in another one. I’m not angry at you. I’m just tired.”Juan didn’t answer right away. What could he say? Everything she said was true. He had taken her from a bad place. But he didn’t give her freedom. Not really. She hadn’t had a choice.“I’m sorry,
"What?" Belle gasped, placing her left hand which was not affected in the accident on her chest. "What do you mean meticulously planned?""We have not been able to get proper footage, but we have Intel that says the truck driver that hit you waited till you got to the red light before driving, knowing that your brake was tampered with," Juan explained with a sigh. "And the only way your break would have been tampered with is bubs staff.""The only way they would have known what time you were leaving was by a staff as well," Hernandez said. "Why would they do that? I haven't offended anyone.'"Obviously to get to me... And distract me from something else.""And you didn't think to tell me?" She asked angrily. "You were in the fucken hospital Belle," Juan sighed. "And what were you going to do about that.""It doesn't matter, you should Have still told me.""We shouldn't be arguing," Hernandez cut in. "Rather we should be looking for s way forward.""Well then fire all the staff," Bel
"No, we didn't," Juan said, shaking his head. Belle crossed her arms and bit the inside of her cheek. She stared hard at Juan, hurt clear in her eyes.“You used to act like I was the only one that mattered,” she said softly. “Like I was the only person you ever really looked at.”Juan let out a tired sigh. He rubbed his hand down his face like he was already done with the conversation.“You were the only girl I really cared about,” he said in an exasperated manner, “but it wasn’t anything deep, Belle.”She blinked. “Not deep?”He didn’t flinch. His voice wasn’t mean, just flat. He didn't want to hurt her but there was no nicer way to put it. “I mean, I never felt that way about you. Sure, we slept together. But it was just sex. I didn’t think you had feelings for me.”Belle’s face twitched like she was going to cry, but she quickly pulled herself together. She adjusted herself on the wheelchair, trying to blink back the tears. “And why the hell not?” she asked, raising her brows. J
“What have you got?” he asked after a moment, his eyes shifting over to look at Hernandez. Hernandez didn’t hesitate. “The gardener. The man who was seen walking toward Belle’s car on the day of the crash. We identified him. His name is Marco Bellini.” Juan’s forehead wrinkled, confused. “Bellini?” “Yes,” Hernandez said with a nod. “The tech team ran the security footage through facial recognition. The footage wasn’t perfect—the car was parked near a blind spot—but one of the cameras caught him from a side angle. It was quick, but clear enough. We see him walking near the back gate just a few minutes before the crash happened.” Hernandez swiped through a few images and files on his phone, and turned the screen toward Juan. “Look. Right here.” Juan took the device and squinted at the screen. The image was blurry, but a man was definitely there. “That’s him?” “Yes. It’s a positive ID. His name is Marco Bellini. He’s Italian. Looks to be in his mid-thirties. He used to work for Domin
Arya didn’t move. She stood frozen there on the porch, phone still pressed to her ear. Her whole body felt cold, like the air had stopped around her. Her fingers were stiff. Her lips were shaking. Her legs felt weak, like they might give out at any second.“She passed away this morning,” the voice repeated again, soft and careful, like they were trying not to hurt her more.Arya didn’t answer right away. She couldn’t. She just blinked, once, then again, trying to hold herself together. She swallowed hard.“Can… can you send me the address? Please. I’d like to see her. I want to be there. For the funeral.”There was a pause on the other end of the line. “I’ll send it to this number,” the person said.Arya nodded, even though they couldn’t see her. “Thank you.”Then the call ended. The screen went dark. But Arya still didn’t move.She stayed there for another few seconds, frozen in place. Then slowly, she lowered the phone and turned around.She walked back into the house, quiet, her s
"Would you turn it down if you were me?" Arya replied raising her brows. She looked calm and unbothered, cocking her head to the left. Belle didn’t say anything back. She stared at Arya for a moment, her jaw tight like she was holding something back. Then she looked away, clearly annoyed or upset.Arya saw that and let a small, knowing smile appear on her face.“Yeah. That’s what I thought,” she said.The room went completely silent after that, and in order to reduce the simmering tension in the room, Hernandez who noticed how awkward everything had becoke decided to talk, trying to lighten the mood. He spoke in a casual tone, like he was trying to act like everything was normal. “Hey, maybe Juan should let Arya stop by the bar or something,” he said. “Some lady even came looking for her a few weeks ago.”As soon as Arya heard that, she turned her head fast. Her eyes got wide with surprise. She looked directly at Juan, hope and energy suddenly back in her voice.“See? I told you some
Rolling her eyes, Arya walked out of the kitchen and to the dining table. Belle was seated there already, doing something on her phone. The moment she noticed Arya's presence, she rolled eyes. Ignoring Belle, she took a seat and then furrowed her brows in confusion when maids began to serve up food. Just then Juan walked into the dining."There's more than one kitchen," he said to Arya, noticing her confusion.Breakfast began shortly in s blur, the only thing anyone could hear was the soft sound of knives and forks tapping against plates. Nobody was talking. Nobody was even looking at each other. The eggs on the plates were starting to get cold after a while of being served but it didn’t seem like anyone cared.Juan sat at the end of the long table, drinking from a small cup of coffee. It was his second that day. He looked calm, like he had no reason to rush or speak. Arya was seated somewhere in the middle. She wasn’t really eating—just using her knife to push a piece of toast aroun
Arya lay in bed, unmoving. Her body ached and felt stiff- as if it did not belong to her. Something inside her had gotten up and left and she had missed it. She stared at the ceiling, allowing her mind to do the thinking she did not want to do.The room was warm. The blanket was pulled up to her shoulders. And yet, she felt cold. Not at her skin. But all the way deep inside; the cold was sharp, mean, and hard to get rid of.She did not want to think about Juan. She did not want to remember how he had said her name or how he had looked at her sitting on the other side of the dining. his eyes searching her and reading her like she was important, like he could not let her go. She did not want to hear his voice in her head but it just kept showing up anyway. That voice- the strong, gentle voice, that voice was deep and warm and made her nervous. And every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. Just standing in the back of her head like he belonged there. Waiting for her to stop pretendin
Arya blinked once and then she blinked again because she was trying to ground herself in the silence that filled the space between ghem. The sound of her name in his voice was still bouncing around in her chest like it had nowhere else to go.“Go to bed,” he said again in a gentler voice this time. He didn't trust himself anymore around her and the last thing he wanted to happen was for something to happen in the moment that she— Arya will regret. He knew for a fact he'd never regret whatever happened but Arya would even if she had wanted it because everything was too sudden for her. A part of him even wondered if she had regretted that kiss. He could not say for certain, but he wished she had not and that was the exact reason he needed her to leave. She could end up regretting anything with him.Arya on the other hand knew she should listen except she wanted to start a fire she wasn’t ready to finish but still, she didn’t move. Her pride as well made her to stay rooted in spot, star
Arya wanted to scream her lungs out at him. She wanted to yell so loud until the windows cracked and throw anything withing reach. She didn't care if it was a glass or chair. As long as it was going to hit him hard and chase damage . Her chest was full of unbridled anger that was pushing against her ribs like it was trying to escape. Her hands felt shaky, not from fear but from how hard she was trying not to explode. Every part of her wanted to fight him, to tell him to leave, to never come back. She didn’t want to be near him. She didn’t want to hear his voice. And yet, somehow, she also wanted him to stay. That made her even angrier. But she didn’t yell, throw anything or push him out of the room.. She just stood up slowly and carefully. It was almost like her body was moving without her permission. Her legs felt heavy. Her chest still ached. Her pride screamed at her to stay seated. But her heart whispered something else. And so, without saying a word, she turned and followed him.
It wasn't up to a minute before Juan received a call. He sighed, annoyed by the buzz against his skin from where his phone lay in his pocket. Bringing it out, he squinted at the screen and then clenched his fingers. "Dominic, what the fuck do you want?" Juan said, swiping the ID up and bringing the phone to his ear. "Marco Bellini is dead.""I'm aware," Juan replied, his jaw tightening in anger. His brows then knitted in confusion. How many minutes had it been and how did Dominic know in such short time."I can almost see the wheels turning in your head Juan," Dominic laughed and the sighed. "I had men looking into him, that's how I knew.""And how does this have to do with me?" Juan asked. "Do you know what his death means?" Dominic asked. Juan knew, but he decided to know what Dominic was thinking. "They didn't want him talking?""Marco knew who sent him. He knows the face—.Look at the other men you've caught. He didn't find a way to kill them because they don't know who he is,"
Juan let out a breath he did not realize he was holding once Dominic was out. He was angry that Dominic would even suggest trading Arya off. Even though he knew Dominic could be useful to him. He was not about to take chances with the person that had betrayed him once before. Juan walked away from the living room and went to the backdoor of the house. He stepped out onto the lawn and let the warm air brush against his face. The breeze was soft and light, carrying the smell of sun-dried leaves and flowers that were beginning to wilt. Everything around him was still. The trees swayed gently, and the bushes lining the path stood tall and trimmed, but none of it helped settle the feeling in his chest.He looked around slowly, his eyes scanning every corner of the garden. First, he looked at the stone benches near the fountain—empty. Then his eyes followed the narrow dirt path that went between the hedges and led all the way to the back gate. Still, there was no one there. No sign of her
"Oh, I will kill for her, I will die for her, I will burn the whole world if I have to for her," Juan responded."For a woman you barely know?" Dominic laughed. "A woman who sees you as a monster? A woman who doesn't love you?""I will get to know her, and she will get to know me Dominic, who can resist me?" Juan asked, with a raise of his brows. Dominic laughed, while shaking his head..Juan didn’t drop his smirk, not even a little. He took one slow step back from Dominic, keeping his eyes on him the whole time. His hand moved to his collar, where he adjusted it calmly, brushing it like there was something on it he didn’t like—maybe dust.“You’ve said what you needed to say,” Juan told him, his voice cool but firm. “Now leave. Before I decide to throw you out myself.”Dominic let out anogher short laugh. It was dry, not the kind that came from humor. It didn’t feel friendly. It was the kind of laugh someone gives when they think they know something you don’t.“You haven’t changed,”