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Chapter 39: Accident Revelation
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"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
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"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
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“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
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“What do you mean fired?” Juan asked. His voice was full of disbelief. He walked back and forth across his office, his steps quick and restless. His fingers moved nervously, as if he didn’t know what to do with them. He was clearly holding back anger.Dominic’s voice came clearly from the speakerphone. He sounded calm, like this wasn’t a big deal to him. “I got rid of him. I fired him.”Juan stopped for a second, then shook his head. “Why? What did he do?”“He sold the layout of my estate,” Dominic said simply. “Gave it to one of my rivals.”Juan let out a sharp breath, part surprise and part anger. “Honestly, I’m shocked you didn’t just kill him.”There was a low chuckle on the other end of the line. “Yeah, me too,” Dominic admitted. “Should’ve just taken him out.”There was a pause. Then Dominic asked, “So tell me… what’s going on with him now? Why are you asking about Marco?”Juan’s eyes narrowed. “That’s none of your business.”“Oh come on,” Dominic said. “Don’t you think your old
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"You're right," Juan responded with a sigh. His jaw tightened ever so slightly and we walked off. She was indeed right and it had taken him a lot to admit that. The real reason he had even done that wa because he was too mentally exhausted to argue. Then he stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. "What were you going to ask me?""Never mind about that," she said with a right smile and began walking away, but of course, her short legs could only take her so far and it wasn't up to a second Juan was grabbing her by the waist, turning her body to face him. "Talk to me mio Angelo," he said in a low murmur that seemed more like a rumble out of his chest."N-nothing," she stammered, avoiding his eyes. She felt so small in his muscular arms. Juan smiled at his petite she was. "You sure about that?""It's something that can wait," she said, swallowing hard. "Seems like you have pressing matters to attend to and I would not want this to...""I always have your time. Business can wait
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“No way,” Arya said firmly, her voice serious. “I’d rather just stand here and watch you.” Juan looked at her with a small smirk on his face. “Then sit back and enjoy the view,” he replied, clearly amused. A soft breeze passed through the air, gentle and warm, carrying the sweet smell of ripe grapes mixed with the salty scent of the nearby sea. The air was thick with sun and summer, and every breath Arya took filled her chest with that rich, warm scent. She stood barefoot at the edge of the pool, the tips of her toes just barely touching the cool water. The sunlight hit the surface of the pool, making it shine like glass. Everything around her seemed to glow, like the world was softer here, almost magical. Arya had no idea her day would turn out like this. She didn’t expect to be standing beside a beautiful pool, next to a vineyard that looked too perfect to be real. It felt like something from a dream or a fancy vacation ad on TV. It didn’t feel like her life. Not the one she re
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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.
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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,"
