BELLA
“There’s an event tonight and you’re coming with me,” I stated in an authoritative manner. “And why would I do that?” She shot me a glare. “You’re holding me here against my wish so why on earth would I go anywhere with you?” She clapped back at me angrily. “Because I said so.” I hissed, she opened her mouth to say something again and I just knew she was about to counter me so I grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to me. She tried to shake me off but I held her still by grabbing her chin roughly, “Don’t get me wrong, that wasn’t a request and for your own safety, when I say something, you fucking do it without making a single sound.” I had lost a drug shipment for a client and was not in the right frame of mind at that time plus I hated how she always fought back, she was supposed to be submissive. For a man like me that was used to people being afraid of me, she was definitely different. “So what am I to you? Some kind of puppet or what?” She countered. I scoffed in disbelief. She wasn’t scared of me and it was quite evident from her attitude even after I’ve shown her a little of my bad side. I am Vincent Castello and upon hearing my name, hundreds would shake in tremor but not her. “Yes.” I stated firmly and sternly. “You are mine to control Bella and that’s because I bought you. Do you understand?” I shook her wildly and even though there was this defiant spark in her eyes, she heaved heavily and nodded. I shoved her towards the two maids in the room, “Get her dressed.” I ordered before I walked out. The maids dressed her up just as I had instructed, in a black dress and when my eyes rested on her at the top of the stairs, her beauty captivated me. Her hair was styled in waves and the black dress clung to every single curve on her body, the color made her skin look even more beautiful and the net like material revealed just the right amount of cleavage that made me swallow real hard in order to keep myself in order. My cock twitched as I watched her come down the stairs and by the time her scent filled my nostrils when she got close enough, I stretched out my hand to take her hand but she simply walked right past me. She headed straight for the car and didn’t even stop to acknowledge the fact that I had been waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. I had assumed she would be happy to finally step out of the house. “The whole point of asking you to come with me is for you to be my date.” I said as I got into the car, taking my seat next to her and she glanced away angrily but even a frown was not enough to dim her beautiful facial features. “And what makes you think that I want to be your date?” She replied gruffly. “For someone so fragile and tiny, you tend to go beyond your limits, don’t you?” I clicked my tongue. I’ve never seen anyone as tiny and stubborn as she was. “You should be careful though, it can always get you into trouble and I know just the right way to deal with people like you Bella,” I warned. I could have sworn I heard her hiss as she turned to stare out the window. In all my years, no one had ever hissed at me until that moment. The ride was silent and when we pulled up in front of the club, private security escorted us through the back door and we rode the elevator down to our secret meeting place underneath the building. The noisy and bustling club kept our affairs a secret so it was the perfect hideout. It was a private event for members of our cartel and I knew no one expected me at such a gathering because I rarely attended them so to see me show up with a woman by my side made every neck in the room turn in our direction. With a smile, I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her closer to me but she immediately tried to step away from my touch. I held her firm and leaned closer to whisper to her as we took our seats, “You had better be on your best behavior because I’ll not hesitate to set you right, right here in front of everyone.” I threatened. She sat down grudgingly but she didn’t try to move away from me anymore. We had barely been seated for up to ten minutes before Bella mumbled something about needing to use the restroom. She stood up sharply but I immediately reached out and pulled her back down. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I snapped at her. “To the restroom, I told you, I need to use the restroom or would you also deny me the right to ease myself? Why don’t you just chain me to you so the whole world can know you own me.” She hissed and I smirked. “That idea is tempting but that would have to be some other time.” I winked at her and she frowned. That response was intended to get on her nerves and I loved the fact that it did. I couldn’t let her out of my sight so I signaled one of my bodyguards, “Escort her to the bathroom and bring her back safely to my side. Am I clear?” I instructed and he nodded. “Yes sir.” The moment I released my grip on her waist, she jumped up as if she just couldn’t wait to get away from me and hurried out with the bodyguard. I watched her leave, my eyes fixed on how her hips swayed from side to side in such a sensual manner. Other than the fact that the woman was just outrightly annoying, she was indeed beautiful. The event started soon enough and there was going to be a private auction later on that I looked forward to but for the meantime, I just wanted to… “Sir,” someone whispered into my ear and I turned around sharply to find the bodyguard that had escorted Bella behind me. If he was here then where was she? I thought to myself as my brows furrowed. “She escaped. I can’t find her.” The bodyguard added and I jumped up. “What did you just say?” “I am sorry sir but I lost her. She was right there in the bathroom and then the next minute she was…” “Find her right now!” I yelled, still managing to keep my voice down so as not to draw the attention of the others. She was really something! How did she even manage to slip past the bodyguard? She had no idea what she was doing. The underground meeting room was like a maze and it was almost impossible to exit it without using the elevator and to do that, she would need an access card. It was dangerous for her to roam around a place like this with the type of men around at that moment. I suddenly stopped and dipped my hand into my pocket for the elevator access card that she had seen me use when we arrived and wasn’t surprised to see that it was gone. I had really underestimated Bella and it irked me. “Catch that red haired little brat, right now! She must not leave this building.” I yelled angrily at the guards behind me and they scurried off. I headed towards the elevator but couldn’t find her. Just as I was about to turn around, I heard a familiar voice and my posture stiffened in reaction to it as I clenched my jaw. I didn’t have to move closer to know who it was. I would have loved to walk away in the opposite direction and totally ignore him but then, my eyes rested on her. She was standing right next to him and my eyes dropped down to his hand wrapped around hers in a firm grip. My eyes darkened as my fists clenched tightly by my side. “Get your hands off her, right now.” I growled and he glanced up just in time to lock eyes with me. He knew better than to touch what was mine so the bastard definitely had a death wish.BELLA GEORGECold sweat broke out on my forehead and I felt like I might faint as my heart started beating rapidly in my chest. I felt all the adrenaline melt away and fear take over.I could not bring myself to turn around and look at the person whose hands gripped mine so tightly. It could only be Vincent or his guards, and the thought terrified me.I would be dead before I even stepped outside, why was life so cruel to me?“What's a pretty lady like you doing so far away from the party?” A deep masculine voice cooed.I felt irritated as I turned around and came face-to-face with a gruff-looking man. He had a sweet smile on his face and I glared at him as I tried to pull my hand out of his hold.“I could ask you the same thing but I don't care. Now let go of my hand!” I angrily growled and he smirked as he tightened his hold and pulled me closer to him.He leaned towards my neck and I shivered as he took a whiff of my scent. His eyes clouded with an emotion I couldn't understand as
BELLAI can't live like this!This was not the life I wanted for myself. I had always wanted to take a break from all the hardship and just relax but this was far from what I had in mind.I was trapped in this house and I felt like a prisoner. Every moment of my life I had someone watching my back.I wasn't allowed to go anywhere and eyes were always following my every move.I can't keep staying like this! I need to get away from this house and Vincent. I refused to be treated like a commodity when I was my person.I needed to come up with a plan to leave this hell hole.I wrecked my brain as I paced around the room. I refused to acknowledge it as mine.“I need to go but how do I go about it without getting caught? I need to use my brain or I'll fall into a deeper mess.” I muttered under my breath.My face lit up when an idea crossed my mind. “How could I escape when I'm always confined in my room? It's just like in all the heist movies I've watched! The best way to go in and out of a
THIRD PERSON POV“What is wrong with you? I said let me go this instant!” Camilla angrily shouted as she struggled to pull her hand out of Bella’s tight grip.“You are hurting me let go you demented fool.” Camilla’s face was red with anger, her cheeks burning as if they had been set ablaze. Bella felt a deep satisfaction as she took in the sight of her frustration.“I still haven’t heard a single word of apology from your filthy mouth so, No!” Bella snapped with a smirk on her face.“Is this a freaking joke to you! Take your diseased hands off me or you will not like what I’ll do to you!” Camilla’s jaw tightened, her eyes filled with fury as her free hand clenched into a fist.The guards stood awkwardly at the side exchanging uncertain glances between them. They didn't know what to do. Were they supposed to step in? Was that even allowed?The answer was unclear but none of them wanted to be stuck in the middle of a personal banter between women. And they cursed their luck for being st
BELLAI was painfully bored.With a lazy expression, I flipped through the endless sea of channels on the TV, barely paying attention to anything that popped up on the screen. Sprawled out on my bean bag like a starfish, I sighed hoping anything interesting would capture my attention.After what felt like an eternity of mindless scrolling, I gave up and settled on an animated movie. Just as I started to enjoy it, a loud knock shattered my brief moment of peace.I groaned in annoyance, rolling my eyes as the doorknob twisted. A maid stepped inside, her gaze sweeping over the room. She offered a small, polite smile when our eyes met but I could tell she had been sent here to say something that I’m certain I wouldn’t like.“What is it this time?” I asked, my tone dripping with boredom as I stared at her.She cleared her throat, shifting slightly as she averted her gaze to the floor. “Sir has asked for you to join him for dinner downstairs,” she said, her voice clipped and professional.I
VINCENTThat was exhilarating.Watching her squirm beneath me sent a thrill through my veins and gave me a high I never knew I needed. Every second of being in complete control, of bending her to my will was intoxicating.She was different and disobedient. No one had ever dared to defy me, let alone look me in the eye and throw my authority back in my face. I was used to unwavering obedience, to people trembling at my presence, their fear settling in before I even uttered a word.But her? She wasn’t afraid. And the defiance she displayed was foreign, so infuriating and it only made me want to break her even more.I smirked, the memory replaying in my mind like a song on repeat. She had always been bold, unafraid to speak her mind even when she knew I could make her disappear with a mere snap of my fingers.She was something else.The way she had crumbled beneath me was intoxicating. At first, she fought, stubborn as ever. But the moment she started shaking, begging, her body betraying
BELLAI know I’ve said this a million times already, but I’m so over this.Tired of being locked up. Tired of staring at the same four walls like some caged animal. Tired of not feeling the sun on my skin, not meeting people who could hold a decent conversation.And, God help me, I was tired of wearing the same damn clothes every single day.Vincent dared to snatch me from my life, but he couldn’t even let me have a decent wardrobe. All I had were the pajamas he “graciously” took from his maids and the gown I was wearing the day he kidnapped me. It was insulting. A girl needs options! If I was going to be held hostage, I should at least get to look good while suffering.I flopped onto my bed with a dramatic sigh. “I’m a lady, for goodness’ sake! How am I supposed to survive without my necessities?”If Vincent was going to keep me here indefinitely, he could at least have the decency to take me back to my house so I could grab my things. My shirt and pants, my dresses, hell, even my pa
BELLAA gasp escaped my slightly parted lips as his hands glided over my back, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down my spine.It was electric, almost magical the way his fingers brushed my skin before carefully pulling up the zipper of my gown. Our eyes remained locked in the mirror and suddenly, the air between us felt charged, humming with untamed energy.“Beautiful,” Vincent murmured, his deep, husky voice rolling over me like a velvet caress.I couldn’t disagree. The gown hugged my body in all the right places, making me feel like someone entirely new, someone powerful, elegant, and untouchable. Yet, standing this close to him, I felt anything but untouchable.Then, he stepped closer, pressing his body against mine.My breath hitched, my pulse hammering wildly in my chest as our eyes held each other in a heated exchange. His gaze darkened, his pupils dilating as something unspoken flickered across his face, something raw, something dangerous.I barely had time to react be
VINCENT“I asked a fucking question. What the hell happened here?” My voice was like ice, slicing through the thick tension that hung in the air.The gathered guards visibly flinched, their shoulders stiff, their faces pale with barely concealed fear. They looked like frightened prey, their eyes darting between each other in silent panic, none of them daring to step forward.My glare hardened. The longer they stayed quiet, the more my patience thinned.“Will you speak,” I hissed through gritted teeth, “or do I have to make you bleed it out?”The threat lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating.Before anyone could answer, the front doors swung open and Bianchi stepped out, his presence thick with danger.The guards quietly stepped out of the way as he walked as he walked toward me. His aura was dark and heavy with an unspoken lethal promise, yet his expression remained eerily calm. Too calm.“What is this?” My voice was low, laced with a cold fury that sent another visible shudder th
BELLA“Please…” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper.“Touch me. Spank me. Use me to do whatever you want but don’t leave me like this.” My body trembled, aching for relief as I looked up at him through hooded eyes.Vincent tilted his head, a slow, knowing smirk curling at his lips. “Where’s the fun in that, Princess?” His voice was low, dark, teasing.“If I give it to you so easily, you won’t value it.” He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my skin. “Show me how much you want it.”I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling as I fought against the need clawing through me. “I want you. I need you. Please… just touch me.” My voice was thick with desperation, pleasure pooling behind my ribs.Vincent’s eyes darkened as he crawled onto the bed, slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking his prey.“How badly do you need me, Princess?” he murmured, his fingers grazing the bare skin of my arm, sending shivers across my body. “Tell me where you want me.”My breath hitched as I watc
BELLAI couldn’t take my eyes off Vincent.The entire car ride, I stayed glued to him, my gaze tracing over every bruise, every cut, every sign of the pain he endured. He knew this wasn’t like me worrying and hovering but he didn’t say anything.By the time we pulled up to the mansion, the doctor was already waiting, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave his side. Not while he was still at risk.Not when I knew he was hurt because of me.He could have run. He could have saved himself. But instead, he came back for me. He took every punch, every blow, just to make sure I was safe. And that knowledge sat heavy on my chest, making it harder to breathe.Now, the room was empty. Just the two of us.I balanced two steaming bowls of soup on my lap, carefully bringing a spoon to his lips. Vincent gave me a confused look, his brow slightly furrowed.“Eat,” I said softly. “You can’t strain your arm.”His lips parted slightly as if he wanted to argue, but instead, he nodded. Without another word,
THIRD POVBella was drowning in guilt. It clawed at her, suffocating her with every second that passed.This was her fault.Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Vincent, her heart-shattering at the sight before her. He was taking it all for her. And she hated it.“Look at you,” Bullet sneered, his laughter sharp and cruel as he drove a knife into Vincent’s arm right where he had been shot before.Bella choked on a sob, her body trembling as she watched the blade sink in, blood seeping through his already torn shirt. But Vincent didn’t flinch.His jaw clenched, his muscles tensed, but he gave Bullet nothing. No reaction. Just a deadly, silent glare.And that only seemed to amuse Bullet more.The bastard was enjoying this.Bella’s stomach twisted as she watched them beat and torture Vincent. Fists crashed against his body, his blood staining the floor beneath him, and yet he didn’t break.Bullet smirked, gripping Vincent’s jaw with bruising force. “Look at you, hanging here lik
THIRD POVThe party was amazing. The view was breathtaking, the ocean shimmering under the moonlight, and for the first time, Bella truly understood what it felt like to be under a sky full of stars in the middle of the ocean.She closed her eyes, letting the music pulse through her and the soothing scent of the ocean invade her senses. It felt serene.These were the kinds of nights she wanted to remember forever. The feeling was comforting and it almost felt like a dream.“I’ve always wanted to come to a yacht party,” she murmured to herself, smiling.With a contented sigh, Bella pulled out her phone, determined to capture the moment. She snapped a few pictures before switching to Snapchat.“Carmen will be so jealous,” she giggled, making silly faces as she recorded videos.But then, Bella froze. A man with a cold, unreadable expression stared straight into the camera, his dark eyes locking onto hers. A shiver ran down her spine and a deep sense of unease twisted in her gut.Slowly,
VINCENTI don’t take betrayal lightly. Everyone knows that.But it seems I’ve been too lenient, too merciful. And now, some bastards have mistaken that for weakness.That was my mistake.And I intend to correct it.“Are you sure he’s going to be there, Bianchi?” My voice was calm, but the weight behind it was anything but.Bianchi gave a slow nod. “Yes, Don. It’s been confirmed, that’s his hideout. But he’s smart and sneaky. No one who gets too close ever makes it out alive.”A cruel smirk tugged at my lips.“Then I’ll just have to deal with him myself.”My voice was ice cold.Because if there’s one thing they should have learned by now, It’s that no one betrays me and lives to tell the tale.“Except for that one bastard.” My mind added.If he thought he could betray me and hide behind his so-called protection, he was dead wrong.I would rip his cover open. And burn them all.“This is his picture, Don.”Bianchi handed me a photograph. One look and a slow smirk curled at my lips.“Bull
BELLAThe ride back to the mansion was quiet. I had brushed off Vincent’s arm when I got into the car, putting as much space between us as possible. Now, I sat with my body pressed against the door, staring out the window, stewing.Why had he suddenly come back? And why did he show up at my school like that? Fighting for me, of all things?He doesn’t care about me. Hell, he was a bigger bully than Daniel, so why did he interfere? And then to call me his woman?Was he claiming me? Like I was some possession that belonged to him? The thought made my blood boil.I hadn’t even gotten to tell Carmen goodbye, all because he dragged me away. I had wanted to spend a little more time with her before being locked inside that hellhole for the next two days.Leave it to Vincent to ruin my plans.And where had he even been all this time?The car rolled to a stop. A guard opened the door for him first, and he stepped out without a word. Then he turned to me, extending his hand.I shot him a glare b
BELLA “Why can’t we just grab drinks from the vending machine?” I whined as Carmen dragged me across the street toward the little café opposite our school.“Because I’m not in the mood for watered-down soda, and this is the first time we’re moving around without your nannies breathing down our necks,” she shot back, barely slowing her pace.I huffed but couldn’t help laughing. “I thought you liked them? I distinctly remember you saying they were hot.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.Carmen scoffed. “That was before I realized they were total creeps.”She had a point. When the guards first drove me to school and didn’t follow me inside, I was shocked. At first, I assumed they had stepped out for coffee or something, but then the entire day passed, and they only reappeared when it was time to pick me up.I asked about it, and the response was even more surprising. “Don has asked us to withdraw from guarding you in the school. He said it was not necessary.”I had no idea why he did that,
BELLAIt took me days to heal completely from the pain Vincent had put me through, and the worst part was that the bastard had refused to show himself before me again.I didn’t want to see him, but it was still infuriating that he hadn’t come to apologize. Not a single word. Not even a damn message.I went back to school on the third day, and things were far from normal. The guards were watching me like a hawk. All previous agreements had been dissolved, and I was back to being a prisoner.I hated how they shadowed my every move, their eyes scanning the halls, ensuring I didn’t step a foot out of line. It made my blood boil.And Vincent? He had been gone for the past week. At first, I thought he was avoiding me, but then I realized I hadn’t heard his voice in the mansion. Not once.No sign of him coming or going. No distant murmurs of his presence. Nothing.That only meant one thing. “He had traveled and left me here, caged like a damn bird.” I scoffed.My chest burned with frustrati
VINCENTWhy couldn’t she just fucking listen? All she had to do was obey, but no, she had to push, to test me, to defy me.And now look where that got her.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. I never wanted to lose control, but she drove me there. Even then, I knew when to stop. If I hadn’t, she would have passed out.I leaned against the wall, the distant sound of her ragged sobs filtering through the closed door. My jaw clenched.I should probably get her out now.Pushing off the wall, I stepped back into the dimly lit room. The scent of sweat and faint traces of blood lingered in the air. She was curled up, her body trembling with each broken sob, tear-streaked cheeks glowing under the faint light. The red welts and fading handprints on her pale skin stood out like battle scars.She noticed my presence and lifted her head, her eyes burning with venom as she glared at me. Pure, unfiltered hatred.I ignored it. I reached for her wrists, unclasping the cuffs from the chain