BELLA GEORGE
Cold 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 I tried to wiggle out of his hold. Why does everyone keep doing that? “Feisty I like it. I've always preferred the wild ones.” He purred and I felt like punching the delighted look he had on his face. “And I've always hated the creepy one! Get your hands off me or I'll report you for harassment!” He started laughing like I had just said the funniest thing and I was completely creeped out at this point. “Are you a maniac? Let me go!” I used all my strength to pull him but he didn't even move an inch. My heart started picking up pace again and that overbearing feeling of fear was back again. I didn't have time for this drama. I should be halfway across town by now. “Why did I have such bad luck? I was trying to run away from one bastard and met up with a creep.” I angrily muttered under my breath. He leaned closer, his face only inches from mine as he stared into my eyes with interest. “I will let you go but only if you agree to come with me.” Come with him? Is he crazy? “Get your hands off her, right now!” The anger in that familiar voice was enough to paralyze me in place as I seized all my struggles. My breath hitched and I felt like I was going to pass out as our eyes met. I was so dead. “If it isn't the almighty Vincent Castello. To what do I owe this pleasure of being so rudely interrupted by you?” The man's voice was filled with sarcasm but Vincent had an unreadable expression on his face as he took strong steps towards us. The air became thick with tension as he yanked off the man’s hold on me and pulled me to his side. His face might look blank but the air around him felt suffocating. He was glaring daggers at the man and the air became thick with tension. “Oh, I see you finally decided to loosen up and get yourself a toy.” The man had a playful smirk on his face and Vincent scowled. It didn't take being a genius to know that these two knew each other. I felt like wiping the smirk off the creeper's face with a punch. “When will you learn to stay away from my business Santiago? Do you have a death wish?” Vincent's words were filled with venom as he stared at him with hardened eyes and I whimpered as his hold around me tightened. Fear briefly flashed through Santiago’s eyes and if I wasn't angrily looking at him I would have missed it because he immediately covered it up with annoyance. “Relax, why are you getting so worked up over this? I didn't even know you got yourself a woman.” “Stay away from her. If you ever lay your filthy fingers on her you'll have to deal with me and we both know you are too weak to do that so back the fuck off!” They both glared at each other and I could feel how deeply they disliked each other, especially Vincent. He looked like he was stopping himself from launching Santiago across the room. “Is the almighty Vincent Castello furious over a woman, I have never known you to show your “fangs” in public so tell me brother, who is she?” Vincent stiffened, it looked like Santiago had hit a nerve. His eyes darkened and his aura became murderous as he took slow steps towards Santiago who stood his ground. He towered over him and my breath hitched as they had a stare-down. “I'd like to hear you call me brother again and I’ll rip your tongue right out of your wretched mouth with my bare hands and feed them to the dogs!” Santiago took in a sharp breath and with one last warning glare, Vincent tightened his hold around me and dragged me along. My nerves were all over the place as he dragged me out of the venue and pushed me towards the open car. I felt suffocated, I couldn't push down the feeling of anxiety that was eating me out. The guards formed a circle around us and my eyes darted all over the parking lot, searching for an escape. I can't go back to that house. “Don't even think about it.” He spat out and pushed me into the car. He settled down beside me and the car started. The whole ride was filled with a stifling silence and a part of me was begging me to fall on my knees and apologize to him but even in my frightened state the stubborn part of my brain had the upper hand. My mind was riddled with so many thoughts of just what my punishment would entail and I grimaced with displeasure. The car came to a halt and my stomach twisted into knots as a guard pulled the door open. I tried to make a run for it and I shrieked in fear as Vincent gripped my arm and yanked me into his chest. Pain shot up in my face as my nose hit his chest and a low whimper escaped my lips. Why was he built like a fucking house? I brought my free hand up to my nose to soothe the pain. Our eyes locked and fear gripped me as he glared at me with anger swirling in his eyes. I started struggling to get out of his hold. I pulled and clawed at his arms but he didn't even flinch. “Let go of me you big cow!” I yelled my voice red with anger. He glared at me and with one swift movement I found myself dangling in the air as he threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Let me down!” I yelled and started hitting his back with my fists as he took quick steps into the house. “Let me go! I'm not a fucking animal he can throw around however you like let me go!” My shouts seemed to be falling on deaf ears as I clawed at him with my fingers while hitting him. The door slammed shut behind him and I screamed as he threw me on the bed. “I fucking told you to stay! Why won't you listen to me? Do you want to die? Are you an animal?” He angrily growled and in a minute he was over my body as he gripped my hands and I shouted obscenities at him as he slid my hands into the chains that were attached to the bed. “You bastard let go of me!” He leaned forward and gripped my head. I yelped as I desperately pulled at the chains. “How dare you run away from me! All you had to do fucking stay by my side and behave! Is it too much to ask? Do you have any idea what would have happened if…” “I don't care! All I want is to be away from you. Let me go!” I angrily shouted with defiance and he smirked as he started laughing crazily. “You want to go right? I'll let you go but first…” He trailed off and his eyes glazed over as he buried his nose into my neck. “I’ll make you understand that I own you! You are mine! You are nothing but property and I control your pathetic life!” He pulled my gown upwards and my eyes widened as he started to knead my thighs. “God please not this.” I thought out loud. My vision was blurry and I started struggling in his hold as he ran his hands over my body. I started crying as he traced kisses over my neck and exposed collarbone. “Please! You can't do this to me” I cried out. I felt his smile against my skin. “You never learn, do you? I can do whatever the fuck I want and no one can stop me!. “Please stop.” I cried out desperately as his hands kneaded my butt. My body shivered as he ran his nose all down my neck and whispered into my ears. “You are mine Bella! Know your place.” He pulled away from me and I cried uncontrollably as he slammed the door behind him leaving me chained and miserable.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
BELLAWhat did he think I was? A fucking hand trophy? A pretty little ornament to dangle on his arm while he paraded around, soaking up attention?Then why the hell bring me to a party if I wasn’t even allowed to enjoy it? To laugh, to drink, to actually exist?Vincent had been dragging me around all night, dictating every move like I was some wind-up doll designed to nod, smile, and obey. And the worst part? I was still smiling, that sweet, practiced expression stretched across my face like a mask, hiding the irritation clawing at my insides.Why was I even humoring him? The bastard had made it clear. Be polite. Stay close. Like I was a damn child who needed supervision.My fingers itched to peel away from his grip, to vanish into the crowd and remind him that I wasn’t something to be kept.He was talking to a man about something related to a contract and I groaned at the back of my mind as I listened to the same boring business talk over and over again.Why can’t they talk about som
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