The atmosphere at Reed International had shifted no longer taut with veiled warnings, but electrified with suspicion and dread. Conversations were clipped. Smiles never reached eyes. Bella could feel it in the way people paused when she entered a room, in the way Jason barely met her gaze unless absolutely necessary. And when he did, it was as if he were looking for a ghost a version of her from the past he didn’t understand anymore.
Jason had grown quieter, more intense. She often caught glimpses of him through his office windows, hunched over documents, consulting Ryan Cole in hushed voices. Something was unraveling behind those closed doors, something Bella couldn't quite reach but whatever it was, she knew it had everything to do with her.
Jason had always been methodical, but now he was consumed. The betrayal he believed she’d orchestrated, the unexplained existence of Lila it drove him to exhume every corner of the past. And Ryan, usually calm and collected, now wore a constant furrow on his brow. He wasn’t just an executive anymore. He was a man torn between two truths.
Bella had her own war to fight.
Every night, she checked on Lila three times before bed. Every noise made her flinch. The photograph, her daughter captured from afar, playing innocently in a park was now folded and hidden inside a small zippered compartment in her purse. But its presence haunted her like a heartbeat she couldn't silence.
She was being watched. Stalked, maybe. The office, once her sanctuary, now felt hostile. The walls too thin. The smiles too sharp.
One afternoon, during a lull between meetings, Bella entered Jason’s office to drop off design updates. He was on a call, headset snug, voice low but authoritative. As she turned to leave, something caught her eye a small, silver flash drive half-buried beneath a stack of architectural briefs on his desk. Its presence seemed careless, almost out of place.
And yet, something told her it wasn’t.
Her pulse quickened. Every rational instinct screamed to walk away, but desperation spoke louder. The photo. The threats. The lies. She needed answers.
She knocked a file off the desk — an accident she made look accidental. As she bent to retrieve it, her hand grazed the flash drive. It disappeared into her pocket as smoothly as a whisper. She left the room without a word, her heart pounding like a drum in her ears.
That night, long after Lila had fallen asleep, Bella sat in the quiet hum of her apartment. Her laptop glowed dimly, casting long shadows on the wall. She plugged in the drive.
It opened to a series of mundane files quarterly reports, client presentations, procurement orders. But at the bottom, almost hidden, was a folder labeled simply: “VX-Logs”.
It was encrypted.
Bella stared at the prompt, her fingers hovering above the keyboard. She tried names, project codes, passwords she remembered Jason using. Nothing worked. She leaned back, exhaling, closing her eyes as memories flickered moments long buried: shared glances across a desk, stolen kisses in stairwells, their anniversary dinner under candlelight.
She typed in the date.
March 12th.
The folder opened.
Inside were several video files. Her stomach twisted as she read the dates. All from five years ago the week she’d left.
She clicked on the first one. The footage was grainy, security footage from the executive hallway. Jason appeared onscreen, staggering slightly, his hand bracing against the wall. His face was pale, unfocused. A moment later, Veronica emerged, her expression calculated, smile too precise.
She reached for him, steadying him and guiding him directly to his office door. Then, she turned, giving the camera a fleeting smirk before leaning in, her face brushing his. Jason was limp, clearly unaware. The screen flickered, and Bella appeared her younger self wide-eyed and heartbroken as she stumbled into the scene.
The image froze.
Bella’s breath caught in her throat. Her hand rose to her lips.
She watched it again. And again. Each time, she saw the details she’d missed. Veronica subtly wiping Jason’s mouth. Her positioning. The almost staged precision. Jason hadn’t kissed her. He hadn’t even been conscious.
He’d been drugged.
Bella’s entire world tilted.
She had left him believing he’d betrayed her. Built an entire life away, alone, in exile based on a moment carefully engineered to shatter her.
It was never real. It was never his fault.
And worse… she had been played.
Bella felt her legs weaken. She slid to the floor, back against the wall, the laptop still glowing on the desk. The grief she’d carried for half a decade twisted inside her, raw and burning. But underneath it all, beneath the shame, the heartbreak there was rage. Pure, rising fury.
Veronica had done this. And Jason… Jason had been as much a victim as she was.
Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She reached for it with a trembling hand.
Dean.
“Bella?” His voice was tight. “I just got off the phone with Olivia. She’s saying there’s something going on with Jason that he’s hiding assets, covering up fraud. I know she talks too much, but something about the way she said it… I think you’re in danger.”
Bella closed her eyes. Even now, Dean was trying to protect her.
“I found something,” she said quietly. “But I can’t talk about it. Not yet. Just… please, watch over Lila if I ever ask. No questions.”
There was a beat of silence.
“I will,” he said, no hesitation.
After the call ended, Bella rose to her feet. She stared out her window at the glowing Boston skyline. Below, the world bustled in ignorant peace, but above, where the powerful lived and played, the war had already begun.
She wasn’t running anymore.
Jason needed to see the video. But more than that, she needed to confront Veronica. Not as a pawn. Not as a victim.
As a mother. As a woman betrayed.
The threads were finally unraveling.
And Bella was going to make sure they strangled the right person.
The proof Aris Thorne found against Helena Vance was sharp enough to cut in both directions. It finally confirmed what Jason and Bella had feared that Helena wasn’t just part of George Reed’s twisted empire. She was its new head. She was the one known as “The Weaver,” the woman working from the shadows, pulling the strings, finishing what George started. But exposing her wouldn’t be simple. Helena Vance wasn’t someone who panicked when cornered. She had power, deep connections, and more money than most people could dream of. She would fight like hell to protect what she’d built.With the evidence in hand, Jason and Bella brought Detective Harris into the loop. They showed him the encrypted emails, the money trails, the logs that linked Vance directly to George’s crimes. Harris, who’d always suspected George still had control over things, sat quietly for a moment, staring at the documents. Then he leaned back in his chair and said, “This is it. This ties her to everything; the embezzle
Now that Dr. Aris Thorne had joined their fight, everything around Jason and Bella started to feel more alive and charged with a quiet urgency. Aris was strange, intense, and often lost in his own world, but he was also a genius. From the moment he arrived, he buried himself in the digital ruins of George Reed’s empire. He made very specific demands: complete silence in his private workspace, access to every single piece of old Reed International data they could find even files that had supposedly been deleted and a constant supply of his favorite herbal tea, which came from some rare, unknown corner of the world.He worked without pause, moving through the layers of encrypted emails, network trails, and digital traces left behind by the so-called Silent Partner; someone Aris now referred to as The Weaver.While Aris stayed hidden away, decoding the web of lies and hidden messages, Jason was still in the middle of his brutal uphill battle to save Reed International. Even now, George R
The truth about the Silent Partner shook Jason and Bella deeply. This wasn’t just about George Reed anymore. This was something much bigger, something far more dangerous. George might be gone, but someone else had taken over. Someone who knew how to hide, how to move pieces around without being seen. It was like a game of chess, but they didn’t even know who they were playing against.Jason knew he couldn’t fight this alone. He had reached his limit. Between managing Reed International, keeping Bella and Lila safe, and trying to bring down this invisible enemy, he was stretched too thin. He needed help. Real help. Someone who could understand the kind of deep, hidden digital traps being set around them.That’s when he thought of one person; Dr. Aris Thorne. Silas’s younger brother.Unlike Silas, Aris had nothing to do with crime. He was a genius when it came to computers and security, but he had left his family behind long ago. He hated what Silas stood for. Aris had always stayed far
New York felt strangely quiet after the chaos. Veronica Pierce had been destroyed in the media, and George Reed had disappeared behind the walls of a hospital, pretending to be a dying man. On the surface, it looked like the storm had passed. But Jason and Bella both knew better. The quiet was fake. It was like holding your breath before the next wave hit.George was not weak or sick. He was hiding behind that story, using it to shift attention and control the public’s opinion. Everyone now believed Veronica had acted alone. News stations showed old photos, played interviews with “sources” who claimed she had always been unstable. They said she was obsessed with Jason and jealous of Bella. The public believed it.“It’s sick,” Bella whispered, watching one of the reports. Her voice shook with anger. “They’re turning her into a mad woman. Like it was all just about jealousy. And George? He gets to stay clean?”Jason’s jaw tightened. He was always angry these days quietly, coldly angry.
The streets outside the safe house were in chaos.Police cars flashed their lights. Sirens screamed. People were shouting over each other. But inside the building, everything went quiet for Bella. She couldn’t hear the noise anymore, all she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her chest.She was holding Lila close, too close. Her arms wrapped tightly around her daughter’s small frame, her face buried in Lila’s soft hair. Lila didn’t understand what had almost happened. She didn’t know how close danger had come. She was safe now, back inside the building’s secure zone. But Bella wasn’t. Not on the inside. Her heart was racing, and fear still clung to her like a second skin.Jason stood nearby, his face tight with rage. He wasn’t shouting, but every word he spoke into his headset came out cold and sharp. “Lock the exits. Sweep the entire floor. I want full security lockdown. Now.”Mark Jenkins and his team moved fast, spreading out like a trained response unit. The
The silence in Jason’s office was suffocating, broken only by the crackle of Mark Jenkins’s voice over the secure communication line, each word slicing through the tension like a blade.“First vehicle has breached the outer perimeter,” Jenkins reported, voice steady but clipped. “Three armed operatives exiting. Moving towards the east gate.”Jason and Bella stood motionless, eyes fixed on the surveillance feeds. Onscreen, figures in black moved with alarming precision calculated steps, fluid maneuvers. These weren’t amateurs. They were professionals. Silas Thorne’s merciless signature was unmistakable.“Our team is engaging,” Jenkins continued. “Non-lethal force authorized. But if they resist, neutralize the threat.”A silent flash burst across one of the monitors, followed by a dull thud then another. Bella gasped, clutching Jason’s arm so tightly her nails dug into the fabric of his suit. Her fear was palpable. Jason remained stoic, his expression carved in granite, but tension radi