LOGINAlexander Blackwood has never been one to bow to anyone’s expectations—except now, he must. His family insists he marry a woman he doesn’t know to satisfy an unusual arrangement. But the moment he meets Bella Harrington, the last person he expects—or wants—to be tied to, sparks fly. Bella Harrington is fiercely independent and has her own reasons for agreeing to this sudden engagement: her family’s business is on the brink of bankruptcy, and this marriage could save them. She doesn’t know Alexander, and she certainly doesn’t want to be trapped in a situation orchestrated by adults who think they know what’s best. From the first awkward dinner to the shocking revelation that they’ll be married for ninety days—with the promise of divorce if they can’t get along—Alexander and Bella clash at every turn. Sharp wit, stubborn pride, and a shared history neither of them fully remembers ignite a fire neither can ignore. Forced into daily proximity, their battles of words, clever tricks, and teasing insults slowly give way to understanding, trust, and undeniable attraction. But can they navigate the walls of pride, old grudges, and family pressure in just ninety days—or will they part ways forever, convinced they can’t stand each other? 90 Days to with Bella is a steamy, witty enemies-to-lovers romance about pride, second chances, and the surprising ways love can find you when you least expect it.
View MoreALEX'S POV.“Let’s get a divorce.”Those four words landed like a blade to my chest. Sharp, precise and fatal.I felt them slice through the thin layer of self-control I had left, but I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t. If I showed even the smallest crack, everything I’d been holding back every feeling, every memory and every weakness would spill out in front of her. And I couldn’t afford that.So I forced my face to stay cold, my voice flat, even though my heart was thundering like it wanted to break free.“Are you done?” I asked her, pretending like her words didn’t just wreck me.Bella was crying quietly, desperately and painfully. And God… it killed me. I hated seeing tears on her face. I hated knowing that I caused them. I hated that part of me wanted to pull her into my arms and tell her not to leave me. But I didn’t deserve that kind of comfort. I didn’t deserve her.So I swallowed the lump in my throat, shoved every emotion down my spine, and said what I knew would hurt her even more
BELLA’S POV.I woke up to someone gently shaking my shoulder. My eyes fluttered open to find Marissa standing over me, her face calm but a little uneasy.“Good evening, Mrs. Blackwood,” she said softly. “Mr. Blackwood is back… he asked me to wake you. He’s waiting for you in the bedroom.”I blinked a few times, confused. “Did something happen?”Marissa hesitated, glancing toward the stairs. “He didn’t say. But he looked… upset.” Upset? My heart skipped.I sat up immediately, brushing my hair back. “Thank you, Marissa,” I murmured, though my voice came out shaky. She nodded politely and left me there, my chest already tightening with worry.Something told me this wasn’t going to be just another conversation. No… this time, something was wrong.I stood up, straightening my shirt, and stared at the stairs for a few seconds, trying to calm the racing of my heart. Then, almost under my breath, I whispered to myself, “No more running, Bella. Today, you’re going to ask him. You deserve the t
ALEX’S POV.The headache hit me like a hammer the moment I stepped into my office. The dim light slicing through the blinds didn’t help either. It was one of those mornings where even breathing felt like punishment for the night before. I should’ve stopped drinking after the second glass, but stopping had never been one of my strong suits. Especially not when I’m trying to forget something or someone.The quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the silence, the only sound that kept me company as I sat behind my desk, a half-finished report glowing on my laptop screen. I’d been staring at it for nearly an hour, pretending to work, but all I’d managed to do was re-read the same sentence ten times. My head throbbed with every heartbeat, my stomach twisted, and yet, the only thing I could think about was Bella.A month and a half. That’s how long it had been since we got married. And every single day since, I’d found myself caught between two worlds the one where I wanted to love her, and
I went back downstairs, standing in front of it again. My reflection stared back at me in the shiny doorknob, and I pressed my hand flat against the wood, feeling the stillness behind it.Every instinct I had told me this room was connected to Sophia. Maybe she once stayed here. Maybe she left something behind. Or maybe… this was where Alex kept the memories he couldn’t bear to face. “I’ll find out one day,” I whispered to the door, my voice soft but certain. “No matter what it takes.”Then I turned away, forcing myself to walk back to the living room pretending the secret behind that door wasn’t already living rent-free in my mind.I sat in the living room long after midnight, the faint hum of the air conditioner filling the silence Alex left behind. The TV was still on, some random movie playing, but I wasn’t watching it. My eyes kept drifting down the hallway toward the forbidden room.It felt like it was alive, like the air around it was thicker somehow. Every time I walked past
ALEX’S POV.I stormed out of the room before she could say another word. The sound of the door slamming behind me echoed through the hall like a gunshot. My blood was boiling and my jaw ached from how hard I was clenching it.I couldn’t believe Bella. Always so damn curious. Always pressing buttons
BELLA’S POV.The living room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the clicking of my keyboard. I had been staring at the same spreadsheet for almost an hour, pretending to be busy with work when all I was really doing was avoiding my thoughts.Three weeks. It had been three
BELLA’S POV.The drive back to the penthouse was wrapped in silence. Not the peaceful kind but the heavy, suffocating kind that made me feel like every tick of the clock was louder than it should be.Outside, the city glowed in streaks of gold and white. Cars passed by, horns occasionally cutting t
BELLA’S POV.I lay still on the bed, pretending to be asleep. My breathing was steady, shallow, and quiet, like I’d practiced it for years. The room was dim, the faint golden light from the bedside lamp spilling across the carpet and catching the edge of Alex’s silhouette as he walked in. I could f


















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