Se connecterIsabella’s POV “Lucas…”My voice barely came out right. It sounded thin and shaky in the large suite.His eyes dropped instantly to the blood. Then his entire face lost color. “Claire,” he said sharply. “Now.”Claire was already moving before he finished speaking. She crossed the room quickly, her steps hurried on the polished floor. “Get her upstairs.”“No hospital,” I said immediately. My hand pressed harder against my stomach as another wave of pain rolled through me.Marcus stared at me like I’d lost my mind. His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly. “Are you serious?”“I said no hospital.”Another cramp twisted violently through my stomach. Hot. Sharp. It made my breath catch and my knees feel weak. I grabbed Lucas’s sleeve hard enough that my fingers hurt from the grip.He looked terrified now. “Bella,” he said quietly, “you’re bleeding.”“I know.”“Then stop arguing and let somebody help you.”“I can’t go back there.” My breathing turned uneven. Short, shallow breaths
Isabella’s POV “You leaked it.” Lila’s voice cut through the tunnel before anybody else could speak again. Lucas looked at her slowly. His body turned toward her with deliberate control. “Excuse me?”“The engagement story.” Her grip tightened around the folded paper, knuckles showing white. “You leaked it before Richard could control it.”“That might be the dumbest thing anybody’s said tonight,” Marcus muttered. He leaned against the rough wall, arms still crossed tight over his chest.Lila ignored him completely, eyes fixed on Lucas. Her posture stayed straight despite the exhaustion visible in the lines around her mouth. “You wanted Isabella to see it before the announcement became public.”Lucas stared at her for a long second like he genuinely couldn’t believe she was serious. His jaw worked once, the muscle flexing under the skin. “You think I’d blackmail myself into a marriage?”“I think you’ve been acting irrationally for weeks.”His shoulders tensed and his hands stayed loos
Isabella’s POV “What is it?”Lucas stepped in front of me the second he asked the question. His body moved without thinking, blocking me from Lila and the envelope. His shoulders stayed tense under his shirt, and his feet planted firmly on the concrete floor of the tunnel.Her eyes stayed on him for one second too long before she held the envelope out. The white paper looked plain in the dim underground lighting.“I intercepted it downstairs before security could.”Lucas took it carefully. His fingers brushed against hers for a brief moment. “Intercepted from who?”“One of the reporters.”Marcus and Claire had just reached us from farther down the tunnel. Their footsteps echoed off the concrete walls. Blair and Camilla’s arguing still echoed faintly behind them, voices carrying through the narrow passage.Claire looked exhausted already. Her shoulders slumped and she rubbed one hand over her eyes. “Can somebody explain what’s happening now before I lose my mind completely?”Lila poin
Isabella’s POV “That’s fake.”Mom’s voice yelled so quickly it barely sounded like her own. She stood in the middle of the narrow tunnel, her posture rigid but her hands trembling at her sides.Lucas still held the phone out toward me. The screen glowed in the dim underground light, casting a pale blue light on our faces. Camilla in a hospital bed. Pale. Younger. Holding me against her chest with tears already on her face. Not the cold woman Blair had described for years.“No,” Camilla whispered from behind us. “That picture was taken after she was born.”Everybody turned toward her. The group stopped moving in the narrow passage. Security guards shifted uncomfortably behind us, their shoes scraping against the concrete.Mom stepped forward so fast one of the guards instinctively moved between them. Her face flushed with anger, her breathing rough and audible in the quiet tunnel.“You lying bitch.”“Blair…” Claire started, reaching out a hand.“No.” Mom pointed directly at Camilla no
Isabella’s POV “Move.”Lucas reacted before anybody else. The second the nurse finished speaking, he was already at the door, his hand gripping the frame as he leaned out to check the hallway.“What floor access points are still clear?” he asked sharply. His voice carried down the corridor, low and urgent.The nurse shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her scrubs slightly rumpled from the long shift, her eyes darting between the group and the open doorway. “Security’s trying to hold the elevators, but reporters came through the west stairwell and…”“Lucas.” Claire’s voice cut through fast. She stood near the bed, her hand still resting on the railing. “Don’t leave her.”He looked back at me immediately. His eyes met mine across the small distance, checking, steadying. Then toward the doctor. “Can she walk?”The doctor hesitated too long. He stood near the monitors, clipboard in hand, his white coat hanging open.“I asked a simple question.”“She shouldn’t be exerting hersel
Isabella’s POV “I'm sick of this bullshit, You ’re not keeping me here any longer.” The words came out before the doctor even finished speaking. Everybody turned toward me. The muted television on the wall kept flashing headlines in silence behind us, the bright colors reflecting off the beige walls and the metal rails of my bed. I couldn’t look at it anymore. I couldn’t stay in this room another second listening to machines beep while strangers debated my bloodline on national television. The doctor frowned. He stood near the end of the bed with his clipboard in hand, his white coat slightly wrinkled from the long night. “Miss Isabella, with the bleeding and stress levels…”“I said I’m leaving, that's final.”Claire stepped closer instantly. Her shoes made soft sounds on the tile floor. “Bella.”“No.” My voice sharpened. I shifted against the pillows, and the IV line tugged at my arm. “I can’t breathe in here anymore.”Lucas looked at me carefully now, his eyes moved over my face







