LOGIN“You have to earn your living, Bella. Do you really think you can keep eating free meals, sleeping under a free roof, and living off my son while he’s breaking his back working to put food on the table?” Matilda snapped, her voice dripping with contempt.
I stared at her, stunned by the sheer arrogance in her words. Every accusation pressed against my chest like a weight. My breathing grew shallow, my ribs tightening painfully as I fought to keep my emotions under control. I took a slow, deep breath. I refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. With my jaw clenched, I slowly pushed myself to my feet. Pain shot through my injured leg and arm, nearly making me lose my balance, but I steadied myself and forced my trembling body upright. Once I had composed myself, I lifted my eyes and looked directly at Ralph. “So, what about the Conti project?” My calm question instantly changed the atmosphere. Ralph's expression flickered with surprise. Even Dawn frowned, clearly caught off guard by my unexpected question. “How did you know about the Conti project?” Dawn demanded. I didn't even spare her a glance. My eyes remained fixed on Ralph. I was waiting for his answer. “What happened to the Conti project?” I repeated. This time, there was no softness in my voice. It was a demand. Ralph's brows furrowed as though he couldn't understand why I was suddenly asking about a business deal. “Conti Corporation's requirements were nearly impossible for K-Line to meet, so I decided to let the project go,” he finally explained. Then, as though it were nothing worth mentioning, he added, “Besides, Dawn found us a much better partner—the Wright Group of Companies.” He turned toward Dawn with unmistakable pride, as though he were praising her for accomplishing something extraordinary. I remained silent. The Wright Group. So, that was the source of their arrogance. They thought they had found their savior in Dawn simply because she had the Wright Group standing behind her. I watched Ralph and Dawn exchange those pleased, almost tender looks, as though they had already won. As though everything had finally fallen into place for them. Meanwhile, I stood there struggling to steady my breathing. Pain. Anger. Disappointment. Betrayal. So many emotions crashed into me at once that I could no longer tell one from another. But strangely, I didn't have the strength to fight anymore. I had reached my last straw. “Well, then…” I murmured, forcing the words past the tightness in my throat. “Good luck.” I turned around and slowly limped away. Every step sent another jolt of pain through my injured leg, but I kept moving. I didn't care about the eyes following me or the whispers spreading around the room. I simply wanted to leave. “Bella…” Leo's hesitant voice stopped me for a moment. He hurried after me, his expression filled with confusion and unease. “I had no idea about any of this,” he whispered, glancing back at the others before looking at me. He seemed uncertain whether he should help me. I looked at him. There was no anger in my eyes, nor did I beg for his sympathy. “It's fine, Leo.” I took another painful step. “But if you don't mind helping me get out of here, I'd appreciate it.” “Of course.” He immediately stepped forward and carefully supported me, taking some of my weight as we began walking toward the exit. “By the way, Bella…” Matilda's voice followed us. I didn't stop. “Don't bother coming back home.” Her words were loud enough for everyone to hear. “Dawn will be coming home with us tonight as Ralph's wife. And don't worry…” Her voice dripped with disdain. “I'll make sure to throw your rubbish out first thing when we get home.” A few murmurs rippled through the room. “You can collect your things tomorrow.” She paused, then added with a cruel smile, “That is, if you can still find them in the trash.” I kept walking. I didn’t turn around. Just like the two years I had spent with them, whatever I had left behind in that house had no value. It was nothing but rubbish—something I could casually throw away without a second thought. The memories. The two years I had wasted desperately trying to earn a place in a family that had never wanted me. The whispers behind me grew louder, spreading through the hall like a swarm of insects. I could feel their eyes following me, their murmurs twisting into another layer of humiliation as they watched me leave. But humiliation was only a fraction of what I felt. Mostly, I was tired. Tired of pretending that their cruelty didn’t hurt. I had reached my limit. And the moment I stepped out of that hall, I left everything behind. “You can go back inside now, Leo. Thank you for helping me.” A faint smile touched my lips as I looked at Leo. “You can stay with us for a while, Bella. I can’t let you wander the streets tonight. Alice won’t mind taking care of you,” Leo offered gently. I immediately shook my head. “I’ll be fine, Leo. I don’t want to drag you into my mess. You’ve already helped me enough. Thank you.” I forced another reassuring smile. “I have somewhere to stay, so don’t worry.” Leo studied me for a moment, clearly unconvinced. But when he realized I was serious, he could only sigh and nod. “Call me or Alice if you need anything.” He hesitated as though he wanted to say more, then finally turned and walked away. I watched his retreating figure until he disappeared from sight. Only then did a vehicle pull up beside me. The window slowly rolled down. “The wife being thrown out of the celebration while the mistress takes center stage.” The voice from inside was calm, almost casual. Yet the words pierced me like a poisoned arrow. I had expected mockery. Instead, I found none. I turned toward the vehicle and met the familiar, unreadable gaze of Zachary Simon. “I never expected Vice President Simon to be concerned,” I replied casually. “I happened to witness the spectacle.” A faint smirk curved his lips. “And I couldn’t help but be curious.” “Enjoyed it?” I raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t.” His immediate answer caught me off guard. For a moment, our gazes remained locked. His face was as inscrutable as ever, giving me no clue what was actually going through his mind. Then, after a long silence, he spoke again. “Need a lift?” “Yes.”.The answer left my lips before I could think twice. I opened the door and slipped into his car. The moment I settled into the luxurious leather seat, exhaustion washed over me, I allowed myself to sink into the comfort instead of forcing myself to stand tall. Zachary glanced at me from the corner of his eye. “It never crossed my mind that I’d see this day,” he murmured, his voice laced with faint amusement. “The Conti heiress accepting help from a Wright.” Normally, I would have thrown a sharp retort back at him. Tonight, I had nothing left. Not even the strength to argue. I simply leaned my head against the seat and closed my eyes. I allowed myself to breathe. “In this foreign place…” I whispered weakly, my voice barely audible. “I have no one except the man I was supposed to call my enemy.” ****tbc****Bella stared at Zachary, frozen in place, unable to believe he remembered her at all. His perfectly shaped brows drew together as he looked back at her, the small wooden airplane still clutched in one hand. Even like this—sleepy, hair slightly mussed, wearing soft pajamas—he carried the quiet gravity of the man he used to be. Zachary Wright Simon. The man whose gaze could silence a room before he command one.“You remembered,” she whispered. Her eyes filled so quickly the tears blurred the edges of his face. Without thinking, her hand rose, fingers hovering near his cheek as if her body had moved on its own, desperate to confirm he was real.Zachary’s mouth curved into a small, proud, slightly lazy smile. “Yes, I did.” Then he added, almost casually, “Mom told me last night. You’re Isabella Conti.”The words landed like a soft, unexpected blow. Not the deep, soul-deep recognition she had hoped for. Just a name his mother had given him. The disappointment was sharp and sudden,
“Isabella Conti is asking to stay,” Samantha said, the words coming out heavier than she intended. “She wants to take care of Zach. And she’s pregnant… with his twins.” She kept her eyes on the floor for a moment longer than necessary.Gabriel watched her carefully. His voice, when it came, was calm, almost deliberate. “Then let her stay. She might help him remember.”His gaze never left her face. He had always been able to read the subtle shifts in her expression, the ones she tried to hide from everyone else.Braiyden shifted slightly in his chair, glancing between his parents. “She seems like a good person, Mom,” he said carefully. “And she’s willing to help Zach. That has to count for something.”Gabriel’s eyes flicked toward his son for a brief second before returning to Samantha. “We can give her a chance,” he murmured, noting the hesitation still etched across her features. Then, softer, more cautious: “Does it bother you that she’s Ellen Johnson’s daughter?”Samantha turne
"Now, you know it. The game is over, Isabella Conti."Samantha’s words came out low and gritted, scraped from somewhere deep in her chest as she stared at the bed. Zachary lay there in the soft spill of the night lamp, breathing evenly, one arm curled around a pillow, the other loosely holding a small wooden airplane. He looked peaceful. “I don’t think my son can keep playing anymore,” Samantha added, the smile that followed both wistful and bitter.Bella’s throat closed. She tried to steady her breathing, to find some scrap of composure, but the tears came anyway—hot, relentless, blurring the edges of Zachary’s sleeping face. He looked younger than the last time she had seen him. The sharp lines that once lived in his expression, even in sleep, were gone. Softened. Erased. “What...what happened?” The question slipped out before she was sure she had spoken it aloud.Samantha’s gaze never left her son. “He had an accident. I thought I was going to lose him.” Her voice dropped to a
“You said it yourself,” Samantha murmured, the words quieter than they once would have been. “This is all but a game, Isabella Conti. And it’s over. Have you not said that Zachary has already made his point?” There was no arrogance left in her voice. No sharp edge. Only a tired kind of certainty, as if even she had grown weary of the role she used to play so well. Bella’s throat tightened. “Yes. A game.” The admission scraped against her tongue. “But that doesn’t mean Zachary can simply turn his back on me—and on the twins—without a single word. There are two lives between us now. It’s different.” Her eyes stung, hot and sudden, but she refused to let the tears rise. She would not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing them fall. Somewhere deep inside, she was still clinging to the last night she had spent with him. The memory lived in her bones, the way he had held her, the low, almost broken sound of his voice as he begged her to wait. She had waited. Through silence. Thr
“Wait… what?”The words left Samantha’s lips in a thin, disbelieving breath. For a moment the entire room seemed to tilt. Her eyes flicked from Bella’s pale, tear-streaked face to the grim line of Kalix Conti’s mouth, then back again. The full weight of what Bella had just implied settled over her like ice water.Bella was already on her knees.She had dropped so suddenly that the soft thud of her body hitting the floor echoed. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her chest, fingers white-knuckled, as though prayer alone might rewrite the next few seconds.“Please, Madame,” she whispered, voice cracking. “Spare my babies. They are innocent.”Ellen made a broken sound and rushed forward, collapsing beside her daughter. She wrapped an arm around Bella’s trembling shoulders, pressing her cheek against Bella’s hair as if she could shield her from the entire room.Kalix Conti and his sons stood rigid. The air around them felt charged, dangerous. Kalix’s jaw was locked so tightly a mu
“Zachary hid it from everyone,” Samantha said coldly. “He used every means at his disposal to erase every trace that could link him to Lax City.”She fixed Isabella with a hard, unblinking stare. “He deliberately broke the unspoken rule—for what? For Isabella Conti?”“What are they saying, Isabella?” Kalix demanded, his voice low and dangerous.“Dad…” Bella’s voice trembled.“Isah…” Ellen squeezed her hand tightly, trying to pull her daughter’s attention back to her.“What are they saying?” Kalix repeated, jaw locked, every word forced through clenched teeth.Bella felt the weight of every eye in the room settle on her. The air itself seemed to thin. She met her father’s intense gaze and held it for a long, silent moment. Then she turned to her mother’s tear-filled eyes and felt guilt crash through her like a wave. She drew a slow, steadying breath, gathered the last of her composure, and faced Samantha’s piercing stare.“We’re both adults,” she said, though her voice still shook. S







