LOGINJealous Bruno Isabella’s point of viewI could feel the tension in the air, it was alive and right in the middle of it was Bruno.“Make yourself comfortable.” I said to Dave, gesturing toward the small sitting area. Dave stepped into the area with an easy smile, complete unaware of the storm brewing inside or maybe he sensed it and chose to ignore it. Smart man or very foolish.“Nice place.” He said, looking around. I rolled my eyes, this was the first time I will be inviting him in and it’s for a purpose best known to only me.“Thank you,” I replied, setting the basket on the table. I didn’t rush, every movement I made was slow, intentional and measured, just because I knew he was watching, still watching. I could feel Bruno’s gaze like heat against my skin, it was heavy, possessive and unyielding.“Would you like something to drink? The wine?” I asked Dave, already reaching for the wine.“I wouldn’t say no.” He replied, smiling.I stood up to grab two glasses, not three. That part
Isabella’s point of viewI knew the moment he decided to stay, it wasn’t something he said and it wasn’t something he didn’t say. Bruno had always been like that, quite when he made decisions, dangerous when he followed through.And now, he was here in my space, in the life I built without him.I could feel his eyes on me, constantly. He was so relentless with it, and it was starting to get suffocating. Every movement I made, every step, every breath, he was watching, studying and memorizing, like I might disappear again if he looked away for even a second.And the most craziest thing about this was that he wasn’t discreet about it and it was getting on my nerves.I shifted slightly where I stood, adjusting the baby on my hip, he was still there, still staring. I took in a deep breath and faced him.“Do you mind?” I said finally, my voice flat and low.He didn’t look away, didn’t even shift his gaze away for a second.“Mind what?” He asked calmly, looking confused. I rolled my eyes at
Bruno’s point of viewA car door slammed somewhere behind me, gravel shifted and footsteps approached..“Took you long enough to come looking.” Tiano’s voice cut through the tension like he had been expecting this all along.I didn’t turn immediately, my eyes were still locked on Isabella. Still trying to understand how everything had changed so much.“You knew,” I said finally, my voice low.I turned to face him.He stood a few steps behind me, hands tucked loosely into his pockets like this was just another normal day and he hadn’t been sitting on the truth for an entire year.“You knew she didn’t lose the child.” I accused, taking a step toward him.“I have a daughter and you hid this from me for a whole year.”He didn’t flinch, he just rolled his eyes at me, as if what I was saying wasn’t a big deal.“Yes, I knew.” He said simply.The word hit harder than I expected.“And you didn’t think to tell me.” I asked.He huffed out a quiet breath. “I thought about it.” He replied.My fist
Bruno’s point of viewThe house was smaller than I expected, not poor but quite and hidden. The kind of place a man chose when he didn’t want to be found. Tiano had always been like that, very careful and calculated. But still… I found him.The gravel crunched faintly beneath my shoes as I stepped further into the compound. The air smelled clean out here and it was peaceful, it didn’t suit the life we came from. Or maybe it suited the life she chose.I had told myself I wasn’t here to forcefully take her back, the decision was hers to make.I will leave if she pushes me away.A soft sound broke through my thoughts, tiny footsteps, unsteady ones.I stilled instantly, then I looked down. There was a little boy standing in front of me, small and barely steady on his feet, walking towards me like didn’t understand fear yet. Like the world hadn’t taught him what men like me were capable of. He stopped a few steps away from me, tilting his head slightly, studying me with wide curios eyes.C
Isabella’s point of viewOne Year LaterThe world didn’t stop for me, it didn’t pause, break or shatter the way I thought it would after everything that happened. It just…..kept moving, the sun still rose. Things were still normal, though the trauma remains.But somehow, I was still here breathing, living and surviving.“Mama….”His soft, clumsy voice pulled my attention instantly. I turned just in time to see him wobbling towards me, his legs unsteady, his arms stretched out like he was afraid the ground might disappear beneath him.A small smile tugged at my lips despite everything.“You are getting better at that,” I said gently, clapping my hands.He let out a proud little sound as he reached me, immediately grabbing onto my dress for balance. His fingers curled tightly into the fabric like he didn’t want to ever let go.He was one year old now, strong, alive and growing. The same child I had once shielded with my body in that dark, suffocating place…. now standing in front of me,
Bruno’s point of viewA low table was between the chair the king and I sat, on the table was a bottle and two glasses. I sat comfortably because I was tired and my legs were heavier than they should. The king poured the drink for me, and pushed the glass toward me. I looked at it for a moment, then picked it up.“You did what was required.” The king said.“Don’t.” I said flatly, he looked at me with a slight grin.“Don’t make it sound like honor.” I added. “ It wasn’t honor, it was transaction and we both know what it was.” He said nothing to that, he drank, and I also drank.“The woman you love.” The king said after a long silence. “She is recovering?”My grip tightened on the glass. “Yes.” I replied.“You haven’t been with her.” It wasn’t a question. I looked at him sideways. “Tiano talks too much.”“Tiano didn’t tell me.” The king replied. “You did, just now. A man who has been with his woman wouldn’t carry this particular weight you have on your face right now.”I said nothing, in
Bruno’s POVThe silence in the room pressed heavy against my skull, the only sound was the beeping of the monitor. Diego looked pale, way too pale for my liking. He looked like someone fading away, tubes ran from his chest to some machines. I sat beside him, placing my elbows on my knees, looking a
Isabella’s point of viewI stared at the letter Eliz brought to my room earlier, my hands tremble as I stared at the words, the ink was smudged in certain places, which shows whoever wrote it had pressed too hard.“Time is shorter than you think. Remember what you are there for, don’t forget the pr
The drive back was a blur, all I could hear was the sound of Diego’s ragged breathing and Bruno’s low curses. I kept whispering his name over and over again like I was in trance.“Stay with me,” I begged. “Please, stay Diego.”Bruno’s eyes were fixed on the road, his face read no emotions. But I kn
Bruno’s point of view Diego was buried before dawn. No words was said, not even tears. Everyone left the courtyard once he was six feet under the ground, the men walked away keeping a straight face, followed by Tiano limping away and then Rosita trying so hard to fight tears. Only Isabella stayed







