LOGINBella’s POVI didn’t move from where I stood. “Talk about what?” I asked. Emerald walked further into the room, glancing around as if assessing everything. “You’ve settled in well. The staff speaks highly of you. Even Noemi seems… fond.”I stayed quiet, waiting for her to get to the point.Emerald turned to face me fully. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes."I must say, I never expected my son to take such an interest in you. I suppose every man needs a distraction.""I'm not a distraction," I said softly, yet firmly. "No?" She raised an eyebrow. "Then what are you?"I held her gaze. "His wife."Emerald laughed, a soft, dismissive sound. "A title means nothing when the marriage was built on desperation and obligation. I assume you are, at least, aware of that."I didn't answer.She moved closer, her eyes studying me like I was a puzzle she had already solved. "Tell me, Isabella. Do you truly believe my son loves you?"“I’m not about to go over this bullshit again,” I said sharply.“Ans
Bella’s POV“Ah… fuck—”The sound slipped out of me before I could stop it.I was straddling Zayden, my knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his hips, my hands braced on his chest. His cock was buried deep inside me, thick and hard, stretching me perfectly with every slow roll of my hips.His hands gripped my waist firmly, fingers digging into my skin as he guided me. Up. Down. Deeper.I moaned again, louder this time, as I sank onto him fully. The feeling of him sliding in and out of me was overwhelming.Every time I lifted myself, I felt the drag of his length against my walls. Every time I dropped back down, he filled me completely.“That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough. His thumbs stroked over my hip bones as he helped control the rhythm. “Just like that.”I bit my lip and moved faster, chasing the pleasure building low in my stomach. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the quiet room. My thighs trembled. My breasts bounced with every movement.A broken moan es
Zayden’s POVI stood outside Bella's door for a long time before I knocked.My hand was raised, ready to make contact with the wood, but something held me back. The memory of her face last night. The way she had looked at me when I told her we weren't sharing a room. The way her voice had cracked when she said goodnight.I lowered my hand. Then I raised it again and knocked firmly.No response.I knocked again, harder this time."Bella. I know you're in there."There was a pause, then the soft sound of bare feet on the floor. The door opened only a few inches. Her face appeared in the gap—Her eyes were slightly swollen, like she’d cried at some point during the night and then forced herself to stop.. She didn't open the door any wider. “What?” she asked, voice flat.“Good morning to you too,” I said.She didn’t smile. “What do you want, Zayden?”I rested my hand against the doorframe. “I need you to come with me.”Her eyebrows lifted slightly. “Come with you where?”“You’ll see.”She
Zayden’s POVThe study felt too quiet after she left.I stood by the window for a long time, staring out into the dark garden without really seeing it. The taste of her was still on my tongue. The sound of her moaning my name still echoed in my head. And yet the second it was over, I had pushed her away again.Everyone had retreated to their rooms—everyone except me.And apparently, Noemi.The door creaked open without a knock. She stepped inside, still in her clothes from dinner, her hair loose around her shoulders."Thought I'd find you here," she said, closing the door behind her."I didn't ask for company.""You never do." She walked to the chair across from me and sat. "But I always know when you need it."I didn't argue. I didn't have the energy.She took one look at me and raised an eyebrow.“You look like shit.”“Thanks,” I muttered.“And this place smells like sex.” She added.“That’s because I just had sex.” I forced a smile.She paused for a moment then burst into laughter.
Bella’s POVI took another step back from him then turned around, backing him.Zayden’s voice followed me, sharp. “Bella listen—”I didn’t look at him. I reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it up slowly, over my thighs, my hips, my waist. The fabric whispered as it slid higher.“Bella, stop.” His tone darkened. “What the hell are you doing?”I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his eyes as I tugged the dress the rest of the way off and let it fall to the floor. “If you don’t want me,” I said quietly, “then you can at least watch.”“Bella. Not now. I’m serious.” He took a step forward. “You cannot do this here. I have things to sort out.”I unhooked my bra and let it drop. My nipples tightened in the cool air of the study. “Yes,” I murmured, “you can sort them out while you watch me.”I hooked my thumbs into my panties and slid them down my legs, stepping out of them until I stood completely naked in front of him.His jaw was clenched so tight a muscle jumped in his cheek.I wal
Bella’s POVThe door clicked shut behind them.I sat there, frozen, staring at the space where Zayden had been. The photograph lay on the table between us, still open, still accusing. My face. My dress. My hand on Marcello’s arm.I couldn't look at it anymore.I pushed it away and buried my face in my hands.What had I done?The tears came before I could stop them. Silent at first, then harder, shaking my shoulders. I had ruined everything. Everything we had just built, everything I had just confessed, everything he had just let himself feel—and I had shattered it with one stupid, ignorant mistake.I didn't know how long I sat there.Then I heard the door creak open.I looked up, quickly wiping my face.Noemi stepped inside. Her eyes softened when she saw me.“Hey," she said quietly. She walked toward me and sat in the chair beside mine. She didn't say anything at first, just sat with me, letting the silence settle.“I messed up,” I said finally. “I messed up so badly.”“We all mess u
Bella’s POVI stood at my bedroom window for what felt like hours, watching the dark driveway like a prisoner waiting for parole.I’d chosen the most modest thing I could find: a long red silk dress that covered everything, I twisted my hair into a sleek bun, and the diamonds in my ears screamed “M
Bella’s POV I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling the weight of my father’s words crush me over and over again. Ten days. Ten fucking days to become Matteo Moretti’s property. Ten days to lose my freedom, my future, my name. He kept acting like this was normal—like sellin
Bella’s POV The loud pounding on my windshield cut through my sleep like a gunshot. My eyes flew open, my heart slamming against my ribs. For a second I didn’t even know where I was—just the cold glass, the smell of my own breath, and the ache in my neck from sleeping upright. “You can’t park h
Bella’s POV I wasn’t supposed to be home this early. The diner had been dead all afternoon, just two truckers nursing cold coffee and a drunk who kept calling me “sweet cheeks.” My manager shrugged and told me to clock out at six. Fine by me. My feet were killing me, my head was splitting, and al



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