LOGINBella's POVI didn't share a bed with Zayden. I couldn't. I knew he was pissed at me, but at the same time, the feelings were mutual.He didn't come to look for me or even ask where I was, and that is when I knew the thought of the plan had upset him so much that I wasn't even enough for him to let go of his pride.But that didn't matter; I was going ahead with the plan whether or not he approved. I wasn't just doing it for the thrill of it. He was wrong; this was my battle as much as anyone else, so I was going to do whatever it takes to save myself and my baby – our baby.The next morning, I called a meeting with every single person who was present the previous day. Except for Lucia; she had gone back home."Why have you gathered us all here, Bella?" Tomás asked, slightly frustrated. "I only see Zayden based on appointments or in emergencies, and it seems like none of that is the case here."I didn't say anything at first, then I exhaled slowly."I called you all here today to let y
Bella's POVThe door shut so quietly that it was worse than a slam.Nobody moved. The echo of his voice still hung in the room, and under it I could hear my own heartbeat, loud and fast. My hand had found its way to my stomach somewhere between use Bella as bait and I won't discuss it. I made myself lower it.Then Rafael exhaled. "Well, that went how I expected.""He'll come around," my father said, adjusting his cuff. "He always does, once he's had time to think. We should plan for when he does. If we start with preparing the men—""Stop." My voice came out quieter than I meant. But the room heard it.My father paused. They all turned, and I realised, with a strange, cold clarity, that this was the first time in an hour anyone had looked at me."Stop," I said again. "All of you.""Bella," Tomás began gently."No." I stood. My legs felt unsteady, but my voice didn't shake. "I've been sitting here for an hour. You've talked about me, argued about me, and passed me back and forth like a
Zayden’s POV“What did you just say?” I asked softly, to make sure I heard him right. He lifted his hands.“Zayden, calm down. Just hear me out.”“Hear you out?”“Let me explain the plan before you decide it’s a terrible idea,” Tomás said.“You’ve just suggested using my wife as bait, and you want me to calm down?”“That’s exactly why I’m asking you to listen.” He said firmly now. I pushed my chair back slightly.Tomás continued before I could speak.“Hiram wants Bella. That’s not speculation anymore. He’s threatened her, he’s used Micah to get to her, and he’s made it clear that he intends to keep coming after her. If we make him believe he has a chance to get what he wants, we could draw him out.”I felt Bella flinch beside me.“And then what?” I asked coldly.“We set a trap. We choose the location, or better yet — let him. So he can think he has control. We then control the surroundings, and position our men where they can intercept him. He thinks he’s getting close to Bella, but
Zayden’s POVBy the time I opened my eyes, the sun was already beginning to set.Bella was lying beside me, curled up against my side with one leg thrown over mine. Her hair was scattered across the pillow, and she had one hand resting on my chest.I stayed still for a moment, watching her.For once, she looked peaceful.I had spent most of the afternoon dealing with matters that needed my attention, and apparently, my body had decided it was done for the day.I wasn’t complaining.Having Bella beside me was one of the few things that made the chaos bearable.She stirred, lifting her head slightly. “You’re awake.”“Yeah.” I smiled. "What time is it?" she asked."Almost seven." I brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Though I need to get up soon.”“Why?” “I'm calling a meeting tonight. Everyone's going to be there." I shrugged. She turned to look at me. "What's it about?""Hiram. Finding a way to trap him."She sat up now. “I want to be there."I stopped with my hand on her
Bella’s POVI had barely touched my breakfast.Not because I wasn’t hungry, but because my mind was somewhere else entirely.Six weeks.I was six weeks pregnant.The words kept repeating in my head, and no matter how many times I tried to make sense of them, they still felt unreal. A baby was growing inside me. A tiny human being that Zayden and I had somehow created despite the chaos happening in our lives.And he didn’t even know.I glanced at the empty chair beside me.Zayden had left the dining room a while ago, saying he had something to take care of. I hadn’t asked what it was. I knew he was busy with Nico and Tomás, and I didn’t want to add to his worries.But now, I needed to talk to someone.Someone who wouldn’t look at me like I’d just handed them a bomb.“Lucia.”She looked up from her plate. “Hmm?”“Can you come with me for a minute?”She studied me briefly before setting down her fork. “Of course.”I stood and walked out of the dining room before I could change my mind. L
Zayden's POVThey brought Micah in a wheelchair.Maria had objected to the chair, to the questions, and to the entire idea, and she'd lost. Dario pushed him through the door with his ribs strapped and set him in the middle of the room under the lamps. He didn't look as bad as he had when I saw him earlier this morning. Or so I tried to convince myself.He sat up straight in the chair, like he was being photographed for a coin.I knew that look. I'd seen it on boys who thought they were about to be brave."I'm going to ask you some questions," I said smoothly. "You'll answer truthfully. It's simple.""I'll tell you everything," Micah said gravely. "But I want it on record that I'm not afraid of you."Behind me, Tomás made a small noise that might have been a cough."Noted," I said. "Now, start with a week ago.""Chicago." He winced, remembered his ribs, and carried on in a hoarse, dramatic voice. "Two men knocked on my door. Suits, nice car, very polite. They said they'd come about Bel
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 POVI woke to the sound of my bedroom door creaking open. Rosa slipped in carrying a garment bag over one arm and a silver tray of cosmetics in the other. The smell of fresh espresso and warm cornetti followed her, but my stomach still turned.“Buongiorno, mija,” she whispered, eyes soft w
Bella’s POV The flight back to Venice dragged like a death sentence, but I didn’t sleep. I kept picturing my mother’s arms around me the second we landed. She was the only one who never obeyed Dad’s order to cut me off completely. Secret bank transfers. Burner phones at 2 a.m. just to hear







