MasukZayden’s POVI took a slow drag from my cigarette, watching her from across the table while she processed my last words.Her fingers tightened around the fork.Good.She’s listening now, really listening.For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched thick and heavy, filled with ghosts I buried three years ago and never properly mourned.I crushed the cigarette slowly into the ashtray and looked up at her.“Why are you looking at me like that?”“Because I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me?” She murmured.I laughed. Her eyes widened at me. She looked at me like whatever I said next could solve all her problems or make it even worse.“What did my father do, Zayden?” She asked me.“Your father was desperate to save his own skin,” I said. “So he leaked Elena and Sofia’s daily routine to the cartel. I always rode with them on Tuesdays and he told them exactly what time Elena picked Sofia up from nursery every Tuesday — what route she took, what car she drove.”
Bella’s POVI had waited for everyone to fall asleep before I begged Rosa to help me sneak out of my house. I told her I was going to see Lucia. I needed to clear my head and talk to someone who could understand.She looked at me with something like pity in her eyes but she helped me either way.“I’d stay by the kitchen door so when you come back, I can let you in without any fuss.” She said softly.I nodded and gave her a brief hug before quietly slipping through the back door. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Don't I learn? Going back to the same man who has threatened my family time and time again.I don’t know what I expected to get from the encounter. It’s not like our last one gave me any answers. But anything I could get was fine by me.When I busted out onto the main street, a car pulled up, stopping me short.The windows wound down and a man peeked his head out. He looked tall, with tanned skin and his long hair tied into a sleek low ponytail. I had seen him somewhere, bu
Bella’s POVThe bridal shop looked like something out of a movie.Crystal chandeliers, soft white walls, racks of silk and lace glowing under perfect lighting. The bells above the door jingled as my mother and I stepped inside.“Wait up!” Rafael called out from behind us. “Slow down, both of you.”I glanced over my shoulder, slightly annoyed. “Why did you even come along, Raf?”He pressed his hand to his chest as if wounded. “What do you mean?” he said casually, catching up in two long strides. “I came to see my baby sister in white.”I rolled my eyes and kept walking.He fell into step beside me anyway.“Come on, Bella,” he said, lowering his voice. “Are you still pissed at me for stopping you from confronting Dad? What could you possibly have done?”I stopped just inside the entrance, turning to face him. “I’m not pissed, Raf. I’m just tired. Really tired.”He searched my face for a second, then nodded slowly. “Okay. I get it. I’m sorry.”I turned away and headed toward my mother, w
Bella’s POVI woke up to sunlight bleeding through the curtains, my body still aching in my shoulders and cheeks as a result of my father’s anger.The first thing I did was grab my phone.No new messages. No missed calls.Nothing from Zayden.I stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the voicemail I’d left last night.The silence felt like a slap.I tossed the phone onto the bed and buried my face in my hands.Why did I even send it?Why did I think the man who wanted my family destroyed would suddenly become my saviour?I dragged myself out of bed, showered, and dressed in something simple—jeans and a soft sweater—because I couldn’t face another day in a dress that made me feel like merchandise.Downstairs, the smell of coffee and fresh bread drifted from the dining room.I paused at the bottom of the stairs, my father was on the phone, his voice—low, clipped, and serious.He was talking to Matteo.I crept closer, staying out of sight behind the doorway.“I told you Zayden was lyin
Bella’s POVLucia walked barefoot across my floor while I sat on the carpet, phone in hand, frantically researching “how to stop your wedding.”I threw the phone down in frustration and leaned back against my dresser.“I told you you weren’t going to get anything useful on there. The internet is lame,” she said, flopping onto my bed.“And your ideas aren’t?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.“No.” She grinned. “Not if you’d listen to them.”“We’re not switching places on the wedding day.” I shook my head. “This isn’t a movie. It’s my life.”“Exactly, and you’re still playing it safe.” Lucia stood on the bed. Serious now. “Fine. What about the other options? Play sick a day before the wedding.”“My father would personally nurse me back to health,” I countered.“Okay. Give Matteo food poisoning?” She forced a smile. “He’s allergic to seafood.”“Then my father would nurse him back to health,” I said dryly.“Then we’re down to the last option.” Her voice dropped, all humour gone. “Run away wit
Zayden’s POVNico glanced at me in the rearview mirror but said nothing.He knew better than to question it.The drive took less than twenty minutes.Matteo’s place was lit up like a fortress—guards at the gate, lights blazing in every window.They recognised my car and let us through without a word.I stepped out, coat open, hands loose at my sides.One of Matteo’s men met me at the door.“Please get me your boss,” I said smoothly to him.“He’s aware you’re here,” the man replied. “However, he said you should wait in the study.”“I don’t wait, I need to see him now,” I said impatiently. I started to move but the man blocked my way.“Step away,” I said firmly. “Before I break your neck.”I saw him swallow before he finally moved.I didn’t waste another second. I walked straight through the foyer, past the marble statues and the gold-trimmed mirrors, until I found Matteo in the living room—shirt unbuttoned, glass in hand, a woman on her knees in front of him, head bobbing rhythmically







