LOGINZayden’s POVI stood in the foyer with Nico and Tomás, waiting.The clock on the wall ticked slowly. I checked my watch for the third time in five minutes."Would you relax?" Tomás leaned against the bannister. "She's coming.""You don't know that.""She's your wife. And I’m not sure you gave her a choice!” He scoffed.I didn't answer.Footsteps echoed from the staircase and I looked up.Bella descended slowly, one hand on the railing, her black dress flowing behind her. The fabric hugged her curves before falling to the floor. Her hair was tied up in a sleek back ponytail. Her lips were red.Tomás whistled. "She’s hot."Nico elbowed him. "Watch it."I said nothing. But my jaw tightened.She was supposed to wear red. I know she did that to piss me off.Bella reached the bottom of the stairs and walked toward me. Her eyes met mine, calm and steady."I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," she said.I stepped closer. "No. You look stunning."I placed my hand on her waist and leaned
Bella’s POVIt had been two days since I had seen Zayden.Two days since he collapsed.Two days since Emerald threw me out of his room like I didn’t belong there.And two days since I promised myself I would stop caring.The problem was that promises were easier to make than keep.It was the day of the gala. I sat in front of the vanity mirror while Gianna stood behind me, brushing through my hair.The room was quiet.“Careful, please,” I said, the moment she tugged tightly at my hair. Gianna immediately eased her grip. “Sorry.”“It’s okay.” I waved a hand.She smiled, pulled my hair into a sleek back and tied it up into a neat ponytail.Our eyes met in the mirror…I could tell she wanted to speak."What's on your mind?" She asked me finally.I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"She smiled. "The room may be silent, but your thoughts are very loud."I laughed. Despite everything, I laughed. "It's nothing."Gianna tilted her head. "You're the one who said you wanted us to get to know each
Zayden’s POVI woke up feeling heavy.That was the only word for it. Heavy. Like someone had filled my bones with lead and my lungs with cotton. My arms felt like they belonged to someone else. My legs wouldn't move when I told them to.I blinked at the ceiling, tired. The light was too bright. The room smelled like antiseptic and something floral.An IV line was taped to my arm.I stared at it for a long moment, letting the memories trickle back. The cough. The fire in my chest. My mother's voice asking if I was okay. The nurse stood at the foot of the bed, reviewing a chart. My mother sat in the armchair by the window, her arms crossed, her expression carved from stone."You're awake," Maria, the nurse, said. "How are you feeling?""Fine," I lied.She didn't look convinced. "You're going to need a lot of rest. This was one of those episodes — the kind we've been trying to prevent.""I know." I shrugged."Have you been taking your medication?" She asked me."Yes.""Have you been sle
Bella’s POVI was in my room when I heard it.Emerald's voice. Constantly asking Zayden what was wrong. I could hear the coughing — like something was trying to tear out of his throat.His room was right beside mine. I didn't have much of a choice but to hear everything that was happening.I stood from my bed, opened the door slowly, and waited.I heard his voice. Low, rough, struggling."Call the nurse. Now.""No." Emerald's voice was firm. "We need to get you to the hospital.""Mom." Zayden's voice became firmer. "Just call the nurse. Please."After what felt like moments, Emerald finally spoke. "Alright. Don't move."I hid behind the door as she bolted out of the room. That was the fastest I had ever seen her run. Or seen her do anything.When she was out of sight, I took a deep breath and stepped out.Should I be doing this? I thought to myself as I walked slowly to the room beside mine.I paused by the door and saw him.Zayden.He sat on the bed, holding his chest. His eyes were
Zayden’s POV I should have been working. There were reports on my desk. Calls I needed to make. Men waiting for instructions. Instead, I was sitting in my study thinking about my wife. Annoying woman. I stared at the small object on my bed. Bella had practically thrown it back at me this morning, demanding I take it. Then got angry when I actually did. I chuckled to myself. The image of her flushed face returned immediately. The embarrassment. The outrage. The way she couldn’t even look me in the eye. I knew exactly why. Because she knew I was right. She could deny it all she wanted. She could lie to her friend. Lie to herself. Lie to me. But I knew Bella had thought about me. I sank deeper into the bed, the room's dim glow wrapping around me. My thoughts stayed on her, I imagined her lost in fantasies of me. Her thighs would tremble as pleasure built, her pussy tightening around that toy with every pulse of need, her body arching in silent surrender to
Bella’s POVI stood in the middle of my room, staring at the closed door.My heart was still racing. My face was still hot. And that stupid vibrator was still in his hand."Nasty girl."I groaned and pressed my palms against my eyes.I needed to calm down. I needed to think about something else. Anything else.I walked to the closet and pulled open the doors.No ugly dress today. But also nothing too attractive. Just... normal. A simple cream-colored blouse. Dark trousers. Comfortable flats.I dressed quickly, then brushed my hair and left it loose.When I turned back to the bed, I winced.The mattress was still bare. And the memory of why it was like that made my stomach twist.A knock came at the door."Come in," I said.Gianna and Chiara stepped inside, both carrying fresh sheets, pillowcases, and cleaning supplies."Good morning, Mrs Romano," the blonde one said with a small smile. "We're here to clean up."I nodded. "Go ahead. But before you do — remind me of your names again. I'
Zayden’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 gho
Bella’s POVThe silence in the car was thick, but not uncomfortable. Just… heavy.I stared out the window at the dark canal lights streaking past, pretending the city was more interesting than the man driving.He didn’t push me to talk. Just let the quiet stretch.In an hour, we pulled up to a slee
Bella’s POVZayden’s words were still burned in my ears.“Come home with me.”Four words and my entire body was screaming yes.But I wasn’t that reckless. Not completely.“Why would I do that?” I asked, chin high.He didn’t blink. “Look around Bella.” He said. “The night’s almost over. “You think d
The deeper I walked into La Volpe Rossa, the more the air changed.Perfume, cigar smoke, sex, and money all tangled together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.Girls in nothing but diamond-encrusted lingerie carried thousand-euro bottles on silver trays.A man in a tux had a







