LOGINZayden’s POVI 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 thoughts of my touch alone.The
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 POVThe drive back home was quiet.Mainly because I was the only one in the car.I had left Nico back at the warehouse to clean up the mess and handle whatever still needed handling.I have to admit, tonight came as a shock to me.Everything I thought I knew — I didn’t.Alejandro had been working for Hiram all along and the cargo I burned? It belonged to him.Hiram Moretti.The ghost everyone feared but nobody saw.And now I finally knew the truth.Hiram was the one who killed my family.Alejandro was just the coward who pointed him in the right direction.I gripped the steering wheel tighter.For years I thought some nameless cartel had ordered the attack.I never imagined it was him.A dark chuckle left my throat.Well, I killed Matteo. So Hiram could consider us even.Though somehow I doubted he would.When I got home, I parked the car in the driveway and stepped out. The cold night air hit my face immediately, but it did nothing to cool the anger sitting inside me.The vi
Zayden’s POVBella was still on my mind. Annoyingly so.I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt as I walked through the underground parking garage beneath one of my buildings.Her words kept replaying.“I will never give myself to you.”I scoffed.Women said many things when they were angry.Bella especially.She could barely look at me without reacting.Barely stand near me without shaking.Yet somehow she expected me to believe she felt nothing.Ridiculous.I unlocked my car and slid into the driver’s seat.The engine had barely started when my phone vibrated.“What’s up, Nico?” I answered.“Where are you?”“I’m on my way. Give me some time.” I replied.“Alright then.” He hung up. I gripped the steering wheel tighter. Trying to get her out of my head.I didn't have time for this. A girl's petty feelings couldn't distract me from what needed to be done.Twenty minutes later I pulled into an empty industrial district on the edge of the city.I parked the car and stepped out into the cold ni
Bella’s POVHis mouth was on my neck.Hot. Slow. Intoxicating.I gasped as Zayden’s lips dragged down my skin, leaving a trail of fire. His hands gripped my waist, holding me in place while his tongue traced the curve of my throat. I tilted my head back without thinking, giving him more access.“Zayden…” I breathed. “Yes!”He didn’t answer with words. He answered by moving lower, kissing the centre of my chest, then lower still until his mouth closed over my breast.His tongue swirled around my nipple before he sucked it hard into his mouth. A sharp moan tore from my throat. My back arched off the bed as pleasure shot straight between my legs.His hand slid down my stomach, fingers parting my thighs. One thick finger pushed inside me without warning. I was so wet it slid in easily, curling deep, stroking that spot that made my toes curl.“Oh fuck…” I whimpered. “Two fingers please.”He sucked harder on my nipple, biting gently while he put another finger inside me and pumped faster. T
Zayden’s POVI was preparing to meet with Nico when a firm, heavy knock came at my door. I didn’t need to open it to know who it was. “Come in darling,” I said with a smirk.Bella barged in as always, her eyes blazing.Her hands firm by her side, her knuckles curled into a fist.“What is it now?” I said. “You have that look on your face when you're about to go all out on me.”“How could you?” She snapped.“How could I what?”“How could you let me think the worst about Lucia?” She asked, stepping closer. “This is about Lucia?” I scoffed. “Then the word you should be looking for is ‘thank you’.”“Thank you?” “You’re welcome.” I smiled.“This is not funny, Zayden.” She snapped. “What’s the problem, Bella? Two nights in a row and all you want to do is fight me.”“You had Lucia here the day of our wedding….the night of our wedding.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “And you never thought to tell me.”“For good reason,” I said quietly. “And what good reason could that possibly be?” “
The cold night air burned my lungs as I dragged from the cigarette.I didn’t even smoke….I never had.But tonight, I needed something to burn, something to choke down the chaos clawing up my throat.I stood near the side of the courtyard, hidden between tall hedges, the glowing tip of the cigarette
Bella’s POVZayden Romano.The name looped in my head like a broken record while the city blurred past the cab window.It had to be a coincidence.Romano is common. Half of Italy probably has cousins named Romano.But Mendoza? He said Mendoza. My last name.My blood turned cold. My stomach lurched.
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







