FAZER LOGINBella’s POVI woke up late, but Zayden had woken earlier, because his side of the bed was empty, and the sheets had cooled.I sat up and pulled the sheet over my naked body. A smile crept across my face before I could stop it. After everything we had done last night, I should have been past blushing, but something about being with Zayden still made me feel shy and giddy, like a girl with a crush she can't hide. My skin felt warm just thinking about his hands, his mouth, the way he'd said my name against my neck.It had been a perfect night. The first one since Marcello had crawled into our lives, and the first time in days that I'd fallen asleep without my chest tight and my ears straining for footsteps. For a few minutes, I just sat there in the quiet and let myself be happy.Then I remembered.Yes. Of course.The smile slid off my face. The warm feeling went with it, and the cold thing in my stomach was back, heavier than before.I couldn't hide in his bed forever. I needed answers.
Bella’s POVZayden hadn't let go of my hand since the foyer.He steered me into the small sitting room off the east wing, the one Giulia called "the quiet room," and sat me down on the sofa before taking the seat next to me. His thigh pressed against mine. His other hand stayed on his knee, tapping a slow rhythm I'd learned to be afraid of.Neither of us spoke. Nothing safe was left to say.I kept looking at the ceiling, the lamps, the carved edge of the mantel. Every piece of the room I'd found beautiful looked like it could be hiding an ear.Thirty minutes passed, maybe more. Then the door opened.Nico came in first, with Tomás behind him, and two other men. Dario, the head of security and Enzo — who I hadn’t seen in a while. Nico carried a folded black cloth in both hands, held the way a person carries something that might go off."Zayden," he said."Show me."Nico laid the cloth on the coffee table and opened it.Five tiny black devices sat in the fabric, each smaller than my thum
Zayden’s POVI kept the gun pointed at Alejandro’s face.“Say that again, I dare you.”Rafael immediately moved in front of his father.“Put the gun down, Romano!”Alejandro didn’t move. If anything, he looked almost pleased that he’d managed to provoke me.“Go on,” he said. “Show my daughter exactly who you are.”“Father, stop!” Bella cried.“I’m very sure Isabella knows exactly who I am,” I growled. “Now, all that’s left is for me to prove your point. And I will.”Something flickered in his expression.I didn't take my eyes off him.This man had spent years looking for reasons to hate me. He had blamed me for his wife’s death, for Bella’s suffering, for every terrible thing that had happened since he knew my name.And now he stood in my home, questioning my ability to love and protect my wife.I wanted to put a bullet between his eyes.God help me, I wanted to.I cocked the gun now, the sound igniting a gasp from everyone in the room. Bella's eyes widened and then she stepped betwe
Zayden’s POVI stood slowly. My mind was already spinning with questions.When I turned to face Bella, her face had gone pale. Her hands were shaking.She looked like she wanted to run, hide or maybe the ground could open up and swallow her. "Bella…Who is this?" I asked. She didn't answer. Instead, she looked at him like she’d just seen a ghost."I’m not going to ask again,” I said, trying to contain my anger. “Who is the bloodied man on my doorstep?”Bella opened her mouth to speak and whispered something I didn’t quite hear.I heard Lucia gasp from the corner. Alejandro’s mouth fell open and Rafael looked like he wanted someone to shoot him.The air in the room suddenly went still and I could tell everyone knew more than they were letting on. "Well, it seems like everyone knows who it is," I said, my voice cold. "So is anyone going to answer the question?"Bella was breathing heavily now. She looked at the floor. At the walls. Anywhere but me.“Talk!” I yelled."He's..." Bella sw
Zayden’s POVI burst through the villa's double doors, the sound echoing through the entire house.I got here as fast as I could. On the way, I couldn’t help but imagine the worst.“Bella!” I called. “Isabella.”“Signore Romano.” Giulia’s voice stopped me. “You’re here.” She looked worried. “Giulia. Where is Bella?”"She's in her room." Giulia pointed toward the stairs. "She's awake. Her friend is with her."I didn't wait for anything else. I took the stairs two at a time, my heart pounding in my chest. The hallway stretched endlessly before me until I reached her door.I pushed it open.Bella was standing by the window. Lucia was by her side. They both looked up when I walked in.Bella's face was pale. Her eyes were tired. She looked more worried than she sounded."Zayden—"I crossed the room and pulled her into my arms."Are you okay?" I pulled back, cupping her face in my hands. "What happened? The nurse said you collapsed. Are you hurt? Do you need—""I'm fine." She placed her ha
Bella’s POVI woke up to the smell of lavender.For a moment, I thought I was back in my old room at my father's house. The sheets were soft. The light was warm. Everything felt familiar.Then I opened my eyes.A figure was sitting across from me—a familiar one. I blinked. Once. Twice. Until my vision cleared."Lucia?" I managed to speak.She looked up from her phone, her expression shifting from worry to relief. "Hey. You're awake.""What are you—" I tried to sit up, but my head spun. I pressed my hand against my forehead. "What happened?""You collapsed." Lucia set her phone down and leaned forward. "I came in not too long ago. The staff called for help. And they called Zayden. He's on his way home."I stared at her. “How long have I been out?”"You've been out for about an hour," she said. "They brought a nurse in. She said it was exhaustion. Stress. Dehydration. The usual stuff that causes fainting spells like this."I didn't answer.Lucia studied me. Her eyes moved over my face—
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
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







