LOGINShe was once his wife. Now she’s his biggest secret and maybe his only chance at redemption. Five years ago, Bella Quinn walked away from a toxic marriage and a powerful man, broken but resolute. She found solace in Boston, raising their daughter alone, shielding her from the world and the painful truths of the past. But when fate, in the guise of an anonymous commission, throws her back into Jason Reed’s orbit, the carefully constructed walls around her heart begin to crumble. Buried secrets erupt, and the unfinished love that once burned so brightly smolders hotter than ever. Jason, a cold and formidable CEO, unknowingly haunted by the love he lost, now wants answers, a closure he never received. Bella, fierce and independent, desperately wants to protect her secret and finally lay the past to rest. But the past has teeth, a venomous history of lies and betrayals and someone far more dangerous is out to destroy them both. As their lives irrevocably intertwine again, amidst corporate scandals, hidden agendas, and shocking revelations, can a love scarred by deceit survive the truth that will change everything they thought they knew?
View MoreNew York City buzzed in the distance as Bella Quinn stepped out of the taxi. The sound, once so loud and close, now felt far away like a memory she didn’t want to wake up.
It had been five years. Five long years since she ran from this city, from the pain it brought. Now, she stood in front of a tall glass building Reed International. The name alone made her stomach twist.
She held her portfolio tight. It felt solid in her hands, like proof that she had built a new life. A stronger one. One that didn’t depend on anyone but herself.
“Ms. Quinn? Isabella Quinn?”
The voice snapped her back to the present. A young woman walked up to her, holding a tablet and wearing a perfect smile. “Welcome to Reed International. Mr. Reed is expecting you.”
Bella’s heart skipped a beat. Mr. Reed. Of course. He was the mystery client. She hadn’t known his name until now.
Her hands shook slightly as she followed the assistant through the shiny, quiet lobby. Everything looked expensive and cold. The walls, the lights, the people all so polished. All so familiar.
This was his world.
The elevator felt too slow. Each second stretched forever. She tried to calm herself. She was no longer that girl from five years ago. She was Bella Quinn now. A successful architect. A strong single mother. Not Isabella Reed, the broken woman who had once been married to a man who didn’t see her pain.
The doors opened.
The assistant led her into a large office with tall windows and a view of the city. He was standing there, facing the glass, his back to her.
Jason Reed.
He hadn’t turned yet, but she could feel his presence tall, powerful, and distant. He seemed even colder now.
Then, he turned.
Bella stopped breathing.
His eyes were the same icy blue. His face was older, more serious, but still sharp. Still him. His gaze landed on her and for a second, she thought she saw surprise. But it quickly faded into something harder.
He stared at her like she was a stranger. Or a ghost.
The silence between them was loud. Bella’s heart pounded. This wasn’t just the past showing up again it was crashing right into her.
Jason’s eyes narrowed. His face grew cold. He didn’t speak at first. He just studied her like she was a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.
Finally, his deep voice broke the silence.
“You’re late, Ms. Quinn. I’m Jason Reed. You’ll be working with me directly.”
His tone was sharp, almost rude.
Bella felt her jaw tighten.
She saw it in his eyes. He was already suspicious. He didn’t know the truth, not yet. But he could feel something was off.
And in that moment, she knew.
This wasn’t going to be just another job.
This was the start of something she had tried to leave behind. Something full of secrets, tension and danger.
“It’s always the quiet ones,” Jason said—half joke, half warning—before the door clicked shut behind them.“Don’t say that like it’s a consolation prize,” Bella murmured, sliding her hand into the small of his back. The War Room’s glass still blurred in her mind like a bad dream; monitors wiped clean, red lines that looked like bleeding. “Quiet can be a trap.”“Then we’ll make noise when we need to.” He breathed against her hair. “Right now? I want to be loud in a different way.”She laughed, the sound fragile and defiant. “You and your metaphors.”“Not a metaphor.” He kissed the side of her neck. “A promise.”They had left the War Room with strategy notes folded into their pockets and the weight of the night in their shoulders. They had also left, deliberately, the armor they showed the world—the tailored suits, the polished words, the public faces that smiled for cameras and shook hands with people who liked to pretend loyalty was purchasable.The bedroom lights were low. The city o
The handshake looked warm from a distance — practiced, polite, even friendly. But up close, it was anything but.Robert Bannon’s grip was firm and deliberate, the kind of handshake meant to send a message: I’m in control. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and the calm in his tone was the kind that made Jason Reed’s instincts flare red.The room itself mirrored that tension — polished marble floors, golden chandeliers, champagne glasses glinting beneath soft jazz. Every conversation felt rehearsed, every laugh a performance. The launch event for the Bannon Foundation’s “New Cities Initiative” wasn’t about charity or progress. It was about power — and tonight, Jason and Bella had walked right into its nest.Robert turned slightly, the movement smooth, almost predatory. “A genuine pleasure, Jason,” he said, his voice carrying that rich, velvety authority of a man who owned every room he entered. “Lila is a remarkable young woman. Ethan speaks highly of her vision. We believe strongly in f
The invitation arrived in a thick white envelope with gold trim and Jason Reed’s name embossed in bold letters. Inside, the words shimmered like a performance:The Bannon Foundation cordially invites you to the Young Leaders in Sustainable Design Gala.Jason turned the card slowly between his fingers before setting it on the table.He looked across at his daughter, Lila, who was busy scrolling through her phone, and then at Ethan—her boyfriend, the one Jason had avoided acknowledging for months. Ethan sat stiffly, trying to act casual in the presence of a man who clearly didn’t want him there.Jason’s tone was smooth, practiced—the kind that made boardrooms listen but families flinch.“Lila,” he began, “I’ve decided I want to get to know Ethan better.”Lila’s head shot up, her eyes wide. “You… do?”Jason smiled the kind of smile that looked generous but wasn’t. “This gala is the perfect place. It’ll showcase the Foundation’s next generation. You and Ethan will attend with us.”Ethan b
They met Elena in a glass tower that pretended not to stare at the river. Her office smelled of polished wood and iced water. She never smiled unless a plan needed polishing.“Elena,” Bella said, sliding into the chair opposite the lawyer. “We have a problem that’s legal on the face of it, and lethal behind the curtains.”“Talk,” Elena said, putting down her glass. She didn’t have the theatricality of shock; she had the efficiency of judgment.“Cerberus,” Bella said. “And Bannon.”“Elena’s eyebrows didn’t move. She had read richer crime novels for relaxation. “Cerberus is a ghost, Bella. It’s a web of shell companies, trusts, and private foundations. It looks like a fortress because its couriers are invisible.”“How do you attack that?” Bella asked. “We can’t sue a phantom.”“You embarrass it.” Elena said the word like it was a surgical tool. “Every ghost has a face when it wants to show off. They throw parties. They like to vet people. They need theatre.”“You mean a black-tie event?
The War Room smelled faintly of coffee and old paper. The lights were low. Maps and corporate charts lay like a city under glass. It was supposed to be where they planned a campaign — but tonight it was where they kept their marriage alive.“Listen to me,” Bella said, leaning over the table, her hand sliding up the back of Jason’s neck so she could feel him breathe. “Ethan is bait. Sixteen. Works in a bookstore. He doesn’t know anything he can’t forget.”“He’s not the player,” Jason replied, tracing a thin red line from a holding company to a trust account on the tablet. “His father is. Robert Bannon controls a third of the Cerberus Group. That’s not a hobby, Bella. That’s a pillar.”“You keep saying ‘Cerberus’ like it’s a monster you can name and kill.” Bella’s voice was quiet but sharp. “Is it a company, or is it a legal fiction stitched together by lawyers in Bermuda?”“It’s both.” Jason tapped a node until it blinked. “Cerberus, Hydra, Scylla — three holding networks feeding one a
The War Room, once Jason’s fortress of control, now felt like a graveyard of broken promises. The hum of the servers was the only sound left after hours of shouting, accusations, and silence heavy enough to crush a man’s chest.Jason stood in the middle of it all—his tie loosened, his eyes bloodshot, his expression stripped of command. He looked less like a CEO and more like a man who had lost everything except the guilt holding him upright.He spoke softly, the words trembling out of him like a confession.Jason: “You’re right, Bella. You’ve always been right. I’m sorry.”His voice cracked. “I let the fear consume me. I thought I was protecting you—protecting us—but all I did was destroy the trust holding this together.”He walked over to the central computer, the screen reflecting his worn face like a mirror he could no longer avoid. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling. Then, with slow, deliberate motions, he began wiping the drives one by one. Files disappeared, years





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