The next few days passed in a blur. Bella kept her head down and worked hard. Her new office was just down the hall from Jason’s, and she stayed busy with the redesign project. Work became her escape. Every blueprint, every color sample, every detail she worked on helped her focus and forget how close Jason always seemed to be.
Jason didn’t keep his distance. In fact, he made sure she was around him often. They had meeting after meeting, sometimes working late into the night. He studied her work with sharp eyes, asking questions that cut deep. It didn’t feel like he was only judging her work it felt like he was trying to figure her out too.
Sometimes, she would glance up and catch him watching her. Not just a normal glance. A long look. Like he was searching for something. His expression would quickly shift back to cold and unreadable. But for a second, she always saw something there curiosity, maybe... or something else. Maybe something that used to be love.
Bella stayed calm on the outside. Always professional. She talked about measurements and space planning. Never anything personal. She never smiled unless she had to. She never laughed. She never let him see the pain.
To him, she was just Bella Quinn, the architect. Not Isabella Reed, the woman he used to hold in his arms.
But secrets never stay quiet forever.
One afternoon, they were in his office, looking at some complicated designs. Bella was focused, leaning over the table, when a sudden laugh echoed from the hallway.
A child’s laugh.
It was light and full of happiness. Bella froze.
Then came a small, excited voice.
“Mommy!”
Bella’s heart stopped.
She turned, fast. And there she was Lila
standing in the doorway, holding her coloring book and a bunch of crayons in her tiny hands. A security guard stood behind her, looking nervous and unsure. Lila’s eyes sparkled as she smiled proudly.Jason stood up slowly, confused by the interruption.
His eyes landed on the little girl.
Then he stopped moving.
He looked at her really looked at her. Lila’s bright blue eyes, her curly hair, the way she stood so confidently it was like staring into a mirror from years ago.
He turned to Bella. His face changed. Confusion turned into something darker. Anger. Shock. Betrayal.
He looked back at Lila. Then back at Bella. And again at the child.
His voice was low and rough. “Who… who is this, Bella?”
Bella felt her throat tighten. Her hands shook slightly. She tried to keep calm, but her voice was quiet, like a whisper.
“She’s… she’s my daughter, Jason.”
She didn’t say anything else. She couldn’t. Her secret was out. And the look in his eyes said he already knew the truth.
He looked at Lila again. Then at Bella’s face. Then, as if remembering, at the curve of her body from five years ago when she had disappeared from his life without warning.
It all made sense now.
His jaw tightened. His hands clenched at his sides. His eyes were filled with something fierce. Anger, hurt, disbelief.
The silence in the room felt heavy.
The old photo of Arthur Thorne standing next to George Reed wasn’t just a photo. It was a warning and a weapon. For Jason, it felt like someone had dropped a match into a room full of gasoline. Suddenly, it was clear: Thorne hadn’t just appeared out of nowhere. He wasn’t some outsider taking cheap shots. He had been part of his father’s world all along. Maybe even his father’s chosen replacement.That meant every move Thorne made wasn’t random. It was personal. It was designed to hit Jason where it hurt most.Even though things between Jason and Bella had become closer again especially after that night they finally opened up, they couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching. Every hug, every soft moment was followed by a question hanging in the air: Who sent that photo?Was it Thorne himself, bragging? Or was it someone else, trying to warn them?Jason couldn’t let it go. The idea that someone inside Reed & Co. was feeding Thorne information kept him up at night. He started l
The quiet conversation in the living room, followed by their raw, emotional reunion, had brought something vital back to life. What happened between them afterward wasn’t wild or dramatic, it was gentle, slow, and full of meaning. They held each other like they were holding onto a lifeline. Their bodies tangled not out of lust, but out of a desperate need to feel something real. In a world full of lies, power games, and shadows, they needed to know they were still each other’s home.That night, the distance between them shrank. Not just physically, but emotionally. The silence that used to echo in the penthouse felt softer now, more like peace than emptiness. For the first time in weeks, they fell asleep in the same bed, with their fingers still laced together under the sheets.By morning, something had shifted inside them. Their love was still bruised but it wasn’t broken.With their bond renewed, they turned their full attention to the bigger threat: Thorne.They both knew by now th
Jason felt like the world was pressing on his chest. Bad people were attacking his work, but the worst part was how all the worry was pushing him and Bella apart. He suddenly saw it clearly: Thorne didn’t just want to ruin their company. He wanted to break them as a couple. If Jason and Bella stopped trusting each other, everything else would fall.One quiet evening, the house felt too big. Lila was at a friend’s place with adults watching, so it was just Jason and Bella in the penthouse. No kid noise. No meetings. Just a heavy kind of silence.Bella sat on the couch with a design magazine open, but she wasn’t really reading. Her eyes were far away.Jason walked in, stopped, and breathed like he was getting ready to jump into cold water. “Bella… can we talk? Like, really talk?”She set the magazine down and looked at him. She saw it right away that he was not hiding anything. He looked tired and scared and honest. She patted the seat beside her. “Yes. Come sit.”He sat but didn’t spea
The small space that had opened up between Jason and Bella after Bella’s emotional breakdown didn’t go away. It stayed there like a shadow, it was quiet but heavy. They still stood side by side. They still fought Arthur Thorne with everything they had. But the closeness they once shared, the ease between them, had changed. Something warm and natural had started to fade under all the pressure. It wasn’t that they didn’t love each other. They did. But the fight was wearing them down in ways they hadn’t expected.Thorne wasn’t attacking like a loud, obvious enemy. He was like smoke; hard to catch, impossible to pin down. His plan wasn’t to destroy them quickly. No, he wanted to stretch out their suffering, to wear them down until they broke from the inside. The lies and rumors spread like wildfire, hitting Jason’s image as a leader at Reed & Co. and chipping away at Bella’s good name in the design world. Anonymous messages kept triggering stressful audits on their charities, pulling thei
The days after July 15th passed without any big event or loud attack. But what came instead was worse in a quiet way. It was like a slow-moving storm that never really hit but never left either. Jason and Bella felt it in everything, they couldn’t relax, couldn’t breathe. Arthur Thorne didn’t disappear. He just changed how he moved. He got smarter, more careful, more dangerous. His attacks weren’t the kind you could see coming. They were quiet, personal, and meant to mess with their minds.At Reed & Co., Jason’s company, nothing felt safe anymore. Every new project idea came with questions. Every email or message made him pause. Were they being watched? Was something being leaked? Meetings that used to be short and honest now dragged on, filled with side glances and hidden meanings. Jason had worked so hard to build a team where everyone trusted each other. But now, that trust was fading. People were nervous. Even Ryan, who had always been calm and reliable, was showing signs of stres
The morning of July 16th arrived, not with chaos, but with a strange, haunting silence. The deadline “July 15, 2025” had passed. The warning message, “Countdown Initiated,” had come and gone. Jason and Bella had stayed up all night in the penthouse, watching the news, checking Reed & Co.’s systems, reading every report they could find. They expected something loud like a crash, a hostile takeover, a public scandal. But nothing obvious happened.That quiet, however, felt worse than an explosion. It was the kind of silence that made your skin crawl, like the moment before a trap snaps shut. It didn’t feel like a victory, it felt like something had started that they couldn’t yet see.Jason was already on the phone before the sun fully rose. His voice was sharp and worried. “Ryan, anything? Any strange movements? Any news?”Ryan sounded just as anxious. “Nothing big, Jason. The stock market’s calm. Our numbers are stable. No strange press from Greenlight Ventures. But I don’t like it. It’