LOGINThe 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.
“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







