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 morning after the gala, New York was still buzzing. Newspapers splashed the photo of Jason kissing Bella across their front pages. Social media feeds looped the video over and over, captions screaming: “The Kiss That Stole the Gala” and “Love Stronger Than Scandal.”It wasn’t just gossip, it was a statement. A public coronation of their love.Bella’s phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. Messages poured in; friends, colleagues, journalists, even old acquaintances she hadn’t heard from in years.“That kiss,” one text read, “was everything. You shut everyone up.”Another said: “You two… power and fire. No one can touch that.”Bella sat at the kitchen counter in her robe, scrolling, smiling faintly, a cup of coffee untouched beside her. She wasn’t used to love being something celebrated instead of dissected.Jason walked in, barefoot, still half-asleep but carrying the quiet power that never left him. He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching her.“Still famous?” he teased.“Ap
The chandeliers glittered like a hundred frozen suns. The annual New York Philanthropic Art Gala wasn’t just an event, it was a spectacle. Politicians, CEOs, artists, and foreign dignitaries moved through the grand hall like chess pieces, each dressed in fabrics that whispered of wealth and influence. Cameras flashed. Champagne glasses clinked. Deals were brokered in whispers behind velvet curtains.But tonight, all eyes were on one woman.Bella Quinn-Reed.She stood near the entrance in a deep emerald gown that clung to her like liquid light, Jason at her side in a tailored black tux. They were the power couple of New York, a story people wanted to watch unfold in real time.Jason leaned toward her ear, his voice low and smooth. “Every head in this room just turned. You’re the star tonight, Bella.”Bella forced a smile. “It’s not about me. It’s about the art. About the cause.”Jason’s lips curved. “You can tell yourself that. But look around….you’ve become the cause.”Before she coul
The café smelled like roasted coffee beans mixed with oil paint, a strange blend that pulled Bella into a past she thought she had buried. It was a small spot tucked away in a quiet corner of New York, its walls covered with paintings from local artists; wild splashes of color, uneven strokes, sharp lines that spoke of chaos and hope.And then she saw him.Chidi Obi.He hadn’t changed much. His hair was shorter now, touched faintly with gray. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and a well-used book sat open on the table in front of him. But it wasn’t his clothes or the gray that held her, it was his eyes. The same deep, calm eyes that once made her believe her life could have gone in an entirely different direction.“Bella.” He stood up, uncertain, caught between reaching for a hug or bowing in quiet respect. His voice was low, a little stunned. “You look… radiant. Victorious. I’ve followed your work. What you’re doing—it’s incredible. You’ve become a light.”She gave a ne
The city had changed.In the week since Jason’s defiant broadcast, New York felt alive with a new energy, a fever, a belief. The Phoenix Foundation had risen from the ashes like its namesake, not just restored but transformed. Support poured in from every corner of the globe: messages, funding, partnerships. They weren’t just surviving anymore; they were leading.Jason and Bella’s story had been painted in headlines as a modern fairy tale. Love against betrayal. Courage against manipulation. Light against shadow. The world couldn’t get enough.But behind the bright lights, behind the applause and admiration, the wounds still bled quietly.At night, Bella would sometimes wake with a start, her heart pounding, certain she had heard Seraphina’s voice whispering through the dark. Sometimes, she would flinch when Jason touched her shoulder unexpectedly, the memory of isolation and fear still fresh in her skin.Jason bore his scars differently. He was always watching now. Watching doors, wa
The doors slammed open.For one terrifying heartbeat, Bella thought it would be Dean’s shadows, Seraphina’s agents, or worse…Ryan himself come to finish the betrayal. But then she saw David Cole, his face pale, his chest heaving as if he had sprinted the whole way here.“Jason!” David’s voice cracked with relief. “Bella! You’re safe.”Behind him, the team flooded the penthouse, weapons ready, eyes scanning every corner. They secured the perimeter with a speed and precision that left no doubt that they had been waiting for this moment.Jason rose from his chair, still gripping Bella’s hand. His eyes met David’s.“You’re late,” Jason said quietly.David winced, his shoulders heavy with guilt. “I know. I should have been here sooner. I should’ve stopped Ryan before it got this far.” He swallowed hard, shame thick in his voice. “I let my own brother slip past me. I…”Jason cut him off. “You came back.”For a second, David looked at him, stunned. Then he nodded, his voice breaking. “I’ll m
Bella could still feel the warmth of Jason’s touch, the closeness that had drawn them back together. For the first time in what felt like years, her heart wasn’t weighed down by grief or despair. But her mind? It wouldn’t stop racing.Seraphina’s voice haunted her like a ghost. Dean’s final masterpiece.A masterpiece. Bella knew enough about men like Dean Carter to understand one thing; every masterpiece carried its flaw. No matter how clever the plan, there was always a tell. Always.She sat hunched over Jason’s laptop, the glow of the screen casting sharp shadows across her face. The files exposing Ryan’s betrayal were still open. The timelines. The leaks. The careful staging of the Foundation’s collapse. Every word made her stomach tighten.Jason leaned against the table, silent, his jaw clenched.Then Bella’s eyes narrowed. She spotted something. A tiny detail, almost hidden, like a whisper at the edge of the code.“Wait,” she muttered, pressing her finger to the screen. “This lin