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 media firestorm surrounding Reed International had escalated into a full-scale siege. Headlines blared fresh accusations daily; corporate misconduct, internal sabotage, and even whispers of federal investigations. Behind the chaos, George Reed’s hidden network operated with surgical precision, pulling invisible strings and manipulating public perception like a master puppeteer.Jason had bought a sliver of time with a narrow board vote of confidence barely enough to breathe. His office became a war room, cluttered with documents, transaction maps, and red-eyed associates fighting to trace the poison bleeding into the company’s core. He stood before a digital board, outlining the web of financial manipulation and media leaks.“They’re shorting the stock, controlling the narrative, and manufacturing panic,” Jason said, his voice low and grim. “This isn’t just an attack, it’s a hostile operation. They’re trying to destroy Reed International from the inside out, force a devaluation, a
The morning light filtering through Jason’s penthouse windows did little to brighten the mood. Bella sat on the edge of the leather couch, hands wrapped tightly around a mug of untouched coffee, replaying the kiss from the night before. It hadn’t been just physical. It was raw, emotionally charged, scar reopening. Yet now, with daylight came the retreat, the second-guessing. The war outside their doors had only escalated.Jason stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, eyes scanning a barrage of breaking news headlines scrolling across his tablet. Each one was a blow to his public image, a calculated attack launched with precision and malice.“Reed International in Crisis: Whistle-blowers Confirm Financial Irregularities.”“Insider Claims CEO Jason Reed 'Mismanaged Funds' – Federal Inquiry Looming?”“Grace Monroe Speaks Out: 'Reed International Needs a New Era of Leadership.’”Bella’s stomach churned as she watched a video clip of Grace speaking on a morning financial show, her voice syr
The digital trap had worked like clockwork.Silas Thorne’s signature was all over the infiltration logs, his reckless brilliance, his arrogance, his fingerprints. With every line of code, every unauthorized access, he had not only buried himself but dragged Veronica Pierce and George Reed into the light with him. Mark Jenkins and his cybersecurity team moved swiftly, documenting the breach, assembling airtight evidence for Detective Harris. The noose was tightening. Slowly, methodically. And this time, it wouldn't loosen.But amid the chaos and corporate warfare, something more subtle and far more dangerous was happening.Bella and Jason had been forced into close quarters for weeks now. Emergency meetings turned into late-night strategy sessions. Mutual blame had transformed into shared purpose. And beneath the tension and high-stakes maneuvering, an old, simmering current had begun to rise again quiet, potent, undeniable.It came to a head one night, just past midnight.The office w
The trap had sprung.Inside Jason's office, the tension was suffocating. Mark Jenkins’s screens pulsed with lines of code, log access trails, and metadata overlays, each confirming what they had hoped for: the digital infiltration was underway.“They’re in,” Jenkins murmured. “Silas Thorne’s signature is unmistakable.”Bella leaned in, eyes fixed on the scrolling activity. The invaders were navigating the decoy server like seasoned professionals, slipping past firewalls, decrypting dummy files, scanning fabricated financial logs designed to mirror Reed International’s true accounts.“They’re after the embezzlement records,” Jenkins confirmed. “They think they’ve found the mother-lode. I’d bet money they’re preparing to inject false transactions that pin it all on you, Bella and then wipe the server clean.”Jason clenched his jaw. “Let them. Every keystroke is a nail in their coffin.”But something tugged at Bella's instincts. Her gaze narrowed. “Mark,” she said, pointing at a data log
The truth about Silas Thorne and George Reed’s continued, ruthless orchestration behind the scenes landed like a professional boxer’s punch. Bella sat still for long moments after Jason revealed the financial links, her body trembling from the sheer weight of betrayal. It was no longer just Veronica’s venom or corporate ambition, it was George himself, lurking in the shadows like a puppet master, weaponizing surveillance and fear against them. Against Lila.That realization didn’t break Bella it strengthen her resolve and forged her.Jason, no longer just the heir or the leader, had shifted. The warmth in his eyes was still there when he looked at Bella, but the fire had hardened into something colder, more dangerous. The protective instincts he’d once dulled out of obligation were now sharpened into a blade of vengeance.“Jenkins,” Jason said, voice clipped and steely, “I want full visibility on Silas Thorne’s firm. I want his staff tracked, I want every server ping logged. No more h
The game had shifted. This was no longer a matter of corporate espionage or bruised egos it was war. With each passing hour, the threat loomed larger, more insidious, and now unbearably personal. Bella could feel it in the cold tightness of her chest, in the way her gaze never strayed far from her phone, expecting another anonymous message, another veiled threat. But it wasn’t herself she feared for—it was Lila. Her daughter had become the center of this dangerous game, the ultimate prize.Jason’s entire demeanor had changed. The protective shell he once kept so carefully measured had cracked. Now, he was all edge, operating on cold fury and precise urgency. He wasn’t just fighting for Bella anymore. He was fighting for his child.Mark Jenkins delivered the first breakthrough.“We’ve tracked a physical address,” Jenkins said in his usual gravelly monotone, standing in Jason’s office like a silent predator. “The original server registered under an inactive shell corporation was linked