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
Evening came much early. Jason and Bella stayed the whole day at home with Lila recovering from the events of the previous day.Lila was fast asleep after running around the penthouse.The rain was falling heavy outside as they looked through the window. Bella stood in the living room, her hands clenched at her sides, refusing to let herself be distracted. Jason sat slumped on the sofa, eyes hollow, the weight of defeat pressing down on him. Dean Carter had laid his trap with precision, planting doubt and betrayal like a venomous seed, and Jason had almost swallowed it whole.Bella took a step forward, heart hammering. Not today. Not him. Not us.“Jason,” she said softly, then firmer, her voice cutting through the storm outside, “look at me.”He blinked, slowly raising his gaze, red-rimmed eyes swimming with pain. She could see the guilt, the anger, the fear but beneath it, buried and bruised, was the love that had tethered them through everything.“I…Bella…” His voice cracked. “I fai
Jason’s fingers dug into the edge of the desk, knuckles white. Bella’s nails scraped against the marble, her heart pounding in rhythm with his.“Lila…” Jason’s voice cracked, low and jagged. “Where is she?”The screen flickered again, static hissing, and for a heart-stopping moment, a shadow passed across Lila’s empty crib. Bella’s stomach twisted.“She’s… she’s gone,” she whispered, though part of her refused to believe it. “He couldn’t… he wouldn’t…”Jason slammed his palm against the desk. “He would. He’s done this before. He’s always three steps ahead. And now… now he’s taken her to make us…” His voice faltered, choked by rage. “…to make us crumble.”Bella stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. “No,” she said firmly. “Not us. Not ever. Dean thinks he can manipulate you, Jason. Twist your mind, break your heart… But he doesn’t know everything. He doesn’t know us.”“Don’t try to reason with him,” Jason muttered, pacing again, each step sharp, deliberate. “Every second I think, e
The hours dragged like chains.Every second inside the penthouse felt heavier, tighter, like the walls themselves were closing in. The place had always been Jason’s fortress, a sanctuary built to withstand anything. But tonight, it was nothing more than a cage lined with glass and steel.Jason prowled the rooms like a lion cut off from the wild, every step echoing his frustration. Bella kept stealing glances toward the hallway, toward Lila’s door, her chest aching with fear. The little girl slept on, untouched by the storm gathering around them. For how long, though? That was the question that gnawed at Bella’s heart.Every attempt Jason made to break through the lockdown failed. His sharp fingers flew across control panels, tore wires free, tried override after override, but the systems stayed dead, stubborn, untouchable. Dean had locked them tighter than a vault.Bella whispered into the silence, her voice hoarse with dread. “It’s airtight. He thought of everything.”Jason spun towa