登入Bella POVOn a Tuesday morning, a firm knock sounded at my door."Who is it?" I called out, glancing up from my work."Lena," her voice came through the door."Come in," I said.The door swung open, and Lena walked into my office. She did not say a word. She just laid a printed stack of papers on my desk.I looked down at the pages. Normally, Lena sent everything by email. When she brought paper directly to my desk, it meant the news was serious."What is this?" I asked, pulling the papers toward me."Media monitoring from the last ten days," Lena said, crossing her arms. "Social media posts, gossip columns, and business news in Europe. Someone is talking about you, Bella."I read through the pages twice. The prose was simple but dangerous. No one used my name. No one made direct accusations that we could sue over. Instead, it was a quiet stream of hints. One article from a Paris business summit mentioned an unnamed source asking about a new person in Sebastien Marchetti's life. Anot
Bella pov I parked the car in the lot near the park entrance. I unbuckled Tom from his car seat, took his hand, and we walked together toward the main gates. As we got closer, I spotted Sebastien. He was already there, standing near the entrance and waiting for us. He wore a pale grey jacket with no tie. The morning sun lit up the grey in his hair, and he looked much softer and less intimidating than he had at the restaurant. He just looked like a regular person. I stopped walking and pointed gently ahead so my son could see him. "Look, Tom," I said softly. "See the man standing right over there? That is Sebastien, the person I was telling you about. Go say hi to him." Tom nodded and took a few steps forward on his own. Sebastien saw us coming. For a brief second, a mix of deep emotions flashed across his face, but then his expression settled into a warm, gentle smile. Tom stopped about four meters away from him. He looked Sebastien up and down, completely quiet, like he was
Bella POVAfter a few days of thinking and talking with Sebastian on the phone, I finally felt ready. Sebastien had been calling me every evening for the past week. Our first conversations were short and a bit awkward, but as the days passed, we talked for longer. He told me about his life in France, his daily routines, and how he spent his evenings. He never pushed me for answers, and he never demanded to see me again he just listened to my voice.One night, he stayed on the phone with me for an hour just listening to me talk about my business. He sounded genuinely interested in everything I had built. Hearing the soft, steady tone of his voice every night made something shift inside me. He was really trying. He was earning my trust, piece by piece, through those nightly phone calls.But before I could make a final decision about letting him meet my son, I needed to talk to Caleb. Caleb was my rock, and his opinion meant everything to me.We sat in our living room after Tom had gon
Bella POV"He never did," Enzo said simply. "Not until he met you. Now he won't stop talking about her." He turned his coffee cup in his hands. "There is a photograph on his desk at home. It has been there my entire life. I always thought it was an aunt or a relative, because he never explained who she was. But after he came home from meeting you, he picked it up and held it for a long time. I think that was the first time I understood that the picture was a sadness he had been carrying since before we were born."I did not say anything."He's been very lonely for a very long time," Enzo said. He did not say it sadly, just as a fact. "And none of us knew how to help him. Olivier tried by being perfect at everything. I tried by making him laugh sometimes. Neither of those things was what he actually needed, but it was all we had.""That sounds" I stopped. I started again. "That sounds like a very specific kind of loneliness.""Yes." He looked at me steadily. "The kind where you have ev
Bella pov He did not answer, instead he walked to the door, pulled it open, and stepped out into the hallway.A few minutes later, I heard voices in the corridor near my office. One voice was short and cold, and the other was calm and surprised.Then, my assistant appeared at my office door. She looked very worried and tried to talk to me."Bella, I am so sorry, he just walked right past" she started to say.Before she could finish, a young man stepped up right behind her. I looked up and signaled to my assistant with a small wave of my hand, letting her know it was okay to leave us. She nodded and stepped back.The young man looked a bit messy. He had warm brown eyes and was holding two cups of coffee. "Hi," he said, smiling a little. "I am the second brother. My name is Enzo Marchetti.""I know who you are," I said, looking at him. "You look very similar to your elder brother."He smiled even wider. "Don't worry, I know you did a background check on me and my brother. So, it is no
Bella POVKindly meet me at my office on Thursday at 10:00 a.m. Please don't be late.Then I pressed send******On Thursday morning, I was sitting at my desk, finishing up some morning paperwork.Suddenly, the desk phone buzzed. I picked up the line, and my assistant’s voice came through the speaker."Mr Olivier Marchetti is down here to see you," she said.I glanced at the digital clock on the corner of my computer screen, it read exactly 9:58 a.m.I noticed that choice. Arriving two minutes early was very specific. It showed he took the meeting seriously, but he did not look too eager or nervous. Someone had taught him well, or he had learned it himself. Either way, I kept that detail in mind."Send him up," I said.A moment later, my assistant opened the heavy door and showed him into my room. I stayed right behind my desk, keeping the physical barrier between us.Olivier wore a sharp, dark gray suit that was expensive but simple. He looked a lot like his father, Sebastien, but Ol
Bella POVI didn't see Caleb for the rest of the gala. He'd disappeared after his devastating revelation, leaving me to navigate conversations and networking while my mind spun with humiliation and anger.He'd heard me, he heard everything. By the time I made it back to the penthouse, it was past m
Bella pov The song was ending, our dance almost over, and I knew I should step away. But his arms were strong and warm around me, his scent was drowning me, and for just a moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like to give in. To let him kiss me in front of everyone, claim me publicly, mak
Bella pov I turned to find Ethan Pierce, CEO of Pierce Industries and one of the few self-made billionaires in the room. I'd met him a few times at business events, always found him charming and intelligent."Ethan, good to see you." I shook his hand. "You know Caleb Black?""We've met." Ethan's s
Bella POVI made it back to the penthouse in record time, my mind still spinning from what happened in the elevator. The kiss, the confession, the way my body had betrayed me completely.Tom was in the living room with Maya, building what appeared to be a penguin village out of blocks."Mommy!" He







