เข้าสู่ระบบCaleb pov The call came on Friday at 10pm. I didn't even check the caller ID; I just grabbed the phone off the nightstand."Caleb, we have a catastrophic failure," Lena's voice was tight, stripped of all its usual corporate calm.I sat up instantly, throwing the covers off my legs. I glanced over at Bella, who was still asleep beside me. "What happened? Is it Webb?""He's out," Lena said flatly. "The local police department botched the county jail transport an hour ago. Route 9 State Highway. Webb faked a seizure in the back of the cage. The transport van pulled over on the shoulder, and when the guard opened the door to check on him, Webb exploded.""He's a middle-aged journalist, Lena!" I hissed, keeping my voice down as I stepped out into the hallway, pacing frantically. "How does he overpower an armed guard?""He didn't need to be a mastermind, Caleb, he just needed to be frantic," Lena replied, the sound of her keyboard clicking rapidly over the line. "He ripped a heavy tactical
Caleb POV"We have two plainclothes guards at the gate and one patrolling the perimeter during school hours," I replied."Double it," Bella said instantly. "I want one guard dedicated entirely to Tom's classroom area. What about the estate?""The treeline coverage has been increased, and we added motion sensors along the back fence where he was found," I explained."Good. Have we contacted the school administration yet?""Not yet. I wanted to coordinate the message with you first.""I will handle the school communication plan myself," she said, her voice sharp and efficient. I leaned forward, trying to offer her some semblance of peace. "Bella, you can calm down. He is gone. He is arrested and sitting in a cell right now."Bella’s eyes locked onto mine, turning entirely to flint. The professional veneer dropped, replaced by a fierce, uncompromising maternal rage."You won't school me on when to calm down, Caleb," she said, her voice vibrating with a dangerous, quiet intensity. "I don
Caleb POV Lena walked into my office on a Thursday morning, and she did not look happy. She dropped a heavy folder right next to my coffee cup. "Is this the final security report on the kitchen breach from Tuesday?" I asked, looking up from my laptop. My chest still felt tight just thinking about how close that trespasser had gotten to Bella. "It's much worse than a simple trespass report, Caleb," Lena said, pulling up a chair and sitting down. "This is a full intelligence file on the man we had arrested. His name is Marcus Webb. I have actually been tracking his digital footprint." I pulled the folder toward me, stunned. "Marcus Webb? The freelance writer? He wrote a couple of competent pieces about Bella back in the early Hart Worldwide years. What does he have to do with Tuesday?" "He is the man from Tuesday," Lena said, her face completely serious. "And his professional interest has curdled into something entirely different over the past months. After the guards handed him ov
Bella POVIt was a Tuesday afternoon. I had taken a rare half-day off from the office. Between the stressful Marchetti legal battle, dealing with Camille Fontaine, and the grueling, endless meetings handling Margaret and Richard, my head was spinning. I just needed to be home, away from the corporate warfare and the family venom. Tom was still at school, and Nadia was upstairs with Grace, who was fast asleep.The house was completely silent. I stood at the kitchen island, pouring myself a cup of coffee, just trying to breathe and let the exhaustion drain out of my bones.Then, the back door handle rattled.My hand froze over the coffee pot. The door crept inward, inch by inch, scraping softly against the frame. Terror hit me straight in the chest. My heart started hammering against my ribs. I didn't scream, purely because the breath caught completely in my throat. I looked around wildly. My eyes landed on the heavy cast-iron skillet sitting on the stove. With shaking fingers, I rea
Bella pov On Wednesday morning, a firm knock sounded at my office door. I glanced up from my laptop as Lena walked inside. She did not say a word. She just marched straight to my desk and laid a printed summary down in front of me."What do we have here?" I asked, pulling the papers closer."Our media monitoring system flagged something once again an hour ago," Lena said, crossing her arms. "A freelance business writer based in Germany has been digging around. He is circling the Marchetti Group, Hart Industries, and he specifically searched the name Elaine Voss within a forty-eight-hour window."My chest tightened at the sound of my mother's name. I read through the flagged materials twice. It took me less than two minutes to understand exactly what Richard and Margret were attempting."They are trying to claim your birth background makes the Hart Industries takeover illegal," Lena explained, pointing at a highlighted paragraph. "He wants to publish a story saying you were never a re
Margret pov We were sitting in the small kitchen of the Kensington flat, a place far too small for a man who used to run Hart Industries. Richard was pacing the floor, his shair messy, his face twisted with anger."We can't just let her stay up there, Margaret," Richard said, slamming his hand on the counter. "Bella took everything. She took our company, she took our family name, and she has the world thinking she is some kind of business genius.""What do you want to do, Richard?" I asked, sipping my tea. "She won. We are stuck in this flat.""No, she hasn't won yet," Richard sneered, leaning over the table. "I have a contact. A journalist from the old days. He owes me a massive favor, and he is running out of time to pay it back. We place a story in the right business column at the exact moment she is trying to manage her new billionaire father.""What kind of story?" I asked."The truth," Richard said, his eyes gleaming. "Or at least, our version of it. Bella's biological parentag
Bella POVI made it back to the penthouse before I fell apart completely. The elevator doors had barely closed before the first sob broke free, raw and ugly and years overdue. I pressed my back against the wall and slid down until I was sitting on the floor, my expensive suit wrinkling, my carefull
Bella pov Just my name, spoken in that voice I'd tried so hard to forget. I stopped walking, my entire body going rigid. Turn around, I told myself. Face him. Show him you're not afraid.But I was afraid. Terrified, actually. Because hearing his voice again made me feel like that girl standing in
Caleb POVThe clock on my nightstand read 3:47 AM, and I was staring at the ceiling again, counting the minutes until I could pretend sleep was even an option. Bella's eyes haunted me every time I closed mine.I'd tried everything: sleeping pills that left me groggy and useless, whiskey that only m
Caleb pov Three Years LaterGrandmother died on a Tuesday morning in early spring. She went peacefully in her sleep, they told me, but her last words to me the previous Sunday still echoed in my mind."Did you find her yet?""No, Grandmother. I'm still looking."She'd squeezed my hand with what li







