MasukDiana POVCaleb arrived minutes later. When he saw me, an expression flickered across his face that he didn’t bother to hide.He lingered in the doorway, assessing the room. His hair was windblown, as if he’d driven with the windows down.He glanced at Bella; she gave him a small nod. Then his eyes settled on me. I watched a look take hold of him that I couldn't quite name."Hey," "Hey," I said.He crossed the room and sat on the other side of me from Bella and didn't say anything else for a moment."I'm not going to ask if you're okay," he said finally."Good," I said. "Because I'm not.""Okay." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, looking at the floor. "Do you want to talk about it or do you want to just sit here?""I don't know yet.""That's fine," he said. "We've got time."The three of us sat in the quiet hotel room, neither of us talking .Then Caleb spoke. "Tell us about the documents. Both of them."I looked at him. "You know there are two?""Bella told me," he said, glanc
Diana POV"I needed somewhere nobody knew."She didn't push on, "Where are you?""Bella" I sat up straighter. "You don't need to — it's quite late, Grace will need""Caleb has Grace, And we have Nadia."I had forgotten about Nadia. The nanny they had finally settled on after what Caleb had once described to me simply as a long process — which I knew, from Bella, was the understatement of the decade. I knew about Singapore. I knew about the cameras and the flight home and Tom crying himself into a fever, and I knew that Bella's caution about who she left her children with was not a personality quirk but something she had earned the hard way. Caleb had understood that. He hadn't tried to talk her out of it — he'd sat down with her and made a list and found someone together. Nadia had been with them for a week now, which by any measure meant she had passed every test worth passing.My thoughts were interrupted by Bella. “what’s the name of the hotel Diana?""I'm fine. I just needed to""
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Diana POVI found it on a Tuesday, buried in secondary estate documents—a codicil from a dissolved Geneva law firm executed months before Victor Black died. It had taken days of forensic work to understand what it said, and when I finally did, I sat at my hotel desk for a long time without moving.It wasn't about the business or Caleb. It was about me. Specifically, it was about the trust Victor established when I was born, the one he told me as a child would be mine at twenty-five. He had redirected every penny to a foundation in his own name—a monument to himself. It was gone before I was old enough to claim it, structured so carefully I never would have found it if I hadn't been looking for something else entirely.It shouldn't have mattered. I had built my own life and needed nothing from his estate. But it hit me like the floor had opened.The money wasn't the point; the deliberation was. He had looked at the trust for his daughter and decided to erase it without a word, acting a
Bella POVWeeks later, I found a rhythm. Caleb had told James to clear his schedule for weeks the day we brought Grace home. James had complied without a single question, which said everything about how well he read the room. Caleb then proceeded to become the most committed primary caregiver I had ever witnessed—and I had seen Maya with Tom, which had previously held the record.He was up at five with Grace. He had the morning feed, the diaper, the swaddle, and the settling sorted before I was even fully awake. He handled it simply like a man who had decided this was his job and was doing it thoroughly.It was a strange, quiet domesticity. The man who could command boardrooms was now obsessing over the perfect swaddle tension and the precise temperature of a bottle, moving through the house with a sleeping infant against his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.Watching him with her—and watching Tom shadow his every move, helping with the diaper bag or explainin
Bella POVThe nurse handed her to me by the car and said, "You're ready." She was talking about Grace—the signed paperwork, the weight gain, the perfect oxygen levels—but I felt it differently. Like she was saying it to me.You're ready.I buckled her in. My hands were entirely steady, which surprised me. Every other milestone of the last month had hit me sideways, but this arrived solid and clear. Grace looked up with the unfocused gaze of a newborn, and the weeks of waiting finally settled into something finished. We were going home.Caleb stood beside me. He didn’t try to take over the buckle, which was progress."You're not going to say anything?" I asked, straightening up."About what?""The buckle, the angle. Whether the straps are tight enough."He looked at me with a perfectly calm expression. "The straps are fine.""You checked.""I checked before," he said. "While you were signing the last form. I just didn't say anything about it."I looked at him for a moment. "That's very
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 pov The bus pulled into Crestwood at 3:47 AM, depositing me at a station that was little more than a covered bench and a flickering streetlight. The rain had stopped somewhere during the ride, leaving the air cold and damp, smelling of wet concrete and exhaust fumes.I stood on the sidewalk







