Se connecterDiana POVI was not the threat. I needed Caleb to understand that, and the fact that he wouldn't return my calls was making it significantly more difficult to prevent what was already moving toward his family like a slow-rolling collapse.I sat in my hotel room with my laptop and my second cup of terrible room service coffee and the growing, unwelcome awareness that I had made a catastrophic miscalculation.The test I'd run on Bella was stupid. I knew that now — had known it the moment Caleb walked into my hotel bar and looked at me with the particular expression our father used to wear when he thought something beneath him was wasting his time. I had spent years memorizing that expression so I could anticipate it in the wild, and seeing it on Caleb's face, directed at me, had been more effective than anything a therapist had ever said.He looked like our father. And then he didn't. He set down his glass and said, I'm not going to build this on the ruins of my life, and walked out, an
Caleb POVTom hated the security detail with a focused, articulate passion that I found, privately, impressive.He didn't cry about it, didn't throw a tantrum. He simply stood in the kitchen on Monday morning, looked at the two people Lena had assigned as his close-protection team, and said"But they're strangers.""They're colleagues of mine," I said. "Like James.""James brings me biscuits.""Leon has biscuits," the security officer on the left said immediately, producing one from his jacket pocket.Tom looked at it, then at Leon. "What kind?""Chocolate digestive.""Okay," Tom said, and took the biscuit, and the negotiation was, apparently, complete.The decision to pause school came from Bella and I hadn't argued with it."One week," she'd said. "Until Lena's team has a clearer picture of the school surveillance. Then we reassess."What she'd built in that week — the reading schedule pinned to the kitchen whiteboard, the morning lessons at the dining table, the afternoon project th
Bella POVLena nodded. "She's on the watch list. But she has limited verified activity in the city this week, which doesn't rule her out — it just means if she's behind this she's using intermediaries."I looked at Caleb. "Or it isn't her."He met my eyes. "That's what I'm not sure about."After Lena left, we sat at the kitchen table with the quiet of the apartment around us — Tom's show still murmuring from the other room, the city going dark outside.I was turning the coffee mug in my hands, staring at nothing, when I felt Caleb move behind me. His lips pressed against the side of my neck before I could even react.“Caleb,” I said, but I didn’t pull away. “Now is not the time.”I felt him smile against my skin. “I know.”He didn’t stop. His mouth moved slowly up my neck, kissing and sucking. His hands slid under my shirt from behind. His palms felt warm on my stomach, then moved higher. He cupped my breasts through my bra and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples until they got hard an
Caleb POVThe press conference was Bella's idea. I'd argued for a controlled media statement — quiet, professional, no questions instead she had looked at me across the kitchen table with her coffee and said, Caleb, they already have photos of Tom at the window. They have months of speculation. A statement looks like damage control. A press conference looks like confidence. Then she'd gone back to her laptop and that had, apparently, been the end of the discussion.She wasn't wrong, she was rarely wrong about anything that involved other people watching.I stood beside her on the small raised platform in the Black Tower media room with Tom between us, his small hand locked around two of my fingers with the grip of a child who had recently decided that this was simply where his hand lived, and I watched Bella face a room full of cameras and reporters with a calm expression that I had come to understand meant she was completely in control and enjoying it slightly more than she would eve
Bella POV"Are you a real family now?"Tom's question hung in the air between us, and neither of us answered right away. Caleb's chin was still resting on my shoulder, his arms still loosely around me, both of us blinking at our son perched at the foot of the bed in his dinosaur pajamas with that gap-toothed grin climbing up his face."Yeah, buddy," Caleb said quietly. "I think we are."Tom's face split wide open and he launched himself up the bed with zero regard for anyone's ribs, landing squarely between us in a chaos of bony elbows and wriggling. "I knew it," he announced, beaming at the ceiling. "I told Aunty Maya you'd figure it out.""You told Maya?" I said."She said it would take forever. I said it wouldn't." He looked very pleased with himself. "I was right."Caleb made a sound against my hair that was almost certainly a laugh he was trying to smother, and I pressed my face into the pillow for a moment, not trusting my own expression.My son had been running a timeline on u
Bella POVI rolled my hips once, slow, grinding down until he was buried to the hilt. Then I started riding him—deliberate at first, then faster, harder. My hands braced on his chest, nails scoring faint red lines. Every downward stroke dragged a rough sound from his throat. His hips jerked up to meet me, fighting the restraint, chasing more.I leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest, lips at his ear. “You’re so loud,” I whispered, voice wrecked and teasing. “Tom’s only a few rooms down. You’re gonna wake him.”He laughed—short, breathless, almost a groan—then bit his lip hard, trying to muffle the next sound. His wrists strained against the tie; the headboard creaked.“Using my own words against me,” he managed, voice-rough. “Evil.”I smiled against his jaw, then sat up straight again and picked up the pace—riding him relentlessly, chasing that second edge that was already building fast. My thighs burned, my core ached, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. The sight of him like this—restr
Bella pov "Or," Maya said gently, "you could stop building walls and start building a real life. One where you're happy, not just successful. One where Tom has a mother who smiles instead of just survives."Her words hit harder than any of Caleb's apologies. Because she was right. I'd spent years
Bella pov The walk from the lounge to the stage felt like miles. I could hear the crowd murmuring as I approached, could feel hundreds of eyes tracking my movement. And somewhere in that sea of faces, Caleb was watching.I stepped onto the stage and walked to the podium, my heels clicking in the s
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 He didn't know years of searching for me, and he still didn't know whether I'd terminated the pregnancy like he'd demanded. Whether his child existed or not.Part of me wanted to tell him, wanted to see his face when he realized Tom was alive and perfect and everything he'd thrown away.







