로그인Bella’s POV I called Caleb after I called Clara. She had an emergency at work and left the children with Daniel. He answered, “Mum, I did not talk to her.” “I know.” “Daniel told us to get into the car.” “You did exactly the right thing.” “She knew my name.” My fingers tightened around the phone. “Did she touch you?” “No.” “Did she follow you?” “No.” “Did she photograph you?” “I think so.” I closed my eyes briefly and pressed my thumb against my temple. The thought of a stranger standing close enough to my son to know his name, close enough to lift a camera and make him part of a story he did not understand, made it difficult to keep my voice even. “Mum?” “I am here.” “Who is Alex Kings?” There was no careful answer left. Someone else had already opened the door I had spent years keeping closed, and now my children were standing on the other side of it without me. “I need to explain that to you properly.” “Is he the man from the picture?” “Yes
Alex’s POV Bella read the article twice without saying anything. I had learned enough about her over the past weeks to know that her quietest moments required the most caution. “Take it down,” I told Chloe. Bella looked up. “You cannot order a publication to remove an article.” “I can have legal send a notice.” “On what grounds?” “They photographed the children.” “The photograph appears to have been taken in a public place.” “They are minors.” “Which gives us arguments about privacy and publication, but screaming at the editor will accomplish nothing.” “I did not say I would scream.” “You have that look.” “What look?” “The one you used to have before you fired somebody.” “I rarely fired people.” “You once fired a driver because he called your car blue.” “It was graphite.” Chloe stared at us. Bella rubbed her forehead. “Why do I remember that?” “Because he called it blue three times.” Her mouth almost curved before she caught herself. Then
Bella’s POVHarris called back twenty minutes later.“I have already started checking,” he said. “There has been no public reporting connecting you to the children.”“School records?”“Protected.”“Property?”“Nothing obvious.”“Social media?”“You have been careful.”Careful was an understatement. I had spent years keeping my professional life separate from my children because I represented people whose disputes occasionally attracted reporters. Their names did not belong in newspapers because their mother happened to stand beside wealthy clients in court.“Could Ashford have hired someone?”“Easily.”“Find out.”“I will.”I ended the call as Chloe entered, carrying a packet of documents.“Evelyn’s lawyers filed something.”I took it.“What?”“A counterclaim and an application.”I read the first page, then the second.By the fourth, I understood exactly what Evelyn was doing.“She is alleging Alex concealed marital assets.”“Yes.”“She wants restrictions placed on his control of Kin
Bella’s POVBy seven that evening, Mr. Ashford had sent three messages.I answered none of them.The first asked for thirty minutes of my time. The second assured me that the conversation would be beneficial to everyone involved. The third arrived while Chloe and I were reviewing the documents from Alex’s father’s former solicitor.There are matters concerning your client that you do not understand. A private conversation would prevent unnecessary damage.Chloe read it over my shoulder. “He really likes the word private.”“So do people who do not want witnesses.”“Are you going?”I put my phone on the desk. “He can meet me with counsel present.”“He specifically asked for you alone.”“That sounds like his problem.”Chloe smiled. “I was hoping you would say that.”I called the number attached to the messages.Mr. Ashford answered on the second ring.“Ms. Hart.”“You wanted to speak with me.”“I did. Tonight.”“You can have thirty minutes tomorrow morning. Your solicitor will attend, an
*Alex’s POV*My father’s former solicitor looked down at the file he had pulled from the desk, running one finger along the edge as though buying himself time.“Mr. Ashford.”Bella’s posture changed by barely an inch, but I had known her long enough to notice when she became more alert.“Evelyn’s father?” she asked.“Yes.”I looked at the solicitor. “Why would my father refer to him as A.S.?”“He didn’t; Harding did.”Bella stepped closer to the desk. “Explain.”The solicitor opened the file and removed several printed pages.“These are copies of handwritten meeting notes from the Ashford negotiations. Your father dictated most of his private notes to me after meetings because he preferred keeping his own record of what had been discussed. Whenever Harding mentioned Mr. Ashford, he referred to him as ‘A.S.’ or sometimes simply ‘Ashford Senior.’”Chloe moved beside Bella. “May I?”The solicitor handed her the pages.Bella did not take her eyes off him.“Was Mr. Ashford directly involve
*Alex’s POV*My father’s former solicitor received us in his study at nine the next morning.Bella had insisted that Chloe come, and I had insisted that the solicitor be present once he learned that the meeting concerned the Ashford agreement. Nobody trusted anybody enough for family conversation anymore.He looked at the copy Bella placed before him."Where did you get this?""Harding's storage unit," she said.His face tightened. "Harding kept a storage unit?""Among other things. Did you witness my father signing this agreement?"He adjusted his glasses. "Yes."I had spent the drive rehearsing accusations. Bella had warned me that if I turned the interview into a fight, she would end it.I kept my hands on my knees. "Why did he sign it?" I asked.He looked at me. "Kings Group was overleveraged after the European expansion. The Ashfords offered capital on favourable terms.""In exchange for my marriage.""That was not how it was presented."Bella tapped the page. "Clause fourteen sp
*Bella’s POV* The nights stretched in a way that the days never did. Time loosened its grip, spilled out between the seconds, and suddenly there was too much of it—too much quiet, too much space for memory to settle in places I could not reach and push it out from. I sat curled into the corner
*Bella’s POV*When I got home later, Clara looked up from the couch, one leg tucked beneath her, a mug balanced loosely in her hand. The television played something low and forgettable, the kind of background noise that filled space without asking for attention.“How was your study session?”I slip
*Bella’s POV* The café smelled of cinnamon and old coffee beans, that kind of scent that wraps around me like a memory I didn’t know I missed. The hum of quiet conversations and the low strum of jazz floated through the air. It was warm inside, a mercy against the October chill. I sat by the wind
Bella’s POVThe city moved without me.I closed my textbook and let the sound wash over me, just for a second.“Bella,” Clara called from the kitchen, “they’re asleep. Finally. You want tea?”I blinked, my eyes dragging away from the same paragraph I had been staring at for the past half hour. The







