LOGINBella Seneca thought she meant something to the ruthless billionaire Lorenzo De Luca. Until the night he used her for pleasure, forced pills down her throat, and threw money at her like she was nothing Betrayed by the man she gave her virginity to, humiliated by her powerful father who tried to sell her off in a forced marriage for political gain, and abandoned by everyone she trusted, Bella ran with nothing but her broken heart and the two tiny heartbeats growing inside her. Three years later, she is no longer the naive girl who begged for love. She is the fierce queen of a thriving jewelry and fashion empire, raising her twins in secret while building a life they can be proud of. When Lorenzo finally discovers that the woman he discarded is now a force to be reckoned with and that he has two children he never knew existed, his cold world begins to crack. Haunted by regret and obsessed with what he lost, he wants her back. But Bella is done being anyone’s mistress or pawn With a new man by her side who sees her worth and a burning desire for revenge, Bella is determined to make the billionaire who rejected her twins pay for every tear, every humiliation, and every attempt to destroy her. He thought he could own her but she’ll show him what it means to be truly ruined.
View MoreBella had known since she was fourteen.Not in a way she could prove or put into a legal document. She just knew, the way children sometimes notice things their parents think they're hiding. Bella learned to read the silence in the house, to tell when her mother was simply tired and when she was being careful. She noticed the days when her mother moved differently, spoke less, or took a moment before laughing, as if she first had to make sure it was safe to relax.She told Carlos about it the next morning as they sat at the kitchen table, both of them with a cup of coffee in front of them. The archive box sat open on the floor beside Bella's chair."There was one winter when I was fifteen," she said. "She wore long sleeves almost every day for weeks. The house was warm, so I asked her about it once. She just told me she got cold easily."Bella looked down at the open archive box, but she wasn't really looking at the papers anymore. She was remembering."I didn't question her after tha
The meeting was held in a small private room at the back of a legal support center Priya often used when sources needed some privacy. The room was simple, with plain walls, a round table, and a jug of water in the middle. There were no cameras or recording devices. Priya had made it clear that nothing would be recorded unless Margaret agreed to it.Bella arrived first while carlos stayed outside in the car, close enough to step in if she needed him, but far enough to give her some privacy.She sat at the table, leaving the glass of water untouched and didn't check her phone either. She'd taken the box of her mother's files home the night before and stayed up until two in the morning going through them. Even after that, she'd barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mother's handwriting and that small star beside the name Margaret.Margaret Osei came in at 10:03 a.m. She was in her mid-fifties, average height, and had the kind of posture you got from years of working o
The café was quiet, with only four other customers and a worker behind the counter who seemed happy to keep to himself.Margaret chose a corner table with her back to the wall. It wasn't because she was nervous. After years of working as a nurse, she was simply used to knowing who was around her. She had brought the folder with her, but only the two most important notes from the records she'd kept herself.Priya Anand arrived four minutes later and sat down across from her. She didn't order anything. She placed a recorder on the table and turned her phone face-down, giving Margaret her full attention."Thank you for coming," Priya said."I almost didn't." Margaret opened her bag, put the folder on the table but kept her hand on it. "I need you to understand something before I say anything. I was not employed to observe. I was employed to care. What I noticed happened because I was paying attention to my patient, not because I was looking for something to report.""I understand." Priya
Bella found the box on the third shelf, hidden behind two years' worth of grant applications.It wasn't labeled very well. It was in her own handwriting from when she'd first set up the archive, with only her mother's initials and a year written on it. She'd moved everything from Helena's storage when the foundation started, and she hadn't opened most of the boxes since then.She put it on the floor and sat cross legged in front of it.Carlos leaned against the door frame. He'd stopped asking if she needed anything an hour ago, which was the right call. What she needed was to go through the box.The first thing she found was her mother's estate documents, including the money Alex hadn't been able to control. Her mother had kept some of her finances in a separate account that she'd never told anyone about. Bella only knew about it because Helena had told her two weeks after the funeral. They'd been standing in a parking lot because neither of them wanted to have that conversation insid
Valentina was already at the penthouse that same day when Lorenzo walked in, sitting at the kitchen island with her laptop open and a coffee going cold beside her. She looked up when he came in, her gaze steady and quietly observant.She watched him cross the room.“You’re quiet,” she said, glancin
Bella sat on the edge of her bed, her mind racing.She didn’t stay long enough to reflect. She pushed herself up almost immediately, pacing a few steps before stopping again. Her fingers drummed against her thigh, restless, as she tried to think of something, anything that could help her.She pulle
Bella remained in the study, still standing there long after the door had closed.She couldn’t believe what her father had just said. The words kept replaying in her mind. Her chest felt tight, like the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving something heavy and suffocating behind.Evelyn was
Bella stepped inside her father’s mansion after the long, quiet drive. The heavy door clicked shut behind her, the sound echoing through the grand foyer.The staff moved around her with exaggerated care, heads slightly lowered, footsteps softer than usual, eyes flicking away the moment they landed






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