The cameras were already flashing before I even reached the podium. The press room was packed wall to wall, journalists standing shoulder to shoulder, microphones lined up in a tangled mess at the front. The sound of murmurs and camera shutters filled the air.Leo stood just behind me, his hand resting firmly on my back as I adjusted the microphone. My pulse was fast, but my voice needed to be steady. This was my moment to stop hiding.“Good afternoon,” I began, letting the noise in the room settle. “My name is Bella… and I am the rightful heir to the Le Deon legacy.”Gasps rippled through the room. Heads turned, journalists leaned forward, pens scratching over notepads. I kept my eyes forward.“For years, my identity has been buried under lies, manipulation, and deliberate cover-ups. I have remained silent—not because I didn’t know the truth—but because timing mattered. Today, that silence ends.”I could see Carla from the corner of my eye, sitting stiff in the front row of the reser
I was standing in the kitchen when my phone buzzed. I barely glanced at it, expecting another irrelevant update from the news, but my eyes caught the name at the top of the screen: Dennis. I answered fast.“Talk to me.”His voice came in low, cautious. “We traced a flagged withdrawal, Bella. One of the fake accounts Julie used to route Terrence’s hush payments was accessed this morning. Border town. She’s moving.”I gripped the countertop. “Where?”“A small town near the coast. She’s heading south. Possibly trying to cross by sea this time. I sent you the coordinates.”I opened the text he forwarded. A surveillance shot was attached. Blurry but clear enough to recognize Julie’s frame, head low, scarf pulled tight, glasses too big for her face. She looked like a ghost.“She’s with someone,” I said.Dennis sighed. “We confirmed it. It’s Terrence. He’s been helping her from the inside. That’s how she knew when to run.”I stared down at the image for a long second. My hands were starting
Isaac’s hands slid up Isabel’s sides, fingers curling into the silk at her waist as his mouth moved desperately against hers. His hips pressed forward, body trembling with need. She tugged at the waistband of his pants, trying to pull him even closer, but his body went rigid. He pulled back suddenly, eyes wide, breath ragged.She blinked at him, confusion swirling in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” she whispered, voice cracking.He stepped back, running a hand through his hair. His eyes darted around the room before landing back on her. “My memory… it’s fuzzy. Everything feels wrong. The doctors said it was a miracle I can even walk after the accident, and I don’t remember… I don’t remember you.” His voice grew hoarse. “Vera told me you’re just a worker here. And this… this obsession you have with me… it doesn’t make sense.”Her chest caved inward. Her lips parted but no words came out.Isaac’s eyes hardened as he looked at her, his breath coming in shallow bursts. “The only thing I do rem
We didn’t talk much on the walk back. The night air had turned colder, and I could feel Leo’s arm tense every few minutes like he was still sorting through everything I’d said. I didn’t push. I was still trying to sort it out myself.The streets were quiet. Most of the shops were closed, and the glow from the streetlights cast long, stretched shadows across the sidewalk. Our footsteps echoed lightly between buildings. Leo walked a little closer to me than before, his arm brushing mine every few steps.When we reached the suite, he opened the door for me, then followed behind, locking it with a quiet click. I slipped off my shoes and hung up my jacket. He did the same.I turned to head toward the bathroom, but he stopped me gently with a hand on my wrist.“Hey,” he said softly.I looked up.He didn’t speak right away. Just stepped closer, brushing my hair back from my face with his fingers. His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, the silence between us felt fuller than any words coul
The voice hit me before the recognition did. Bella?? Is that you?? I turned toward it instinctively, my hand tightening around Leo’s. My eyes landed on the woman across the street. She was older, white hair cut into a neat bob, dressed in a long coat. Her face looked frozen—somewhere between disbelief and fear.At first, I wasn’t sure. I blinked. Tried to place her.Then something clicked. Something deep in my chest.I knew that face."Oh my god," I whispered."Who is that?" Leo asked, his voice low, cautious.Before I could answer, the woman turned. She bolted. Just took off down the sidewalk like she hadn’t spoken at all.Leo started to move after her, but I stopped him."No," I said, grabbing his arm. "Let her go.""What the hell was that? Who was she?"I stood there, staring at the empty stretch of sidewalk where she’d vanished."She’s the woman who took me in. Right after my parents died."He turned to me fully, eyes searching my face. "You never told me anyone took you in."I sh
Bella and I walked slowly, side by side, the quiet stretch of sidewalk lit by the soft orange of streetlamps. She kept one hand in her jacket pocket and the other loosely around my arm. I could feel her leaning into me just a little, not from weakness, just comfort. The kind that came from surviving something together.We turned a corner and passed a row of shops that were mostly closed. Their signs glowed faintly through the glass. A flower stall was still open, buckets of tulips and daffodils lined neatly along the curb. Bella paused in front of them."Smell that," she said, stepping closer. She leaned down slightly, bringing her nose to a bundle of white tulips. Her eyes closed for a second.I stood next to her, watching her face relax. "You want some?"She smiled and shook her head. "No. Just wanted to breathe something pretty."We kept walking. The night was quiet, just the distant hum of traffic and the occasional bark from a dog across the street. A block ahead, we passed a par