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Chapter 3

Penulis: Gemma
Two days before my birthday, I was leaving the old warehouse where I’d stored all my research equipment when gunshots rang out.

A bullet grazed my right arm.

I fell to the concrete floor, white-hot pain exploding through my body.

I looked up and saw three masked men running towards the getaway car.

They weren’t here to kill me. They were here to send a message.

I pulled out my phone with my left hand and called Vincent.

“Vincent,” I said, my voice shaking from the fear. “I was shot. At the warehouse on 5th Street.”

The line went dead for a full second. Then I heard him roar so loud the phone crackled.

“STAY RIGHT THERE! DON’T MOVE! I’M COMING! IF ANYONE TOUCHES YOU AGAIN I WILL KILL THEIR ENTIRE FAMILY!”

He was there in ten minutes. I’d never seen him drive that fast in my life.

He jumped out of the car, his gun drawn, scanning the area for threats.

When he saw me lying on the ground, his face turned deathly white.

“Bella,” he whispered, dropping to his knees next to me.

He threw his gun aside and pressed his jacket against the wound, his hands shaking so bad he could barely hold it.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I should have been with you. I should have sent more bodyguards. This is all my fault.”

He picked me up in his arms like I was a child and carried me to the car, barking orders into his earpiece so fast I could barely understand him.

“Find those three men. Bring them to me alive. I want to deal with them personally. And call the hospital—tell Dr. Marino to be ready NOW!”

The ride to the hospital was a blur.

Vincent held me the entire time, his chest pressed against my back, whispering over and over again in my ear that everything would be okay, that he wouldn’t let anything happen to me, that he loved me more than anything in the world.

Dr. Marino examined my arm.

"It was just a superficial graze," he said, wiping his hands. “No nerve damage. She’ll be good as new in a few days.”

Vincent let out a breath he’d been holding so long I thought he might pass out. He sat down on the edge of my bed and took my hand, squeezing it so tight his knuckles turned white.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” he said, his voice raw with emotion.

“I swear to God, Bella. I will kill anyone who even looks at you wrong. Those men who did this—they will beg for death before I’m done with them.”

I saw raw, unadulterated terror in his eyes.

Just then, his phone rang.

He looked at the caller ID and frowned. He answered it. “What is it, Lilian?”

I heard her screaming through the phone, high and panicked.

“Vincent! Where are you?! I heard Isabella was attacked. Do you think... do you think they'll come after me next? What am I supposed to do if they come for me, Vincent? Please, you have to come back.”

Vincent’s face turned pale. He stood up so fast the chair scraped loudly against the floor. He looked at me, and his eyes were filled with panic and guilt and agony.

“Bella, I have to go,” he said. “They attacked you. They’ll definitely go after her next. She’s alone. She doesn’t know how to defend herself.”

I stared at him. “I was alone too, Vincent.”

His jaw tightened.

“I know. And I’m so sorry. But you’re strong, Bella. You can take care of yourself. You have ten guards outside this door. Lilian has no one. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I promise.”

He leaned down and kissed me hard on the forehead. “I love you, Bella. More than anything.”

Then he ran out of the room.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling. The pain in my arm was nothing compared to the hollow ache in my chest.

He loved me.

But he loved his guilt more.

I pulled out my phone and texted my asset manager.

“Speed up selling my assets. I want to leave as soon as possible.”
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