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The Fall
Bella's POV
“Isabella… we need to talk this minute,” Damian’s voice came off sounding so strange, more like he was hesitant, almost foreign from what I know it to be. But little did I know that I'm yet to discover more foreign side of that his voice.
I froze in the foyer of our penthouse, the scent I was receiving was very strange, very expensive kind of cologne. It was supposed to be comforting, but for no reason, I felt it suffocating, "Talk?" I asked, slowly drawing the word, as my instincts screamed danger by the corner. Something was definitely wrong. "Does this has anything to do with my father's funeral?"
Damian hesitated before answering. He rubbed the back of his neck, and I could tell he was very nervous from the way he was acting. It wasn't the man I know, the one I fell in love with. He was acting strange, completely avoiding my gaze like I was a plague. "It's totally...complicated," he finally said, moving closer to me.
I narrowed my eyes as I tried to understand him. “Complicated, how? Damian, everything is supposed to be simple since we love each other. You… you swore never to keep secrets from each other.”
He flinched, and I knew whatever it was must be very serious to keep him this nervous. It was a warning to brace up for whatever that was coming. Why does he have this guilty look on his face? Like he just betrayed me or did something I wouldn't be proud of him?"
Before I could consider taking another step, I heard Selene’s laughter all over the hallway. I didn't know what I felt the moment I heard her voice.
“What exactly are you doing...” I began, but was unable to finish what I have in my mind, as Damian cut me off.
“She’s already leaving,” Selene said sweetly like the sweet sister she has always claimed to be from the doorway, like one who had come only to greet an old friend. "I mean, the old haggard wife is leaving. Isn't it so Damian?"
I didn't know when my knees became very weak. "Selene..., what the hell are you talking about?"
Damian opened his mouth, but closed it the same way he opened without saying anything. That's when my eyes darted towards the bedroom, and behold...
They have been there. My half-sister, and my husband had been intimate not long ago in our bedroom, and tried to cover it up with the heavy cologne so that I wouldn't know, though they later told me everything themselves shamelessly.
I gasped at the sight before me, as I clutched my chest with my hands. “No… no… this isn’t real. This can't be happening to me." I whispered to myself, trying to convince myself that I was probably hallucinating.
Selene stepped forward, taking the moment to show off her cruel side as she had always wanted. "Oh darling Bella. You are always very dramatic in everything. I guess you're not that familiar with the word betrayal, and this moment is just unexpected to you."
Damian looked away, clearly ashamed, but didn't say anything to stop her. “Isabella… I can explain if you give me...”
“Explain what exactly?” I laughed bitterly, and to my shock, the voice was nothing like mine. "To explain how you ruined me? How you promised me forever, to protect me, but here you are..." My voice broke and I was unable to complete my sentence. "You chose her over me, over what we shared."
Selene let out a poisonous laugh, like she had finally won after all these years to trying to pull me down. " He didn't choose me darling contrary to your thoughts. You simply completed each other. And ever since I know you, you've always been the weak one, very naive and useless. That's why Mama love me. I have the spotlight wrapped around my fingers."
Damian’s eyes met mine in a brief moment. “Bella… I...”
“You what?” I snapped, not letting him make a complete sentence. “You signed the divorce papers too?”
His silence was the answer I needed.
"I trusted you with my all." I whispered amidst tears. "I loved everything about you."
Selene’s smirk widened in victory. “And right now, it time to let the world know the fool you have been. It's already everywhere, all over the internet. The Billionaire's Discarded Wife. Do this make you to feel more small, Bella?"
I swallowed hard, doing my best not to cry before her again. I have cried enough because of her, starting from when we were kids. “You… you think all of these makes you any powerful?” I spat, my rage boiling up. “This… betrayal… from the both of you, this humiliation… it will definitely come back to you in the cruelest way you never imagined.”
Selene dramatically shook her head, feigning innocence. “Oh, Bella, don’t try to make this about me right now. You have no idea about anything that has to do with power. You lost your chance of ever rising to power the very second you were careless to believe Damian ever loved you pass your naivety.”
I turned to face Damian this time. “And you,” I said, as I could barely contain my anger. “what exactly were you thinking while coming up with this betrayal? Did any of the moment we had together ever matter to you? Did my life, my trust, my love to you ever mean anything at all?”
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Hours later, when the both of them had left like two teenagers in love, I sat all alone in the apartment, as I was already tired of crying of spilled milk. I still can't believe that I would be experiencing such in my life, with the way Damian promised me forever, to protect me, even to worship the ground that I walk on.
But here I am, all alone, betrayed and humiliated, and broken beyond repairs.
Damian actually turned his back on me? It still struck me that he could such a thing to me as I watched the news flying all over the internet in just few hours. I know that was definitely the hand work of Selene. She wasn't going to take the win silently, but would want the world to share in her victory.
But I was done crying.
No for anyone anymore.
Not for Damian that don't value me, not for my half-sister, Selene.
I would become who they never expected me to be. I would come back stronger than they would ever imagine. Ruthless. Unstoppable, and they would pay dearly.
Across the TableBella's POVVictor Kane looked different without an audience. I had always seen him in rooms where he was performing. The gala, the investor lunch, the private restaurant where he had offered me an alliance and I had smiled and taken notes while he believed he was winning. In every one of those settings he had moved with the particular ease of a man who had spent decades being the most powerful person present.He did not look like that this morning. He sat across my conference table at 8:00 a.m. with Carter beside him and Damian two chairs to my left and Elena at my right hand. He was still dressed impeccably, still carrying himself with the posture of a man who had never learned how to shrink. But his eyes were different. There was something in them that I had not seen there before."He was afraid, very good." I said quietly to myself. Fear was information, and a man who was afraid would tell me things a comfortable man never would."You have twenty minutes," I said.
The Devil CallsDamian's POVElena's message came through at 2:17 in the morning.I read it twice, it was a planted paralegal inside Patricia's office. Daniel crews, 26 years. On Margaret's payroll for four months before we even started building the case. She had anticipated us so completely that she had placed someone inside our legal team before we had decided to engage one. The patience of the woman was the most frightening thing about her.I called Carter immediately. He confirmed everything Elena had found and added more. Daniel crews had been careful but not careful enough. The phone records were clean and the payment trail was traceable all the way back to Margaret's offshore structure. We had everything needed to go to Patricia in the morning with the full picture."Don't tell Patricia tonight," I said. "We do this in person. First thing. I want to see her face when she hears it and I want to be watching her reaction before I decide what to say next.""Understood," Carter said
Money TalksElena's POVI have always believed that if you follow the money far enough and carefully enough, it will eventually tell you everything you need to know about a person.Margaret Adeniran was no exception.I started the financial trace the moment I left Patricia's office. Carter had his team working the Cole Enterprises side and I had mine pulling everything connected to the Adeniran estate accounts. Neither of us was sleeping tonight. Patricia had said twelve hours and we all understood that was generous.By midnight I had the first thread. Three Adeniran estate accounts had registered outgoing transfers in the last 72 hours. Not large amounts individually and small enough to fall below automatic flagging thresholds. But when you mapped the pattern and added them together, the total was significant. And every single transfer had landed in the same offshore holding structure we had already connected to Margaret through the earlier shell company records.I sat back and looke
The SigningDamian's POVShe was already at Patricia's office when I arrived and somehow that still surprised me.I don't know why it should have. Bella had never been late to anything that mattered in all the years I had known her. She treated punctuality as a form of respect and she gave it consistently to anything she considered worth her time. She was sitting at Patricia's conference table with the physical copy of the amended will in front of her and her hands folded calmly on the surface.But something about her was different this morning. I could not have explained it to anyone who didn't know her the way I knew her. Her posture was the same. Her suit was immaculate, deep charcoal, the kind she wore when she intended to be taken seriously. But underneath all of that was something I hadn't seen before. She was quiet, not the controlled quietness she used as a weapon. Something lighter. Like a woman who had set something very heavy down and was only now feeling the difference.Wh
His VoiceBella's POVI barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes I saw Margaret on my sofa. Pearl earrings and a warm smile. Both hands wrapped around mine like she was the most devoted woman in the world. I kept hearing her voice warning me about Victor, planting seeds of doubt about Elena, performing concern so well that if I hadn't known the truth, I would have believed every single word she said.That was the most frightening thing about her. Not the money she had been moving. Not the schemes but It was the performance. The way she could look you in the eye and fill you with warmth while quietly taking everything from you.I was dressed by 5:30 and in the car by 6.Elena was already standing at the bottom of the steps when my car arrived at the West Village brownstone. She handed me a coffee without saying a word. We stood together in the cold for a moment before going in. I had always loved that about her. She understood when silence was the right offering.Arthur Pem
What the Dead Leave BehindElena's POVThere are moments when you realize you have been carrying something for far too long.I had been carrying mine for three years.His name was Arthur Pemberton. Seventy-one years old, almost retired, and the private legal representative of Franklin Adeniranfor nearly two decades. He lived in a brownstone in the West Village that smelled of old paper and lemon polish. He had agreed to see me only because I had used a specific phrase in my message to him. A phrase I had found tucked in the back of a journal Franklin had sent Bella the Christmas before he died. Three words in his handwriting, folded into the back cover like a whisper left for the right moment.The January clause.Bella had never opened that journal fully. It had sat on her shelf in London for two years, too painful to read completely. When I went looking through her things after everything with Damian and the suppressed will, I found the note. Three words, and beneath them, an address







