Semua Bab Black Card: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Months had passed since Belle shamelessly developed the habit of sneaking into Ethan's office during her lunch breaks. The routine only began to lessen after she entered her fourth month of pregnancy. Her overwhelming craving for her husband had become something Ethan secretly enjoyed just as much. Without fail, he would clear his two-hour lunch break whenever Belle visited, happily setting aside meetings and business matters just to spend time with her. The elegant CEO's office had silently witnessed countless moments shared between them. Moments filled with magic, and the kind of love that made the rest of the world disappear whenever they were together. Pete was the only one who truly knew what happened behind the closed doors during Ethan's sacred two-hour break. However, Belle's constant appearances had slowly begun raising suspicions among Ethan's secretaries. Especially Mitch. After all, it was difficult not to notice the way Belle entered the office with flushed cheeks

Ethan brought Belle home along with her doctor and Miss Mel, who had been assigned the special role of Belle's personal nurse. After what had happened, Ethan was unwilling to take any chances. He trusted very few people when it came to his wife, and only those he trusted completely would be allowed near her. Although Belle repeatedly insisted on visiting Shine, her doctor firmly refused and ordered strict bed rest. Her blood pressure was significantly higher than normal, something that deeply concerned both the doctor and Ethan. Ethan assured her that they would visit Shine together as soon as her doctor gave permission. For the sake of their baby's safety, Belle reluctantly agreed. The thought of the fragile life growing inside her helped calm her restless heart. She might have believed that she was fine after the incident, but her body was telling a different story. Her doctor recognized the signs all too well, and Belle knew she had no choice but to trust her judgment and follo

The doorbell rang. The person sprawled face-down on the worn couch heard it faintly through the haze clouding her mind. She was far too drunk and hungover to answer it. The persistent ringing only made the pounding in her head worse. A groan escaped her dry, cracked throat. "Fuck off..." Her hoarse voice barely disturbed the silence hanging over the shabby apartment. Eventually, the ringing stopped. She sighed in relief and tried to sink back into sleep, but it had already abandoned her. The interruption had dragged her halfway into consciousness, leaving her trapped in a miserable state between sleeping and waking. "Argh... which idiot disturbed my sleep?" she grumbled. The old couch creaked as she struggled to stand. A moment later, a loud thud echoed through the room. Instead of rising, she had crashed face-first onto the floor. "Fuck!" Her tangled nightdress, stained and unchanged for days, had wrapped around her legs and sent her tumbling. Another groan escaped her as s

"Today, we lost a brilliant surgeon and one of the pillars of the surgical community in both the city and the country. Dr. Holly, former President of the Surgery Society and Head of the Surgery Department at EDV Medical Center, was found dead in her apartment earlier this morning." The news anchor spoke with a solemn expression as a photograph of Dr. Holly appeared on the screen. "According to the initial report, investigators estimate that Dr. Holly had been deceased for nearly fifteen hours before she was discovered. Authorities have found no signs of foul play, as there were no indications of forced entry or suspicious activity inside her meticulously maintained apartment. At present, investigators believe her death may have been the result of a tragic accident." The report shifted to footage of the apartment building while the anchor continued. "Dr. Holly was found lying on the bathroom floor, wearing only a bathrobe. Investigators suspect that she slipped on the wet tiles afte

Belle stepped inside the boutique and leisurely browsed through the displays. The attendants followed at a respectful distance, remaining attentive to her questions while helping her choose sizes, styles, and colors. After nearly an hour of shopping, Belle had selected several sets of clothing and footwear in various designs and shades, some for women and some for men. Satisfied with her purchases, she headed to the cashier's counter. Unlike the first time she had used it, Belle confidently handed over the black card that had been sitting in her wallet for months. "Madame Belle, your signature, please," the cashier said politely, handing her the electronic pad. Belle smiled and signed without hesitation. "Thank you, Madame. Here is your receipt and transaction slip. It was a pleasure seeing you again." "Thank you," Belle replied warmly. As soon as she accepted the shopping bags, they were immediately taken from her hands by Mac and the security personnel accompanying her. "Tha