Todos los capítulos de The Love I Couldn't See: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Bella's pov I opened my eyes. Not because I slept—God, I didn’t sleep. My body feels like a stone. And my mind, a storm. It's all still here. What happened yesterday. The memories I'll never be able to forget. Tattooed in my brain. The slip. The fall. His arms. His heat. I can still feel it—like it’s burned into me. The warmth of his body pressed against my skin. The brush of his fingers on my cheeks. The way his eyes traveled every corner of my frame, like I was something he had never seen before… Wait. What the hell?! NO. “No, no, no.” I shot up and grabbed the pillow, pressing it to my face like that would smother the memory. “Stupid. Stupid,” I hissed under my breath. What about his words? I can't forget that. His voice. That accusing tone. “Why are you flirting with my brother?” Is that really it—what you get for being decent? Normal? Can’t I wear dresses now? What does he mean by flirting with his brother? Are you kidding me? Is that what he saw? A simple conversation,

Bella's pov Edward slowly loosened his grip on my hand. His eyes lingered on me for a moment before he asked, “Who is Ed for you?” I blinked, caught off guard. What does he mean? “Oh, Ed is my…” “Sir Wilson,” a security guard interrupted, “a man named Ed is here.” My breath caught in my throat. My chest bloomed with warmth and colors I thought I’d lost in the two days I’d spent in this place. “Oh my God. Let him in, please!” I didn’t wait for a reply. I ran out, excited like a little girl on her first date. Two minutes and twenty-four seconds was the time I counted until I saw his car roll in. There he was. Handsome in his black suit. His caramel eyes shining in the sunlight. His smile just as I remember. “Ed!” I ran to him the moment he stepped out, throwing my arms around him in the tightest hug I could manage. “Wow, Ella.” He laughed, his voice like home. “Are you trying to suffocate me? I thought you loved me.” “Don't… don't ruin the moment.” I held him tighter. He hugg

Bella's pov “Everything is set. Camilla, fix her make up. I want her perfect. You hear me. Perfeita.” My stylist shouted for everyone to hear. I had to be perfect—after all, it was my wedding day. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Beautiful in a unique dress. Pure white. No sparkles. No lace. Clean, simple, perfect. The only thing that was supposed to shine was… me. The one meant to give meaning to the dress. To implement everything. To make it work. Make it perfect. The door opened and my brother walked in. He couldn't contain the gasp at the moment his caramel eyes met me. “Sis. I better hide you somewhere before you steal everyone's breath.” A wide smile tugged at my lips after hearing his words full of love. That smile you don't plan. Just happens when you see someone who loves you. He is everything I have. No mum. No dad. We had lost them a few years ago, but the sweet memories we shared together never left me. The cooking lessons. The football games. Family nights

Edward's pov Tears began to fall from my eyes as I remembered everything Christiane had done to me. Her promises. Her lies. It had been so obvious, but I insisted on ignoring the truth. Her love was never real. I was nothing but a pawn in her game. Me. Sarah. My family. How was I supposed to trust after that? Why would I let myself care, only to feel the same pain? Bella's hand reached up to my face, gently wiping the tears that wouldn't stop coming. It had been so long since the last time I cried. Since the last time I allowed myself to show weakness. I caught her hand and turned away. “I'm sorry. I was not supposed to…” “It's okay,” her voice came soft. “it's okay to cry sometimes. Look at me. I do it all the time.” She let out a small laugh. “Crying doesn't mean you are weak. It means you are strong enough to admit that it hurts.” I looked at her. Tears were falling from her eyes too. She is too much for the world I live in. Too kind—especially after what I'd done to her. I

Unknown's pov “Talk, Cleo.” I snapped, glaring at that useless maid. It has been almost a week and she still hasn't provided a well detailed report of what's going on in that mansion. “Edward keeps working everyday, all day to recover from…” she lowered her gaze. “The incident five years ago.” I took a slow step towards her. The sharp click of my heels echoed through the room, each tap louder than the last. Her body trembled under my gaze. I know perfectly what that look is. That could only mean one thing—fear. “You are hiding things from me.” I stopped just inches from her. “What else, Cleo? You gotta have more than that.” She dug deep into her thoughts, a big frown appearing on her face. “There is a girl… Bella.” The name came out of her mouth like venom. “She is always doing too much, doing chores that are not meant to her… cooks every day. Everyone likes her. She is… dangerous. We have to get rid of her.” A slow, wished smile crept through my lips. “Oh, really? And why is t