Semua Bab The tangled web of love : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Episode 1 Bella’s POV The morning sunlight peeked through my curtains, forcing me awake. I groaned, turning to the other side, wishing I could sink back into my dreams where things made sense, where I wasn’t just existing. But reality had other plans. I stretched, yawning loudly as i listened to the muffled sounds coming from downstairs. Laughter. Excitement. Voices overlapping. I didn’t need to guess why the house had been like this . Ella’s wedding was in two days. Ella, my twin sister. The perfect daughter. The one everyone adored. I sighed, swinging my legs off the bed. It wasn’t jealousy, at least not anymore. I had long accepted my place in this family. I was the extra, the unwanted, the one people barely noticed until something went wrong. My stomach rumbled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since yesterday. I stepped out of my room and headed downstairs, hoping to grab something quick before anyone could notice me. As I reached the kitchen, I heard my mother’s excited voice

Episode 3 Scout's pov She woke up with a sharp inhale, her eyes snapped open, wild, and furious. I stood still, watching. She was different. Ella had been predictable, sweet, quiet, and easy to control. She was the kind of woman who obeyed without needing to be told twice, the kind who folded under pressure and never questioned her place. But Bella? Even now, trapped in a room with a man she didn’t know, she carried herself like she had nothing to lose. She sat up slowly, eyes scanning the room, taking in every detail like she was calculating an escape route. Then, just as deliberately, she turned her gaze to me. I leaned back, giving her a moment to adjust, a moment to realize where she was and what had happened. But she didn’t react the way most people would. No screaming, no crying, no pleading for an explanation. Just quiet, sharp awareness. Interesting, I thought. "Nice to meet you, little substitute," I said, letting amusement slip into my voice.I wanted to see her re

Episode 5 Scout's pov Bella was wasted. Not tipsy. Not just having a “good time.” She was gone. She twirled in the middle of the dance floor, arms flung wide, laughing like she had just been set free from a cage. Like this wasn’t her own wedding reception but some kind of cruel joke. The hem of her dress dragged, and when she tried to spin again, she almost fell flat on her face. I saw it before it happened, and before I even thought about it, I was moving. My hand caught her arm, steadying her just before she hit the floor. She looked up, eyes glassy but still burning. Still defiant. “You’re making a scene,” I muttered, keeping my grip firm but not tight. Her lips curled, smudged lipstick making her look a little wild. “Am I?” she slurred. “I’m just celebrating my freedom.” She flung her arms out again, nearly knocking over a waiter carrying champagne. He dodged, barely. A few people nearby whispered behind their glasses. I clenched my jaw. “You’re drunk

Episode 7 Bella's pov Pain, That was the first thing I felt and a dull, relentless pounding behind my eyes, as if my skull was too tight around my brain. My limbs were heavy, pinned down by something warm and solid. I tried getting out of bed, but I couldn’t. Then, I realized. A heavy arm was draped across my waist. Panic shot through me like lightning. My eyes snapped open at once. The room was unfamiliar, grand in a way that reeked of wealth. High ceilings, a chandelier casting soft, golden light. The sheets beneath me were impossibly smooth and luxurious. Everything screamed wealth. And then I saw him. Scout, he was laying beside me. His dark hair was tousled against the white pillow, his face at ease in a way I had never seen before. Peaceful. Almost human. But I knew better. There was nothing soft about Scout Cromwell. A strangled gasp escaped my throat as flashes of last night came rushing in,disjointed, mess, wine, dancing. My pulse racing with anger. My breath

Episode 9Bella's povI dragged myself through the front door, my body aching from the long day at the job hurting and shaking hands that barely met mine halfway. The exhaustion settled deep in my bones, but it wasn’t just physical,it was the weight of everything, of feeling stuck, of knowing I had to keep pushing because stopping meant suffocating.My heels clicked against the cold marble floor as I kicked them off, sighing in relief. The house was quiet, but I knew better than to let that lure me into a false sense of peace. Scout had his ways of making his presence known, even in silence.My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since morning. I made my way to the kitchen, tying my hair up in a loose bun. Cooking was one of the few things I still had control over, something that gave me a momentary escape from the chaos of my life. i grabbed a pot, filled it with water, and set it on the gas to boil. I decided to make pasta. Simple, easy, and filling. I rummaged throu