บททั้งหมดของ DESIRED BY MY LYCAN EX AND THE BETA: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Bella's pov Morning came too quickly, sunlight spilling into the room like a secret being uncovered. I woke to find Daniel already out of bed, his side empty, the sheets cool. But this time, instead of disappearing into his day without a word, I found him standing by the balcony doors, staring out at the skyline, a glass of water untouched in his hand.There was something about the way he stood—rigid, shoulders heavy—that told me the man outside these walls wasn’t just the polished businessman the world revered. He was something more, something darker.“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked softly, pulling the sheets around me as I sat up.He turned, eyes shadowed, and shook his head. “Sleep feels like a luxury lately.”The weight in his tone pressed against me, but I refused to let the silence swallow us like it always did. Not this time.“Daniel,” I whispered, “I need you to tell me what you’ve been keeping from me. I know there are things you don’t say—things you think are protecting me—but al

Bella's pov The intruders were gone by morning, their unconscious bodies dragged away by Daniel’s men like broken chess pieces swept from the board. But the image of that night—the shattering glass, the man’s grip bruising my wrist, Daniel’s raw fury—played again and again in my head.For the first time since I’d met Daniel, I wasn’t just afraid of Elena. I was afraid of myself. Afraid of how small I felt in the middle of this storm, like a fragile ornament balanced on the edge of a shelf.When the house quieted, I slipped away into the garden, needing air. The dawn light painted the overgrown flowers in shades of gold and pink, but I barely saw them. My hand touched my wrist where the intruder had grabbed me. The bruise was already blooming purple.I wasn’t helpless. I didn’t want to be.But last night proved otherwise.---“Bella.”I turned. Daniel stood at the edge of the garden path, his black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his expression tight but softened at the edges when his

Bella's pov I used to think the silence of night was peaceful. The way the world hushed, the way the stars seemed to watch over us, had always been a comfort to me. But tonight, silence felt different. It wasn’t calm; it was loaded—like the quiet before a storm, heavy with truths threatening to spill out.Daniel’s words from earlier still echoed in my head. “There are things about me you don’t know, Bella. Things I should have told you sooner.”At first, I thought he was exaggerating. Everyone has secrets, right? But the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes—usually so steady—had flickered with unease, told me this was no ordinary confession waiting to be spoken.And now, here I was, pacing my bedroom floor like a restless cat, replaying everything.My heart hammered against my ribs as if it was demanding an answer before my mind could even form a question. What was he hiding from me?I sat on the edge of my bed and buried my face in my hands. Why does love always have to be so com

Bella's pov There’s a certain kind of silence that feels louder than any scream. That was the silence between Daniel and me after I confronted him. He stood there, pale and unflinching, while my heart shattered piece by piece.“Say something,” I whispered. My voice was brittle, stretched thin with exhaustion. “Please, Daniel. Tell me Christine’s lying. Tell me she’s trying to tear us apart.”But he didn’t. He just closed his eyes, as if the truth itself was a storm battering him from the inside.I didn’t wait for him to speak. I couldn’t. My chest felt too tight, and if I stood there any longer, I knew I would suffocate. So, I did the only thing I could. I turned and walked away.---I didn’t go far. Just to the guest room down the hall. A childish move, maybe, but I needed distance—space to think.Lying awake in that unfamiliar bed, I replayed Christine’s words: Ask him whose blood paid for it.Was it true? Had everything Daniel built—the empire, the wealth, the security he wrapped

Bella’s POVThe door clicked shut behind Adrian, leaving the room unnervingly still. My heart thudded heavily in my chest, each beat echoing the fear and uncertainty that clung to me like a second skin.He’d said he would come back. He’d said always.But the way his jaw had clenched, the steel in his voice, told me there was no guarantee.I sank onto the edge of the bed, my hands trembling against the cool sheets. I hated this feeling—this helplessness. Sitting here while he walked into danger wasn’t in my nature. And yet, I didn’t even know what kind of danger he was facing, or from whom.My mind spun with unanswered questions. Who were his enemies? What did they want from him? And why did I feel like I was just scratching the surface of a truth far darker than I could imagine?A knock at the door jolted me out of my thoughts.“Bella?” A familiar voice called softly. It was Marianne, one of the house staff who had been assigned to help me since the marriage. She always carried hersel