All Chapters of Silent Secrets Burning Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lucas’s POVJoan’s presence in the house was far from a welcome one. She had refused to leave, and as much as I wanted her gone, I couldn’t bring myself to ask her to leave, especially for the sake of her son. Jason, my son, didn’t speak to her much. In fact, he was struggling just to talk to her at all. On more than one occasion, I had to force him to say “Hi” to her, but even then, it was like pulling teeth. He flat-out refused to let her prepare him for school, and I had no idea what to do.What bothered me more was how she’d come into my life, bringing nothing with her. She didn’t even try to contribute to the house. She stayed in the guest room, but even that felt like an invasion. Joan was a thorn in my side, always hovering around, wanting to be involved in everything. She begged that she only needed to stay for a week because she had nowhere else to go. I reluctantly allowed it because I didn’t want her to threaten to take Jason and leave. The thought of that happening—of losi

Bella's POV“I knew something was up the minute I heard you,” she said, her voice laced with suspicion. “You sounded like someone who’s hiding something. And your mood... it shifted so fast. I knew you were up to no good.”I shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of my neck. “Don’t be so dramatic, Jane. It was just lunch! Nothing more. So, get all those silly ideas out of your head.”She wasn’t buying it. Her eyes narrowed as she fixed her gaze on me, her piercing stare practically forcing the words from my mouth. She wasn’t going to let this go.“You better tell me everything,” she demanded. “Do not miss out on a single detail!”There was no getting away from this. At that moment, I almost wished she hadn’t caught me with Fernando. A small sigh escaped my lips as I sat down, trying to act casual, but Jane wasn’t letting up. She kept staring at me as if she were waiting for me to spill the whole truth right there and then.“There’s nothing going on between us,” I defended myself, try

Bella's POVI was deep in sleep, wrapped in the warmth of my blankets when a faint knock echoed through my dreams. At first, I brushed it off, thinking it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. But the knock came again—calm, steady, persistent—and this time, I had no choice but to acknowledge it. My voice was thick with sleep as I groggily called out, barely able to open my eyes."Yes? Who is it?""It's me, Mrs. Maddy," came the soft reply.I groaned, pulling the covers over my head, not quite ready to face the world. "Come back later, Mrs. Maddy. I’m so sleepy and tired."Her voice had an edge of worry as she spoke again. "It's Henry, he refuses to eat. He said he wants wraps for breakfast, but we've run out of tortilla wraps. I don’t know what to do, he won’t eat anything else, and his school bus will be here soon!"I could hear the anxiety in the nanny’s voice. Henry was often like this—some days he was a perfect angel when it came to meals, eating whatever was put in front

Bella’s POVI gripped the steering wheel tightly, my palms slick with sweat. The engine roared beneath me as I sped down the road, Jane sitting silently beside me. My heart was pounding in my chest, racing with the speedometer. I didn’t even glance at it to check my speed, but I knew I was driving much too fast. My mind was focused solely on getting to Henry.This wasn’t like any other phone call I had ever received from the school. They had only ever called when there was good news—like the time Henry had received an award for excellence. But this time, it was different. It was an urgent call. A distress call. And that alone sent a wave of panic crashing over me.I raced through the traffic lights without a second thought, knowing full well that a ticket would be waiting for me. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but getting to Henry. He needed me."Calm down, Bella! Don’t get us killed!" Jane’s voice broke through my chaotic thoughts. I took a deep breath and eased my foot off t

Bella’s POVI stood there, seething with anger. Mrs. Mattew was blocking my path, and I had had enough of her behavior. “This isn’t the school premises, Mrs. Mattew,” I said, my voice sharp. “If you don’t move out of my way, I’m going to make sure you understand how much I’ve had enough of your nonsense.”Her eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer, her tone laced with disdain. “Your son doesn’t deserve to be in the same school as the other children who have both parents raising them. Your son comes from a broken home, and children like him can influence the minds of well-raised kids. Maybe you should take your son somewhere else. He’s violent, and clearly, he’s learned it from you.”Her words stung, but I refused to let her get under my skin. The anger inside me was boiling, but I kept my calm. It was bad enough that Mrs. Mattew had shown up at the ice cream shop, of all places, just to confront me. Jane, who had been standing by my side, was ready to stand up to her, but I stopped her