Bella Dawson Now Novels & Stories

Everyone became quiet, curiously waiting to see how the Chandlers are going to explain this situation. "In a way, yes, we are gathered here because of the recent reports against Micah Chandler. But none of us are here to explain what happened with Micah or to support him. Because we sincerely doesn't know what exactly happened to Micah. After the scandal with Micah, we have been in talks with Miss Bella Adams, the younger jewelry sensation of the recent times. Her jewelry designs are making waves all over the country. That is a fact which I am sure many jewelry enthusiasts would have noticed. Just yesterday we finalized our cooperation with Miss Adams, and we decided to elect her as our new

Ava muttered, sliding down into one of the couches. "Okay, I get that, but you almost had me worried earlier; I already assumed the worst by your reaction," Bella stated as she sat beside her. "Sorry," Ava replied, her lips curling up in a smile as she closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "No problem, you are the hottest news in town right now," Bella said, bringing out her phone. "I have a live chat to prepare for." Ava muttered. "Really, do you need me to go with you?" Bella asked in excitement.

“But don’t panic. He’s still the same annoying Dave. As for me… I was an omega he saved. I owe him everything. Then I met Ben. One day, I’ll tell you the whole story. Just not today.” Bella nodded, her heart fluttering uncomfortably. She didn’t want to think about royalty or thrones or ancient duties. She wanted peace. Simplicity. Sandra handed her a towel and a soft cream top that looked like it had never been worn. “Good thing we’re about the same size,” she said. Bella tried it on, surprised to find it fit perfectly. “Thank you. I couldn’t bear going home in Dave’s shirt.” Sandra waved her off. “Don’t worry about returning it.”

Bella's POV I woke up early the next morning to get ready for the groundbreaking ceremony. I slid into a silk white dress, the one I had picked out just for this special day. The dress was a work of art - classy but powerful, meant to showcase my body while radiating strength and elegance. Its delicate embroidery glimmered softly in the light of dawn, and the flowing material swept smoothly to the ground. This was not just a dress; this was my statement to the world. I knew the event would be filled with media and guests of influence, and I had to make an impact, to prove to everyone that I had come back greater than ever - even following the scandal of my son's real identity. None of it mat

Bella appeared on screen. She looked different. The plastic surgery had changed her face completely. But her voice was the same. "Hello, Maya," Bella said. "I assume you found my file. I assume you know who I am." The video continued. "Damson and I were partners," Bella said. "He wanted revenge on you. I wanted power. Together we were going to change the world." She smiled. "But Damson was weak," Bella continued. "He was sentimental. He cared about his son. He cared about his mother. These things made him weak. And weakness destroyed him."

He looked like power in motion on his perfectly tailored midnight suit, gold watch catching the light, that effortless smile that made people lean in without even realizing it. Beside him was that strikingly beautiful lady, Bella. “Bryan,” he greeted warmly, shaking my hand with that easy confidence of his. “I want you to meet someone. This is Bella Calamida, CEO of Big Bella. Her fashion line is about to take the West Coast by storm.” She extended her hand, and for a moment, the noise of the gala seemed to fade. Her grip was firm, her nails a perfect shade of crimson, her perfume a mix of vanilla and danger.

“Right.” Evelyn Bannon approached then — Robert’s wife, elegant and watchful, her every move calculated to disarm. “Bella,” she greeted warmly, taking her hand. “You look stunning tonight. We’ve heard so much about your work with the foundation’s media campaign. You’re redefining the way people see influence.” “Redefining,” Bella said politely, her smile tight. “That’s one way to put it.” Evelyn’s eyes flicked between her and Jason. “And Lila,” she continued. “She’s such a light. Ethan can’t stop talking about her.”

I wore lace again, but this time, everything was better. Cole stood at the altar, looking taller than I remembered. His eyes were locked on mine. When I walked toward him, every memory of who I was before faded away. I wasn't the Bella who had married Eric Damon. I wasn't the barren wife, the humiliated bride, or the broken woman. I was Bella Hayes, the CEO and founder of Belle's Beauty, and the soon-to-be Bella Warren. Cole and I spoke our vows with conviction. And then the priest's voice broke through. As he made the final statement.

“There’s been a development.” That alone was enough to draw everyone’s attention. “What is it?” Oslo asked calmly, though his shoulders straightened. The assistant hesitated for half a second, then continued. “Bella Reynolds surrendered herself at the state correctional facility this morning. It’s all over the news.” Silence dropped into the room. Julia’s fingers tightened around her mug. “What?” William said first, leaning forward. “She turned herself in?” “That doesn’t make sense,” Sheldon added immediately. “She just escaped. Barely a week ago.”

I walked up to Dawson’s table with full confidence. There was no way I was going to let him see how nervous I was. “Hi, I’m Bella. I’m sorry I ran out of here the other day. I just didn’t expect to meet you and it took me off guard.” I held out my hand for him to shake. Dawson nodded and politely shook my hand as he smiled at me. “I didn’t expect to meet you either, but I’m happy I did.”