Novel & Cerita Bella Thorne Watch Me

“I never hired anyone to hurt you.” Cole retorted coldly, “The evidence is right in front of us. Your acting skills are impressive, but you won’t fool me again.” He turned to the guard. “Starve her for three days. Not a drop of water. Let her reflect.” I had pushed Cole out of the way of that car. I was the one thrown aside, the one who suffered broken bones and internal injuries, the one who lay unconscious for seven days. He proposed to me after I woke up. For eight years, he treated me with tenderness. He would panic if I so much as burned my hand.

She's on our side. Martha extended her hand for a handshake. “Martha O’Connor.” She introduced and then she handed the watch to Tia. Tia looked at it carefully. "How do I access the recording?" Todd explained. She pressed a few buttons. The watch made a small sound and Tia raised it to her ear for some time. "It's still there." Tia breathed. "All of it." She looked up at us. Her eyes were shining. "This is everything." She said. "This is proof. Of threats. Of everything.”

“Go for another round and leave me the hell alone.” “Let me guess you’re home alone on your bed, thinking about how you could be doing anything else but that?” “Goodnight, Aiden.” I retorted, then shut the screen off completely. “I did it. Now spill.” Bella demanded, swiping a note with the bad guy’s number on it. “You’ve watched the wedding planner series, right?” I pushed a Bentley towards the middle, so we could each grab it as needed. **** THURSDAY. DAY 02/60

He was stunned and froze while talking to one of the elders; he looked at me hungrily, and I could see Mona beside him trying to talk to him, but he wasn't listening. He looked murderous. Good. I walked past him and sat beside Beta Thorne and Lena. Thorne smirked when I sat. “You came dressed to kill.” “I came dressed to make sure they remember who the Luna is.” He chuckled low. “Trust me. No one’s forgetting.” Beta Thorne leaned in; his voice was barely above a whisper. "You look really good, Luna." I didn’t look. “Thanks, that’s the idea.” “Rael has barely blinked since you walked in. I thought his jaw was going to break from clenching.”

Anna’s POV The silence in the room was so thick you could choke on it. Brenna took another step toward my nightstand, her eyes locked on the gleaming silver metal. "Wait a minute," Brenna said, her voice dropping the cheery tone. She pointed a manicured finger. "That watch. That looks exactly like the Rolex I bought for Jeremy for our 100-days anniversary. Or am I mistaken?" My heart stopped beating. It literally stopped. "What?" I squeaked. I cleared my throat and tried again. "What watch?"

She screamed while running as fast as she could. I am sure it is clear. I am staring at it right now. Oh, wait, hold on a second. Your boyfriend is in control; he blocked the view from the camera. Ok, sweet Joe, let's see how great you are. Joe was now taking over. He saw when Bella left the system room and noticed she was talking to someone through the tiny chip on her ear; in other words, the person was directing her way out. The only way possible is if the person had access to their camera. Joe confirmed his thoughts when the camera view he saw came back into view. He immediately blocked the one Bella was heading toward to avoid anyone seeing the agency coming from that direction.

"A pleasure. The world has been very curious about the woman who managed to tame the Blackwood wolf." ​"I’m not a lion tamer, Mr. Thorne," Bella said, sitting in the chair opposite him. She had refused the PR team’s "matriarch" dress, opting instead for a crisp white silk blouse and dark trousers—the uniform of a woman who was there to work. "I’m a mother. And a partner. I suggest we focus on the Foundation." ​Dante sat next to her, his arm resting on the back of her chair. It was a possessive gesture, one that signaled to the cameras that she was his. Bella felt the heat of him through her blouse, a constant, distracting presence.

There was no putting it back together. Ella came in carrying a plate of roasted meat. She froze when she saw him clutching his chest with a pale face as his eyes locked on the broken pendant in his hand. A shadow of malice flickered in Ella's eyes, but her voice stayed gentle. "It looks like it's broken for good. Why not just carve a new one with Lilith?" If this had happened before, Kellen would have tossed the stone into the fire and grabbed her chin, teasing, "Forget it. I only want your name carved into my pendant."

Thatcher grabs onto Bella's wrist to pull her toward him, releasing all of his aura in an attempt to suppress and overpower her. At the feeble attempt, Bella laughs. She easily flips his 6'1" frame over her 5'5" body. The desk shatters under his weight, but the sound of splintering wood is completely drowned out by the roar of her aura. She isn't just a cheerleader; she is a Thorne, and she lets her raw power pin him to the floor like a specimen under glass.

He turned and limped out of the room, his red robes trailing behind him like a river of blood. Once the door clicked shut, I didn't collapse. I didn't cry. I walked over to the obsidian mirror and looked at the camera lens hidden in the ornate carving—the one Thorne used to broadcast his decrees to the Spire. I knew my Alphas were watching. I knew the whole mountain was listening. I reached up and touched the silver collar. I didn't try to pull it off. I just smiled—a cold, sharp expression that had nothing of the girl I used to be.