Novel & Cerita Bella Thorne Watch Me

hadn't just risen; she had flown straight into a trap. Maya collapses into the arms of an unknown assailant as the gala descends into a riot. The last thing she sees before losing consciousness is Xavier Thorne standing perfectly still in the middle of the chaos, a small, triumphant smile on his lips as he takes a call. 'It’s done,' he says. 'The Astraea Star is mine. Secure the asset.'

The third: Bella’s face tilted back, lips parted, eyes on the camera like she knew someone would see this someday. Caption in white text across all three: He always comes back to real women. My stomach drops so hard I have to grip the counter to stay upright. The milk pitcher clatters in my shaking hand. Kacey glances over, concerned, but I force a smile and slip into the bathroom. I stare at the screen until the pixels burn. I know that night. I remember it.

The Wolfe name didn't just come with money—it came with a target on my back. I walked out to the car where Thorne was waiting. I didn't look at the cameras. I just looked at the platin um watch in the box in my lap. I finally put it on. The metal was cold against my skin.

No compromise there. And well my parents are perfect examples to not marry. I mean they always annoy the hell out of each other and fight over the smallest things. Things like who will wish me happy birthday first . Who will hug me first when I come back from a business tour , whose gift I have to wear first. Like seriously. But we still love each other. Sigh. Anyways Bella is a deal . Just a deal. ___________________________ Bella Pov: I came out wearing short shorts and a sleeveless shirt and sandals. At least I can wear them in private if he will not let me wear them in public. Damn him .

She asked while pointing at the last page. Boris's eyes lit up, "I almost forgot about that. Let's watch it," he said invitingly. "Sure," she replied hesitantly. Soon, Igor took the memory card and inserted it into a memory card reader, to view its content using the 65-inch TV in Boris's office. "OH MY GOD!" Latton yells while watching the video. It shows Thalia and Boris having intense sex. The scene, the loud moaning, and the sound of their colliding skin disturb her down to her core. "TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!" She yells.

"Dr. Thorne, could this possibly be some kind of illusion? It cannot be real!" Dr. Thorne, typically composed and unruffled, displayed a fleeting hint of concern that creased his countenance. Taking a measured step closer, his voice resonated with a blend of tenderness and determination. "Scarlett, I comprehend the shock and bewilderment coursing through your being at this very moment. However, the artifact has granted you a glimpse into a potential future—a future that can be altered, a future that must be altered."

She sat down on the other end of the couch. "Can I ask you something" she said. "Sure" I said. I put my phone down. "Did you see the video" Bella asked. "The one of me and Ethan at the shoot." "Yeah" I said. "I saw it." "And" Bella said. She was watching my face carefully. "What did you think." "I thought you looked beautiful" I said. "And happy. And like you were doing your job." "That's it" Bella said. "You're not mad."

, the queen of this castle." Fred's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "Bella, stop this. Whatever game you're playing, it needs to end now." But Bella only laughed; her eyes shone with malice. "Oh, Fred. You don't understand what's happenin'. But you will. Real soon.". Zara's eyes locked onto Bella's, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. "I have the footage from the night of our honeymoon," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "And let's see if I walked right into that room with my own two legs." As she spoke, Zara's phone beeped, and she turned it to face Bella. The screen flickered to life, showing a grainy video of Bella sneaking into the room, a syrin

"I’ve already handled Silas. I’ve handled the board. Julian Vane is just another step." "He’s not a step, Liora. He’s a trap." Later that evening, Liora was in her private office when Maya walked in. "Madam Thorne? There’s a delivery for you. It didn't come through the usual channels." Maya set a small, elegantly wrapped box on the desk. There was no card. Only a single blue iris tied to the ribbon. Liora opened the box. Inside was a vintage watch, its gears visible through a sapphire casing.

Why does the thought of pushing further make my skin tingle with both fear and a dark kind of excitement? Thorne leaned against the wall, arms crossed, green eyes sharp and watchful. He was not simply looking at me. He was studying me, measuring every small shift of my body, every flicker in my expression. Waiting. Testing. Calculating how far this new version of me would dare to go. He expects me to crumble. To fall back into the familiar role of the omega who submits without question. But something inside me has woken up, and it refuses to lie down again. I can feel him watching, and part of me wants to make him blink first.