Novel & Cerita Why Did James Want To Kill Bella

“I chose you. And once you’re pregnant, no one can argue. Not the elders. Not even the council. Omega or not, they won’t reject the mother of my heir.” The words hit like a slap—wrapped in silk, but a slap all the same. “I… I’m just scared,” I whispered. “Don’t be,” he murmured, pulling me into his arms. “Trust me.” And I did. I gave him everything that night—heart, body, soul. I lay in his arms, believing for once that maybe love could win over bloodlines, titles, and expectations.I woke up glowing, hopeful. Foolish. The Beta’s house was quiet when I returned. I hadn’t even taken off my scarf when Mira’s voice drifted down the hallway.

Why should I care? But I do. I care too much. Because there’s so much I don’t know about him, and I hate it. I hate that his eyes can strip me bare when mine can’t even touch the surface of him. What was he like before? Before the night we met. Before I became the girl he should’ve killed but hasn’t. “Tell me,” I press, softer now. And then, finally, she does. “Eight or nine years ago,” she begins, crossing her arms, “a rival of the Russells plotted to destroy them. A Don named Alesso.

Bella clutched her bleeding palm weakly. “I, I, don't feel so good.” Her body trembled, Then suddenly, her eyes rolled back. And she collapsed onto the floor, the moment her body hit the ground, Kanan roared inside my mind. Louder than I had ever heard him before. MATE. delete, delete, delete delete

Henderson's expression had sharpened into something I recognized—the look of a man recalculating the situation he thought he was in and arriving at a different picture. "Williams," he said carefully. "Is there something we should know?" I looked at the note on the table. Bella Hayes—who had left my house at five in the morning without a word, who had disappeared so completely that even a skilled private investigator had spent months hitting walls—was coming to sit at my table. She had been building something in the background of my life with the precision of someone who had already decided exactly what she wanted. "Call the legal team," I said.

"And unless you have official business, we're not interested." "Actually, we do have business," he looked at me. "I'm Alpha James of the Nightshade Pack. I couldn't help but overhear your challenge tomorrow which is quite bold of you to accept." "Thank you," I said carefully, not sure where this was going. "I wanted to extend an offer," he continued. "Regardless of the outcome tomorrow, my pack would be honored to have you. A beautiful, powerful she-wolf like yourself deserves a strong pack and a worthy mate." He smiled, "I would be happy to discuss the benefits of joining Nightshade..."

death, James—who had always been an obsessive neat freak—panicked and clutched my body, sobbing in uncontrollable grief. "Darling! Wake up! Don't scare me! We promised to grow old together. How could you be so cruel and leave me like this?" Cassandra tried to comfort him, only to be shoved aside. "Don't touch me. The only one who can touch me is El!" Later, James collapsed onto the ground, crying like a child. He bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood before passing out on the spot. The comment section was filled with people mourning our so-called love.

How can she drown herself for the devil standing in front of her eyes that crossed each line of respect and love when he got angry? "I also wish you had done the same, James. Remember the day when my parents died? I wish you had just fucked me that day, and then never showed me your face again, maybe then we wouldn't be having this conversation right now. I know that is what you intended to do that day anyway, if it had not been for that fucking call. But yes. How can I expect you to do that? You just found a 'doll' in your childhood and kept her clutched in your fucking claws until you made sure she is bleeding, right? You wanted me to be with you just so I am not with Damon. It was never l

I give in. As much as I hate to take the medicine, I just have to because I can’t keep risking my life. What happened to me today must not happen again, I don’t want that to ever happen and I’m not just saying this because of my mental health but because of Bella. I know I hurt her and she didn’t deserve it; no one does. Bella must be very terrified now, after all, I didn’t just threaten to kill her but actually tried to take her life. What kind of a monster have I become?

-Just say what you want, girl? -What do I want? I want not to be stuck in a hospital bed with my broken fucking leg. I do want not to have lost my job. I’m sorry, sir, but life is not made of what we want. -Mine is my own! Esmeralda considered sending the shit. There was nothing she hated more than people who had their lives in the palms of her hands. -Well, that’s too bad for you, because I’m not for sale. James saw that it was pointless to offer him more money. She did not look like someone who would accept to be bought and he was afraid that if he kept insisting, he could make the situation worse. He decided to try another way.

His tone was flat and casual, as though he had not just dismantled everything she had believed about her own marriage. The room was very still. "You want me to prepare her room," Bella said slowly, making sure she had heard him correctly. Jason turned and looked at her with an unreadable face. "Is there a problem?" She held his gaze for a long moment and saw nothing behind his eyes that suggested he understood the cruelty of what he was asking. He genuinely did not see it, and somehow that was worse than if he had asked it to hurt her on purpose. "No," she said finally, and walked past him into the hallway without looking back.