LOGINBella POVI set the phone back on the nightstand, turning over onto my side as the quietness of Sunday night finally closed in around me.The long, quiet night rolled into morning, the dark sky outside my window fading into a pale, watery blue. By eight o'clock, the familiar daytime hum of the high-risk ward started up again. Trays clattered down the hallway, nurses clicked past on the linoleum, and the bright morning sun cut across my white blankets.On Monday morning, a nurse tapped gently on the door frame and stepped inside, carrying a large glass vase filled with fresh white and pale yellow flowers."These just arrived for you at the front desk, Bella," she said, giving me a warm smile as she set the heavy glass down on the wide windowsill."Thank you," I murmured.She checked my IV line quickly and headed back out. I looked over at the windowsill. There was no note, but the simple, clean arrangement was exactly the same as last week.Olivier.Later that afternoon, I opened my m
Bella POVI sat up a little straighter, frowning at him gently. "Tom, what have I told you about taking things from strangers? And you didn't even tell me about it."Tom dropped his eyes to his lap, his shoulders slumping down. He nervously tapped the corner of his plastic folder. "I am sorry, Mommy. I forgot.""Linda is very nice, but you cannot take food from people unless I say it is okay first," I said, keeping my voice soft but firm. "Never do it again, okay?""Yes, Mom," Tom whispered, looking up at me with his big grey eyes. "I promise.""Okay. Thank you for apologizing," I said, kissing the top of his head. "Now, show me what you are reading."He pulled out his homework book, and spread it across my blankets. For the next hour, he read his school book out loud. Every now and then, he paused, leaning his head all the way down to press his ear against my big, round stomach."I think the baby likes this story," Tom whispered, keeping his face pressed to my skin. "The baby moved r
Bella POVThat admission night dissolved into a blur of strict bedrest and cold hospital sheets. Caleb refused to leave the bedside, sitting rigid in the hard plastic chair with his fingers locked through mine. By three in the morning, the dark circles under his eyes looked like bruises."Caleb, you need to go home," I whispered, turning my head on the pillow to look at him. "Tom and Grace are going to wake up soon. They need to see you. They need to know everything is okay.""I am staying here," he said, his voice rough and stubborn. "Nadia is with them. They are fine.""Please," I pressed, squeezing his hand. "Go take them to school, change your clothes, and come back. You cannot help me if you collapse from exhaustion."He stared at me for a long time, his jaw tight. He looked at the monitor, then back at me. Finally, he gave a slow, hesitant nod. "I will go. But I am coming straight back after I drop Tom off." He leaned down, kissed my cheek, and quietly slipped out of the room.T
Bella POVWeeks laterMy thumb hovered over the glowing screen of my phone. The financial news alert had popped up at exactly eight in the morning, a bright white banner cutting across my wallpaper.Marchetti Group Secures Voss Legacy Archive, Appoints New Independent Board Member.I tapped the link. The page loaded, showing the official Marchetti family crest at the top of the press release. Down in the third paragraph, my own name sat in clean, black font. The ink on the actual board paperwork was already dry, but seeing it right here, public and permanent, made my chest tighten with a strange sort of relief. It was done.Olivier sent a text every few days that was barely a sentence and somehow said everything.Olivier: The board seat is officially yours. Work starts next month. Take care of yourself, Bella.Enzo, on the other hand, sent voice messages at odd hours. I tapped play on one at two in the morning, holding the phone close to my ear so I would not wake up the house."Bell
Camille POV"She is my sister," Olivier said. He did not shout, but the quiet weight in his voice slammed into the room and closed the conversation entirely. "And you tried to weaponize our mother's death and my father's grief to hurt her. I have been monitoring your phone since Bella told me about your earlier whispers. I waited to see if you would stop on your own but you didn't."I stared at him, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps."I won't be standing beside someone who does that," Olivier said, looking right through me. "Not now, not ever."The outcome was clear and immediate. My belongings were already packed into the heavy designer suitcases sitting right by his feet. Olivier was not giving me until tomorrow. He was throwing me out tonight.I swallowed hard, staring at the bags that held every piece of my life I had left here. I turned back to Olivier, my hands balled into tight fists"You think you are being noble, Olivier?" I hissed, my voice shaking with rage. "You thin
Camille POVI watched the announcement land across my phone screen three times before I set it down. My coffee sat on the table in front of me, slowly going cold.I had spent years positioning myself beside Olivier. I built my whole life around becoming the Marchetti matriarch and standing by his side. Every choice and every move I made was for that one goal. When Bella first arrived, I told myself nothing had changed. She was just a sister—a small problem I could easily handle.But lately, Olivier hasn't been answering my calls as fast as before. Whenever Bella’s name came up, he talked too carefully, like a man changing sides. Now, this headline was staring at me—a board seat, a public archive, and Sebastien’s name right next to hers in a press release that looked like a victory lap.My fingers shook a little as I picked up the phone. I couldn't just sit here and lose my future. I scrolled through my contacts until I found Jean-Luc. He was a top journalist for a big Paris gossip p
Bella pov I tucked Tom into bed and sat beside him, smoothing his dark hair back from his forehead. "I love you, Tom. More than anything in the whole world.""Love you too, Mommy." His eyes opened slightly, that grey gaze so like his father's that it hurt. "Mommy? Why do I look different from you?
Bella POVI didn't see Caleb for the rest of the gala. He'd disappeared after his devastating revelation, leaving me to navigate conversations and networking while my mind spun with humiliation and anger.He'd heard me, he heard everything. By the time I made it back to the penthouse, it was past m
Caleb POVThree cracked ribs and a laceration requiring eight stitches — that was what the doctor told me, and Bella had opened her eyes just long enough to tell the nurse she didn't need that much fuss before the sedative pulled her back under. They let me stay with her after. I dragged a chair t
Bella POVThe message came through my business contact line, which was why I almost didn't question it.Re: Singapore acquisition — potential whistleblower with documentation on Richard Hart's shell company activity. Can only meet in person. Time sensitive. Tonight, 8 PM, 14 Crane Yard (warehouse d







