Chapter 114
Bella
The moment Maya walked out of our home, the air in the room felt different, like the walls would crush me. Her words hung in the air like poison.
I stood where I was, staring at the closed door for a long time, because my mind was s mean by those words? Was he nuts? An hour before the wedding he wanted Craf
come.
to catch up. What did Scott take the money?
I turned to Scott, my surprise turning quickly into anger. “I’m not letting you do this,” I blurted in a sharp voice. “I will never let you give Craig fifty million dollars. That’s not a deal, Scott. That’s blackmail. It’s disgusting. And you know it! I hate that you’re yielding to this.”
Even as Scott’s expression stayed controlled, I could see the tension in his jaw as he looked at me. It seemed like he was choosing words that wouldn’t explode this conversation into angry exchange.
“I can get twenty million once we’re married,” I continued, because if I stopped talking I might start shaking. “That inheritance will be released the moment we are married. I can negotiate with Craig. I’ll handle him. I can tell him to take the twenty and get out of our lives. I’m sure he would agree.”
Scott exhaled roughly and when he spoke, his voice came out strict. “You will not talk to Craig,” he ordered. “You won’t pick up any unknown calls, you won’t reply to
and messages, you won’t
until all this is over. Millie will be with go anywhere alone you always. I’ve put a team of my wolves who will escort you everywhere!”
My mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”
“Bella,” he pressed, “I’m not taking chances. Craig is dangerous, and he’s unstable. He is not someone you bargain with. As far as I can perceive, he has nothing to lose.”
I felt heat rush into my face, feeling terrified. “You’re acting like you’re helpless,” I snapped. “Craig will-”
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze pinning me. “You’re but my back also. You can’t put yourself in front of a man
I swallowed. “You don’t want your reputation ruined,” the video is fake.”
my mate and
my wife. And there’s a fucking target on not just yours
like Cand hope he’ll suddenly develop a conscience.”
red, because that was what it sounded like. “Even if you know
Irritation flickered in his eyes. Like he was dealing with a petulant child. “Yes,” he admitted plainly. “I don’t want it ruined, and I don’t want you dragged through that either.”
“If you know it’s fake,” I challenged, stepping closer, “then why are you bending to his demands? Why are you entertaining him at all? It makes it look like he’s right.”
He held my gaze for a moment before replying. “Because there is no way to prove it’s fake. We don’t know the origin. We don’t know who created it or where it was edited. It’s buried somewhere we can’t access, and Craig has done a good job making it believable enough that people would doubt you even if you screamed the truth.”
The room tilted. I stared at him like I had misunderstood. “No,” I whispered, because the idea was unbearable. “There has to be a way. There has to be something you can show, some proof, some-
“There isn’t,” he cut in.
My legs suddenly felt weak. I grabbed the back of the couch pressed and I sank down, fingers curling into the fabric like it could hold me steady. My heartbeat thundered. I could feel the nausea rising, that sick wave that had been hitting me every time I thought of the video and every time I imagined people seeing it.
“Then we should postpone the wedding,” I blurted, because they were the only logical thing to do. “We can make an excuse
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about your work or illness. Anything. If we postpone, you can solve this without–without inviting him into our lives right before we stand in front of everyone.”
Scott shook his head immediately. His jaw flexed, and I could tell he had already decided this before I even spoke. “No,” he replied with certainty. “I want this behind us. I’m not giving him more time to play games.”
My hands trembled. “How has everything gone wrong so fast?” I muttered, staring at the carpet like it had answers. “We were… we were happy. We were fine.”
Scott didn’t respond. He stabbed his fingers in his hair. Then he turned away, walked to the office door inside the penthouse 1 and closed it behind him with controlled finality.
For a few seconds, I just sat there. For the first time in days I felt truly alone, even inside a home filled with people. Panic lodged inside my chest strongly.
The wedding was in two days. Those two days felt mechanical. I didn’t want to leave the penthouse, and I didn’t want to talk to anyone, but Millie refused to let me disappear into my room the way I wanted. She arrived every morning with that relentless energy she had, carrying folders and her phone.
“You can panic, but you can panic while walking,” she announced briskly, herding me toward the elevator like I was a runaway puppy. “Come on. We have to check the venue, confirm the seating. The flowers. The lighting. You want it to look perfect, don’t you?”
“I don’t even care,” I whispered, and I meant it. My stomach churned, empty and sour, because even water felt hard to keep down.
Millie’s face softened for half a second, but then she squeezed my hand firmly. “You care,” she corrected. “You’re just scared. But we have to keep moving.”
So I went. I followed her to the venue, listened to an event manager describe arrangements and timelines. I nodded at questions I barely heard, and watched my own life like it was happening to someone else. Every time my phone buzzed, my pulse jumped. I barely ate, and when I forced myself to swallow soup or toast, it came back up not long after.
Father called several times. I didn’t pick up his calls. I knew why he was calling. I knew he wasn’t suddenly concerned about me. He was calling because of money, because of inheritance. To convince me to give up on it and give it to him. I ignored him every time because I had to give that money to Craig.
But when my grandmother, Isla, called, I couldn’t stop myself. I answered on the second ring.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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