--- Marco's POV ---
As I wake up the next morning, the warmth of the sun filtering through the curtains, I find myself enveloped in a sense of contentment. The soft rise and fall of Bella's chest beside me is a comforting rhythm, and I can't help but feel a rush of gratitude for the simple pleasure of waking up next to her.
But as I gaze upon her sleeping form, a faint sense of unease begins to creep into my thoughts. My eyes are drawn to the slight movement of the sheets, revealing a glimpse of one of the scars that mar her otherwise flawless skin. It's a stark reminder of the questions that linger in my mind, the uncertainty that shrouds her past.
With a heavy sigh, I gently extricate myself from the bed, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber. As I slip out of the room and make my way to my study, my thoughts are consumed by the conversation I had with Ace the night before.
Just as I settle into my chair and begin to contemplate my next move, my phone buzzes with an incoming call from Ace. I quickly answer, a flicker of hope igniting within me at the prospect of answers.
But as Ace speaks, his words send a chill down my spine. He tells me that he couldn't find anything on Bella. Nothing at all. It's as if she appeared out of thin air two years ago, with no trace of her existence prior to that.
My heart sinks as the weight of this revelation settles over me. Who is Bella, and what secrets does she hold? The mystery surrounding her only deepens, leaving me with more questions than answers. And as I sit alone in my study, the unsettling realization dawns on me that perhaps Bella is not who she claims to be.
As I exit my study, the morning sunlight filters through the windows, casting a golden hue over the hallway. Descending the stairs and entering the familiar space, I find myself immersed in the soothing routine of breakfast preparations. The rhythmic clatter of pans and the hiss of batter hitting the griddle create a symphony of morning sounds, punctuated by the occasional hum of the coffee machine.
Lost in the simple tasks at hand, I'm brought back to the present moment when Bella appears in the doorway. Her presence fills the room with a soft warmth, her tousled hair catching the morning light as she stands there, a vision of quiet beauty.
"Morning," she says softly, her voice like a gentle breeze that stirs the stillness of the morning air.
"Good morning," I reply, offering her a warm smile in return. The simple exchange feels like an unspoken agreement, a silent acknowledgment of the quiet comfort we find in each other's presence.
As she steps closer, the air between us seems to crackle with a quiet energy, a subtle tension that hangs between us like a delicate thread. And as we stand together in the kitchen, surrounded by the sights and sounds of morning, I find myself grateful for the simple pleasure of her company, and for the warmth and light she brings into my life.
As we finish preparing breakfast together, Bella moves gracefully around the kitchen, setting the table with a quiet efficiency that never fails to impress me. Her every movement is like a delicate dance, a symphony of grace and poise that leaves me mesmerized.
As we sit down to eat, I can't help but steal glances at her, marveling at the way the morning light catches in her hair, casting a halo of golden warmth around her. She eats with a quiet elegance, her delicate features illuminated by the soft glow of dawn.
Lost in my thoughts, I'm startled when Bella speaks up, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
"I should be getting back to work in a bit. Would you be able to take me home so I could change?" she asks, her voice soft but determined.
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Beneath The Surface
RomanceIn a world shrouded in deception and hidden dangers, a young woman's struggle for freedom brings her into the orbit of two men who are bound by their own sense of duty and love. Forced into hiding and living under a new identity, she finds protectio...
