--- Marco's POV ---
As Bella remains silent, her lack of response only angers me more. The fear simmering in her eyes ignites a fire within me, fueling my frustration. She seems on the verge of speaking, her lips parting as if she wants to say something, but she hesitates and remains silent.
Frustration boiling over, I push her further against the wall, asserting my dominance. Leaning in, I whisper into her ear with a tone of authority, demanding answers. "Is there something you're not telling me, Bella?"
Her continued silence stirs up a storm of emotions within me. With a firm grip on her chin, I make her meet my gaze, determined to break through her walls.
Bella's silence infuriates me, her refusal to answer only fueling my frustration. As she attempts to move away, I assert my dominance, pushing her back against the wall with more force. I seize her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze, the intensity of my stare demanding answers.
"If you won't tell me willingly," I growl, my voice low and commanding, "then I'll find out the hard way."
With a firm grip on her wrist, I turn to leave, pulling her along with me towards the car. My mind races with questions, but Bella's silence only deepens the mystery surrounding her connection to Alexander Knight.
Reaching the car, I push Bella inside, frustration courses through me like a raging river. Slamming the door shut, I settle into the seat, my jaw clenched tightly. The drive home is tense, silence hanging heavy between us like a suffocating blanket.
When we finally reach home, Bella's fiery spirit emerges once more as she hastily exits the car, slamming the door shut behind her with a resounding thud. I sit there for a moment, watching her retreating figure with a mix of bewilderment and exasperation.
Stepping out of the car, I follow her inside, the weight of unanswered questions pressing down on me like a burden too heavy to bear. What is she hiding? And why won't she trust me enough to share it?
As I step inside the house, determination fuels my every step. I refuse to let our encounter at the event end on such an unresolved note. Searching through the house, I finally find Bella in the kitchen, pouring herself a whiskey with an air of defiance.
She takes a big gulp as I enter, her back still turned to me. The tension in the room is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, she speaks up, her voice tinged with frustration and resignation.
"There is nothing to know," she declares, her words sharp and final.
I refuse to accept such a flimsy dismissal. "Bullshit," I retort, my tone harsh and unforgiving. There's more to this, and I won't rest until I uncover the truth.
As she suddenly turns around, anger radiates from every pore of her being. Her eyes blaze with fury, and her movements are sharp and abrupt. With a slight raise in her voice, she repeats her previous statement, adamant in her refusal to divulge anything further.
I feel my own anger bubbling up within me, fueled by her stubbornness and secrecy. Moving closer to her, my movements are driven by a mix of frustration and dominance. But before I can reach her, she reacts with lightning speed, hurling the empty glass past my head, the sound of it shattering against the wall echoing through the room.
For a brief moment, I freeze, taken aback by her sudden display of aggression. But then, fueled by my own fury, I continue to advance towards her, my hand wrapping around her throat with a vice-like grip. My demand is sharp and commanding, cutting through the tension-filled air.
"Who is he to you?" I demand, my voice laced with anger and dominance as I lock eyes with her. Defiance shines brightly within her gaze as she meets my intense stare head-on.
Just then, Ace enters the kitchen. I'm momentarily startled by his sudden appearance. Quickly regaining my composure, I release my grip on Bella's throat, realizing the gravity of the situation and the intensity of her defiance.
Without a word, Ace strides towards us, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. As he reaches us, he subtly gestures for me to step aside, silently conveying his intention to take control of the situation.
Understanding his unspoken message, I acquiesce and move away from Bella, allowing Ace to intervene. With one last lingering glance at Bella, a mixture of frustration and concern swirling within me, I turn and make my way towards my office, leaving Ace to handle the aftermath of our confrontation.
As I settle into my office chair, I can't shake the sense of unease that grips me. All I can do now is wait for Ace to provide some clarity and resolution to this troubling situation.
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Beneath The Surface
Lãng mạnIn 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...
