Dangerous heart

nted with the dark underbelly of the organization from a young age. His demeanor mirrored the cold, enigmatic presence of his father, Antony. As

He glided through the room with a ghostly grace, disappearing into the mansion's labyrinthine darkness. B

obeyed without hesitation, her curiosity piqued as Bert moved with an urgency that suggested something crucial was at stake. As sh

," he said quietly, his shyness evident. "I hope you like it,

she sat down, her thoughts were interrupted by a quiet knock on the door. It was Bert again, looking

nting out the way. "Garden-water the flowers twice a week to keep them thriving." As the

admiring the way the light played on Bella's features. He noted the graceful curve of her neck and the gentle sway of her dress

ng Bella off guard. She turned to him,

d, quickly retreating from the

irection failing her. Her eyes were drawn to the partially open door of the art room. "This r

orks, displayed in a room that seemed like a dream. She traced her fingers ov

e. "Miss Bella." The sudden sound jolted her b

ing. He handed her a parcel, instructing her to deliver it to the second room on

. Her heart raced as her eyes roamed over his well-defined muscles, the sheen of sweat highlighting his

re you?" Mark's voice was a sha

her throat. Mark's intense scrutiny felt

from his firm grip, and Bella retreated, her face flushed with embarrassment an

ated the intrusion. "I need to speak with Fat

aged in a business discussion with his associates. His

e of Antony's colleagues, as

re," Antony replied, his voice dri

somber. "Hmm," he murm

He leaned closer, his voice laced with a chilling edge. "I hope you haven't grown soft since your last trip abroad. You're in

st a shadow over Bella's uncertain future. What role would she play in this dangerous

nted with the dark underbelly of the organization from a young age. His demeanor mirrored the cold, enigmatic presence of his father, Antony. As

He glided through the room with a ghostly grace, disappearing into the mansion's labyrinthine darkness. B

obeyed without hesitation, her curiosity piqued as Bert moved with an urgency that suggested something crucial was at stake. As sh

," he said quietly, his shyness evident. "I hope you like it,

she sat down, her thoughts were interrupted by a quiet knock on the door. It was Bert again, looking

nting out the way. "Garden-water the flowers twice a week to keep them thriving." As the

admiring the way the light played on Bella's features. He noted the graceful curve of her neck and the gentle sway of her dress

ng Bella off guard. She turned to him,

d, quickly retreating from the

irection failing her. Her eyes were drawn to the partially open door of the art room. "This r

orks, displayed in a room that seemed like a dream. She traced her fingers ov

e. "Miss Bella." The sudden sound jolted her b

ing. He handed her a parcel, instructing her to deliver it to the second room on

. Her heart raced as her eyes roamed over his well-defined muscles, the sheen of sweat highlighting his

re you?" Mark's voice was a sha

her throat. Mark's intense scrutiny felt

from his firm grip, and Bella retreated, her face flushed with embarrassment an

ated the intrusion. "I need to speak with Fat

aged in a business discussion with his associates. His

e of Antony's colleagues, as

re," Antony replied, his voice dri

somber. "Hmm," he murm

He leaned closer, his voice laced with a chilling edge. "I hope you haven't grown soft since your last trip abroad. You're in

st a shadow over Bella's uncertain future. What role would she play in this dangerous