BELLA
Rico left that morning.
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No warning.
No long explanation.
Just a quiet, controlled:
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"Business."
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And then he was gone.
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But before he left—
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"You stay inside," he told her.
"Marco will handle everything."
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Bella didn't argue.
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But that didn't mean she agreed.
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Now, the mansion felt different.
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Not empty.
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Watched.
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Her fingers tightened slightly around the cup of tea in her hand as she stood in the living room.
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Marco was there.
Across from her.
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Silent.
Observing.
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"You don't trust me," Bella said suddenly.
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His brow lifted slightly.
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"Should I?"
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A faint smirk touched his lips.
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"That depends," he replied.
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"On what?"
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"On whether you're as innocent as you look."
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Silence.
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Bella set the cup down slowly.
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"I heard your conversation," she said.
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That got his attention.
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"I know you don't trust me," she continued. "But I don't trust you either."
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A pause.
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Then—
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Marco chuckled softly.
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"Good."
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That wasn't the reaction she expected.
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"You shouldn't trust anyone here," he added.
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Something about the way he said it—
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Felt… different.
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Bella's eyes narrowed slightly.
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"What are you hiding?"
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Marco didn't answer immediately.
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Instead—
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He stepped closer.
Slow.
Deliberate.
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Close enough that his voice dropped.
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"You're asking the wrong question."
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Her heart started to beat faster.
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"Then what's the right one?"
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A pause.
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Then—
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"Who's really on your side?"
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Silence.
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Something shifted.
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Bella felt it.
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"Say it clearly," she said.
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Marco studied her for a long moment.
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Then—
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"I helped Ethan escape."
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Everything stopped.
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Bella stared at him.
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"What?"
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Her voice came out sharper than she intended.
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"You heard me."
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"No," she shook her head. "That doesn't make sense. You're loyal to Rico."
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Marco's expression darkened slightly.
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"I am."
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"That's not loyalty," she snapped.
"That's betrayal."
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Silence.
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Then—
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"Not everything is as simple as you think, Bella."
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Her chest tightened.
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"Then explain it."
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Another pause.
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And then—
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"I was the one who met your father."
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The world tilted.
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Bella took a step back.
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"No…"
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But the memory hit her—
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The masked man.
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The cloak.
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The presence.
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Her breath caught.
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"That was you?" she whispered.
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Marco didn't confirm immediately.
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But he didn't deny it either.
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"That depends," he said quietly.
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"On what?"
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"On whether you're ready to know the truth."
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Her heart was racing now.
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"You don't get to play games with me," she said.
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"I'm not."
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A pause.
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"I'm trying to decide if you're worth the risk."
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Her eyes flashed.
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"I'm not part of your game."
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"You've always been part of it."
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Silence crashed down.
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Bella's mind raced.
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Ethan.
Her father.
Rico.
Marco.
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Everything was connected.
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And nothing made sense.
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"Why?" she asked finally.
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Marco's gaze softened—
Just slightly.
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"Because if Rico finds out the truth the wrong way…"
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A pause.
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"He won't just lose control."
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Bella's breath hitched.
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"He'll destroy everything."
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Silence.
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And suddenly—
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Bella understood.
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This wasn't just betrayal.
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This was something bigger.
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Something planned.
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Something dangerous.
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FINAL SCENE
Bella stood there, staring at Marco.
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"You're lying," she said quietly.
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"Am I?"
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A pause.
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"Then tell Rico," Marco added calmly.
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That hit.
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Because deep down—
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She didn't know if she could.
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Not yet.
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Not without knowing everything.
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And Marco knew it.
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He stepped back slightly.
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"Think carefully, Bella," he said.
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"Because from this point on—"
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His voice dropped.
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"Every choice you make… will decide who survives this."