The Unfolding
Bella's Point of View
Sam paced the large, elegant living room of the Asher estate, his brow furrowed and his fists clenching intermittently. I sat on the cream-colored couch, watching him silently, letting him vent. The weight of Ethan's death still lingered heavily between us, a dark cloud neither of us could shake.
"I can't believe Ethan is gone," Sam muttered, his voice low and filled with frustration. He turned toward me, his piercing eyes searching mine for answers I didn't have. "He was loyal, Bella. He would've died for me, and now…"
"And now someone made sure he did," I finished, my voice trembling slightly. "But, Sam, we'll figure it out. Whoever did this made a mistake. They underestimated you."
He stopped pacing, raking a hand through his thick hair. "This isn't just about Ethan. It's about everything my parents death, Kelvin,Peter, Cabo, the shares, the chairman race. It's all connected, Bella. I can feel it."
