The Bell That Broke
The headlines didn't stop.
Every media outlet from Los Angeles to London had plastered her face across their screens, along with the damning footage of Edwin Bell. Every minute brought another leak, another firestorm. And in the middle of it all was her name—Calla Avery Bell.
She hadn't left the penthouse in three days.
The silence inside was almost louder than the chaos outside. Cassian moved like a ghost between war rooms and legal meetings, and Calla... Calla sat at the edge of the storm, still waiting to understand who she truly was.
When the door opened, she didn’t look up.
“You saw the latest?” Cassian asked, his voice hoarse.
“I saw the video,” she replied, staring at her untouched coffee. “He said I was never meant to be found.”
Cassian crossed to her si
