THE GIFT SHE REFUSED
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By eight-thirty the next morning, Bella had already broken three of Alexander Sterling's household rules.
She had skipped breakfast.
She had left the mansion without informing security.
And she had driven herself to the hospital.
She considered it a productive morning.
The fourth rule was broken at precisely nine-fifteen.
Alexander was in the middle of a board meeting when Sebastian walked into the conference room without knocking.
Every executive at the table went quiet.
Sebastian placed his phone on the table.
“Your wife has arrived at the hospital.”
Alexander slowly lifted his eyes.
“And?”
“She drove herself.”
A pause.
Alexander leaned back.
“Did she?”
Sebastian nodded.
“She also informed security that she's an adult woman capable of operating a vehicle.”
Several executives suddenly became very interested in their documents.
Alexander's jaw tightened.
“Continue the meeting.”
Sebastian smiled.
“I knew you'd say that.”
He walked out.
Alexander stared at the closed door for several seconds.
Then he looked at the executives.
“Where were we?”
No one answered immediately.
Finally, Mr. Collins cleared his throat.
“The acquisition proposal.”
“Right.”
Alexander picked up his pen.
“Continue.”
But his attention wasn't completely on the meeting anymore.
Bella Hart had been in his house for barely two days.
Already, she was ignoring his rules, challenging his decisions, and somehow making him question why he'd created half those rules in the first place.
He hated it.
What he hated more was the fact that part of him found it amusing.
---
At noon, Bella walked out of the hospital and stopped when she saw Alexander waiting beside a black sedan.
He stood beside the car in a dark suit, sunglasses hiding his eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
“Taking you home.”
“I have a car.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because you're coming with me.”
Bella stared at him.
“No.”
Something shifted in his expression.
“You left the mansion without security.”
“I left through the front gate.”
“That wasn't the point.”
“I wasn't kidnapped.”
“You could have been.”
Bella folded her arms.
“I've worked at this hospital for years.”
“And?”
“And I'm perfectly capable of getting myself home.”
Alexander stepped closer.
Not close enough to touch.
Just close enough for Bella to notice the change in his breathing.
His gaze dropped briefly toward her mouth before returning to her eyes.
His fingers curled at his sides.
He hated the reaction.
He hated noticing her perfume.
The loose strand of hair against her cheek.
The way she looked at him as though she had absolutely no idea how dangerous she was becoming to his concentration.
He stepped back.
“Get in the car.”
Bella raised an eyebrow.
“Was that an order?”
“Yes.”
“Then no.”
His jaw tightened.
“You are exceptionally difficult.”
“And you're exceptionally controlling.”
“I prefer careful.”
“I prefer free.”
Their eyes locked.
For one moment, the argument disappeared beneath something neither of them was willing to acknowledge.
Alexander broke the silence.
“Fine.”
Bella blinked.
“Fine?”
“I'll drive.”
“You'll drive?”
“Yes.”
“And if I say no?”
“Then I'll stand here until you change your mind.”
Bella stared at him.
“You're impossible.”
“So I've been told.”
She sighed dramatically and opened the passenger door.
“Congratulations. You win.”
Alexander's mouth almost curved.
Almost.
He caught himself.
Bella noticed anyway.
“Did you just smile?”
“No.”
“You did.”
“You imagined it.”
“I saw it.”
Alexander shut the door after her.
“You see too much.”
Bella smiled to herself.
That, she thought, was becoming increasingly true.
---
The drive back to the mansion was quiet.
Not uncomfortable.
Just strange.
Bella watched the city pass through the window.
After several minutes, she noticed they had taken a different route.
“Where are we going?”
“Home.”
“This isn't the way home.”
“It is now.”
The car turned through a private entrance.
Bella frowned.
They stopped beneath the covered entrance of Sterling Mansion.
A sleek black Mercedes was parked nearby.
A small white card rested beneath its windshield wiper.
Alexander got out.
Bella followed.
“What is that?”
“Your car.”
She stared at the Mercedes.
Then at him.
Then back at the Mercedes.
“You bought me a car?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Security.”
Bella walked around the vehicle.
It was beautiful.
Expensive.
Completely unnecessary.
She turned toward him.
“I don't want it.”
Alexander's expression hardened.
“It's already yours.”
“No.”
“Bella.”
“I said no.”
He stepped closer.
“It's armored.”
She blinked.
“What?”
“Reinforced body. Bullet-resistant glass. Advanced tracking. Emergency communication system.”
Bella stared at him.
“Alexander, I'm a doctor. I go to work. I don't enter war zones.”
“You're married to me.”
“And apparently that means I need a tank.”
“It's not a tank.”
“It looks like one.”
His mouth twitched.
Bella pointed at him.
“Don't smile.”
“I wasn't.”
“You were.”
“I wasn't.”
She crossed her arms.
“I don't need your expensive gifts.”
“It's not a gift.”
“What is it?”
“Protection.”
“Then hire security for the hospital.”
“I already have.”
Bella's eyes widened.
“You did what?”
“Two additional security personnel are rotating around the hospital.”
“Alexander!”
“They won't interfere with your work.”
“You can't just surround my workplace with bodyguards!”
“I can.”
She stared at him.
“You really enjoy controlling everything, don't you?”
His expression changed.
For once, he didn't answer immediately.
“No,” he said quietly.
Bella hadn't expected that.
Alexander looked toward the mansion.
“I enjoy knowing the people under my protection are safe.”
Something about the words softened her anger.
Only slightly.
She looked at the Mercedes again.
“I still don't want the car.”
“Keep it.”
“No.”
“Sell it.”
Bella frowned.
“You're serious?”
“Yes.”
“Why buy something this expensive if you're willing to let me sell it?”
“Because I wanted you to have a safe car.”
She studied him.
“You make absolutely no sense.”
“I've been told that too.”
Bella shook her head.
“I'll use my own car.”
Alexander's eyes narrowed.
“No.”
“Alexander.”
“No.”
She smiled.
“Then we're back to the beginning.”
His gaze lingered on her face.
That smile.
He was noticing it far too often.
Every time she smiled at him, something inside him shifted.
He hated it.
He hated even more that he wanted to see it again.
He turned away.
“Keep your car.”
Bella's smile widened.
“I will.”
---
That evening, Amelia found Bella in the library.
Bella sat cross-legged on the sofa with several old financial documents spread across the coffee table.
Amelia picked up one of the pages.
“What are you doing?”
“Research.”
“Fun.”
“Extremely.”
Amelia dropped onto the sofa beside her.
“Alexander bought you a car.”
Bella groaned.
“How does everyone know?”
“Because Alexander has never bought a woman a car before.”
Bella looked at her.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Bella frowned.
“I refused it.”
Amelia's eyes widened.
“You refused a Sterling?”
“Yes.”
Amelia stared at her for several seconds.
Then she burst out laughing.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Amelia.”
“You're going to drive my brother insane.”
Bella smiled.
“He needs the practice.”
A familiar voice came from the doorway.
“I can hear you.”
Both women looked up.
Alexander stood there.
His expression was stern.
Amelia smiled innocently.
“We were discussing your generous personality.”
“No, you weren't.”
Bella looked back at her documents.
“We were discussing your car.”
“My car?”
“The one you bought for me.”
Alexander's eyes moved to Bella.
“Did you decide?”
“Yes.”
“I already know.”
“I'll sell it.”
Amelia covered her mouth.
Bella tried not to laugh.
Alexander looked between them.
“Why is everyone laughing?”
“Because,” Amelia said, standing, “you've finally met someone who doesn't want your money.”
She walked past him.
At the doorway, she paused.
“Oh, and Alexander?”
“What?”
“Try not to buy her a house tomorrow.”
She disappeared.
Bella laughed.
Alexander looked at her.
Really looked.
Her laughter filled the library, warm and effortless.
Something tightened inside his chest.
He took a slow breath.
Then another.
And deliberately moved farther away.
Bella noticed.
Again.
“You do that every time.”
His expression became guarded.
“Do what?”
“Move away from me.”
Silence.
Alexander's gaze held hers.
“Perhaps you stand too close.”
“I was sitting here.”
“You're still too close.”
Bella frowned.
“That makes no sense.”
“It doesn't have to.”
He turned toward the door.
Bella watched him leave.
For a man who claimed to hate her, Alexander Sterling seemed to be fighting an entirely different battle.
And somewhere deep inside, she was beginning to wonder what would happen when he finally stopped running from it.
---
The library fell quiet.
Bella returned to the documents.
She didn't notice the tiny red light beneath the bookshelf.
It blinked once.
Then again.
A hidden camera was recording everything.
The conversation.
Her laughter.
Alexander standing across from her.
Every glance.
Every movement.
Every moment of hesitation between them.
From somewhere else in the mansion, someone was watching the live feed.
A hand reached toward the screen.
The image zoomed in on Alexander's face.
Then Bella's.
A quiet voice spoke.
“So he's already changing.”
Another voice answered from the darkness.
“Not enough.”
The first person smiled.
“Then give him a reason to.”
The screen went black.
And inside Sterling Mansion, Bella had no idea that the walls weren't the only things listening.
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