Chapter 6 Trust Me
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The night air clung with the scent of roses and champagne, music humming like a lullaby in the background. Guests had begun to drift from the reception hall, their laughter fading into the quiet magic of twilight.
But Bellerose couldn’t shake the weight of the woman’s gaze.
Yana Belle.
Even her name lingered — sweet and haunting.
She had already left, her heels clicking softly against the marble as she exited with a calm smile and a parting glance at Yoel.
Just one glance.
But Bellerose felt it settle between them like a whisper in the dark.
She looked up at Yoel, who smiled gently as they swayed to the slow, fading music. His warm hands rested on her waist, and he leaned in slightly — a soft reassurance in his voice.
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As the crowd thinned and soft laughter echoed from the bar, Yoel’s cousin, Daniel, approached.
“Hey bro, congratulations,” Daniel greeted with a half-hug and a grin. “Sorry the others couldn’t make it. You know how things are back in the country — too many issues to settle.”
Daniel looked sharp in a tailored suit, handsome and composed, though his eyes glinted with quiet mischief.
“Yeah, it’s okay,” Yoel replied, raising his glass of wine in a relaxed toast.
“And your mom and sister… you know how difficult they are to handle. That’s why we kept everything low-key.”
Yoel gave a small, understanding nod.
Daniel leaned in a little, lowering his voice.
“And about Yana Belle… it was a slip of the tongue. I mentioned the wedding, and she insisted on coming. I couldn’t say no.”
He took a sip of wine, then smirked. “But I met your wife. She may not be as flashy as Yana, not as showy, but she’s soft… calm. Real. And bro… she loves you. I saw it in her eyes.”
He gave Yoel a firm pat on the back.
“Don’t disappoint her. You’re lucky, man.”
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