Chapter 95: Chapter 95 Did you just touch my wife?
Bella was half-asleep, her soft lavender nightdress slightly crumpled, hair messy from tossing in bed. The gentle knock on the door barely registered in her sleepy mind, and she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, blinking through the blurriness.
"Who~~" she murmured, her voice a soft sleepy hum, innocent and vulnerable. She dragged her feet toward the door, yawning quietly.
But before she could even reach for the handle, the door slammed open from the outside, making her stumble back in shock.
"A-Ah—"
Her gasp was cut short when a sharp pain shot through her scalp.
"Ow!" she whimpered, her eyes snapping open in pain and fear.
Someone had grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it back harshly, forcing her head to tilt. Bella’s heart pounded wildly, and before she could even register who it was—
BAM.
She was shoved back against the wall so hard the frame beside her bed trembled.
"You bit*h!" Alexa screamed, her voice shaking with rage as she glared at Bella with bloodshot eyes.
Bella’s lips trembled, confused and frightened, "Wh-What are you—let me go!"
But Alexa didn’t let go. She pressed her forearm against Bella’s collarbone, pinning her in place as her other hand tangled harshly in her hair again, pulling hard.
"I knew it was you! You and your damn friend! You ruined everything! Everything!!" Alexa’s voice cracked as she practically shook with fury. "No one even knew I liked Leo! They all thought I was with Alan! But now everyone knows! I’m a joke, a homewrecker, a slut!"
"Aahh—stop!" Bella cried out, struggling weakly under her weight, trying to push her away, but Alexa was stronger and blinded by rage. Bella’s eyes welled up from the pain, her legs shaking.
"I didn’t do anything!" Bella shouted, her voice high-pitched with fear.
But Alexa wasn’t listening. She was crying too now—angry tears. Her eyes puffy, her lips trembling.
"My manager screamed at me all morning! I lost two brand deals already! They say I’m toxic! My story is everywhere! Everywhere!!" Alexa screamed, her hands trembling. "You ruined my image! You ruined me!"
Bella tried once again to push her, her breath ragged, her heart thumping like it would burst from her chest. "Please stop—Alexa, I didn’t—!"
Just then—
"Let her go."
The voice was cold. Deep. And thunderously quiet.
Alexa froze.
Bella’s eyes widened.
And slowly, she turned her head, tears clinging to her lashes—
Leonardo stood at the doorway, his face blank. His eyes, dark as storm clouds, focused on Alexa’s grip in Bella’s hair.
"Did you just raise your hand on my wife?" he asked, each word slow, each syllable slicing through the air.
Alexa’s hand slipped away from Bella’s hair, suddenly trembling.
"I—I didn’t mean to hurt her I just—"
"I said..." Leonardo stepped inside, eyes now on Alexa’s face, cold and unforgiving, "Did you just touch my wife?"
Bella dropped to the floor, finally free from Alexa’s grasp, her breathing heavy, hand gently holding her scalp as she shivered.
Leonardo’s gaze moved to Bella for a moment—her red eyes, her shaking hands, her bruised voice and that was enough.
He didn’t say another word.
He walked to Alexa, who took a shaky step back.
And then—
SLAP.
A clean, loud sound echoed in the room. Alexa stumbled to the floor, holding her cheek, staring up in shock.
"You’re leaving this house in the next ten minutes," he said quietly, like a whisper made of ice.
"You—You’re choosing her over me?! I’ve known you longer!" Alexa screamed.
Leonardo didn’t even blink. "And yet you still never knew who I was."
He crouched down beside Bella, wrapping his coat around her shoulders.
"Are you hurt?" he asked gently, brushing her hair back.
Bella looked up at him, eyes trembling. "My head hurts..."
He scooped her up in his arms with ease, standing tall.
"Get out," he said again, not even looking at Alexa.
And this time, she knew he meant it.
Leonardo had only planned to speak to Bella again about Scarlett—maybe warn her gently, maybe just talk this time without raising his voice. He was still annoyed about dinner last night, but something about Bella’s sad eyes stayed in his mind, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he might’ve been too harsh.
But as he walked down the corridor, he heard something.
A scream.
His heart dropped.
He ran.
And what he saw inside Bella’s room made his blood boil.
Alexa—touching his wife. Pushing her. Pulling her hair. Shouting vile things at her while Bella trembled and cried, her soft voice begging her to stop.
He didn’t even remember when he walked in. His body moved on its own. His voice cut through the air like ice. And when he slapped Alexa, it wasn’t out of impulse—it was controlled. Measured. But filled with fury. He had never hit a woman before. But in that moment, Alexa wasn’t a woman. She was a monster, hurting inocent.
He picked Bella up carefully, like she might break in his arms. Her small body was shaking, and when he looked at her face—red cheeks, teary lashes, lips trembling—he felt something heavy press against his chest.
He gently laid her down on the bed, covering her with the blanket like she was something precious. His hand reached to touch her cheek, to wipe away her tears—but—
"No!" Bella suddenly flinched and pushed his hand away with trembling fingers.
He froze.
Her eyes were wide with fear, tears still falling silently down her face, her body curling in on itself.
Leonardo’s hand remained in the air for a second before he slowly pulled it back.
His voice was softer this time. "Bella... it’s me."
But she didn’t respond.
She just kept looking at the blanket. Hugging it. Trying to breathe. Her heart was racing so fast she didn’t know how to calm it. Everything happened so fast—she had just opened the door like any normal morning... and then everything twisted and spun like a nightmare.
Why did she pull her hair?
Why was she so angry?
Why did she shout those things?
She didn’t understand.
She was just sleepy. She just wanted to open the door.
And now she was here. On her bed. With pain in her scalp. With her heart racing.
Leonardo sat down at the edge of the bed but didn’t touch her again. He just stared at her, and the silence between them filled the room like a fog.