NovelEnglishStella sat in a worn-out armchair, her mind wandering as she looked out over a desolate stretch of North American borderlands.
This place was poor and chaotic, not unlike the Wild West she'd read about in dusty old books. It was the perfect hideout for
someone like her, someone who needed to disappear for a while.
Dave knew this area like the back of his hand, and she felt safe here, away from trouble. But no matter how secure she felt, a wild
idea kept flickering in her mind—she wanted to have Beck's child. She wanted Beck to remember her forever.
She had always been like a street rat, scurrying through life, secretly admiring Beck, the golden boy who seemed to have it all. It
was foolish, she knew. Her affection would only bring him trouble. But for once, she wanted to be reckless. Dave was right; maybe
she was just fooling herself, but she couldn't help it.
She lowered her lashes, her fingers absently playing with the bottle of pills. "Dave, just think ofas crazy," she said with a wry
smile. "I really do like Beck."
Her words were tinged with resignation, a hint of defiance in her voice. "Hopelessly in love. | don't even know why. Maybe it's
karma. I've always seen men as meal tickets, using them to get by. But Beck is different."
When you love someone, you just know they're unlike anyone else.
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Dave was at a loss for words. He opened his mouth, then closed it, glancing at Stella's frail form. He sighed. "As long as you know
what you're doing. | can't stop you, but there's no guarantee you'll even get pregnant.”
That thought made Stella recall their heated encounter. Beck had been unyielding, leaving a lot behind. She refused to believe she
couldn't get pregnant.
A week later, news reached Beck that Bonnie had died—a gruesdeath from srare poison. Beck had always thought Stella
was crafty, but where did she find such a toxin?
Was it revenge for Bonnie's past bullying? Beck knew bits and pieces about Stella's rough past; it seemed she was settling old
scores.
Walter called, first asking about Bess, confirming Beck was still considering it, then surprising him by asking about Stella.
Beck was puzzled. Walter had never met Stella. Why the sudden interest? "Beck, I'm in a tough spot," Walter admitted. "You know
Jason, right? He's distantly related, but my parents owe his family a favor. Jason's in trouble, and his folks begged us to find Stella,
to get an antidote. If you know where she is, please, for my sake, letknow. Jason's still alive, but if he dies, Stella won't be safe
anywhere in North America."
Beck wanted to know where Stella was too. After taking her to the hospital, she'd vanished without a trace. He remembered her
saying she wanted to stay by his side, and he chuckled at the thought. He'd almost believed her, worried about what to do if she
was that persistent. But Stella was full of lies, a woman who couldn'tmit to any man.
"Walter, | truly don't know where she is."
Walter lit a cigarette on the other end. "The Moore family is also looking for her. If Jason dies now, even if Stella's found, she'll be a
dead woman walking. Jason's their only son. Stella's in deep trouble."
Beck fell silent, a wave of helplessness washing over him. He ordered the Sanders family to join the search for Stella.
Despite two weeks of searching, she remained elusive.
Jason didn't make it. He succumbed.
Walter's parents demanded Stella be held accountable, insisting she apany their son in death, regardless of when she's found.
Walter rubbed his temples. "Okay. My people are still looking. Once she's found, her body will be delivered to you."
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Stella wasn't a true member of the Sanders family, so Walter felt no need to hold back.
He took a deep breath and sent more search parties.
Beck sat on his couch, frustrated by the lack of news about Stella. She had vanished as if into thin air.
Meanwhile, his father and brother bombarded him with daily calls about Bess. Overwhelmed, Beck finally agreed to marry Bess,
but postponed the wedding until next year.
Too many things had happened this year; marriage was the last thing on his mind.
Dylan, sensing his brother's relief, promptly informed the Moore family, solidifying the alliance. With only a year until the wedding,
Bess frequently visited the Sanders estate, but Beck's lukewarm reception deterred her. She decided to bide her time, believing
that once they shared a home, she'd win him over.
A year later, the Sanders and Moore families gathered for the wedding. Beck stood in a crisp white suit beside Bess in the church,
as the officiant asked the fateful question.
"Mr. Sanders, do you take Miss Bess to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
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