His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 524 Arya

The moment Bella crossed the threshold, her world shattered. "Leo?!" The cry tore from her throat as she saw him prone and injured on the bed. Her heart cracked clean open.

"Who are you?!" a sharp, outraged voice shrieked. "Guards, why did you let some random woman in here?!"

Bella’s gaze snapped from Leo to a woman standing by the window. She looked to be in her late thirties, with a cold, elegant sharpness to her features, and she was looking at Bella with pure, undiluted venom.

At her shout, two guards who had been posted inside the room rushed in, looking tense. "Ma’am," one began, his voice low and urgent, trying to explain, "this is—"

But the woman, Arya, cut him off, her voice a whip crack of fury. "How easily you let anyone waltz in here! Don’t you have a brain?! Is security just a game to you?!" she continued to berate them, her jaw clenched so tightly the muscle flickered.

The guards exchanged helpless looks. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Bella slowly wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. The initial shock hardened into something cold and sharp. She turned to face Arya, her expression now a blank, unreadable mask.

"Excuse me," Bella said, her voice dangerously quiet. It cut through Arya’s tirade. "How dare you shout at him?" She took a deliberate step forward, her gaze locking onto Arya’s. "He did the only correct thing. He recognized me. I am Isabella Moretti. Leonardo’s wife."

The effect was instant. Arya’s eyes flew wide, a tremor of shock and something uglier passing over her face. Leonardo’s wife. The name was a trigger. It was the same name that had flashed incessantly on the phone screen she had been glaring at for hours, the phone she did not have the password to unlock. All she could do was angrily decline every call that came through, each vibration a fresh annoyance. And the name she hated most, the one saved under a glowing heart emoji... Bella.

Jealousy, sour and immediate, twisted Arya’s features. "Wife?" she sneered, recovering with a toss of her head. "He’s under my protection now. You need to leave. You’re disturbing him."

"Your protection?" Bella’s laugh was a short, brittle sound. "He looks very protected. I’m not going anywhere. And you..." she said, her eyes dropping pointedly to Leo’s phone in Arya’s hand, "will put his property down. Now."

"You have no authority here!" Arya shot back, clutching the phone tighter. "Guards, remove her! She is a disturbance!"

The guards did not move. They stood rooted, their loyalty visibly torn, their frustration mounting as the two women faced off in the tense, crowded room.

"I have every authority!" Bella’s voice rose, no longer quiet. The fear for Leo was now a funnel for pure, focused fury. "That is my husband! And you are a stranger holding him hostage in a bedroom! What is wrong with you?!"

Arya shouted back, her own composure fracturing into something shrill and desperate. "Do you know he was brought here in an emergency? My brother is the one who healed him! He’s the only reputed doctor in all of City F, and he gave permission for him to stay here! You just show up in your pretty dress expecting what? A thank you? He doesn’t need your drama right now!"

Bella’s eyes darted anxiously to Leo, her voice dropping to a fierce, urgent whisper. "You... lower your voice!" The last thing she wanted was for their screaming to disturb him, to pull him from whatever fragile peace his unconscious state provided.

But Arya only seemed to swell with more self importance. "No! You do not tell me what to do in my own house!" she hissed, stepping closer. "My brother saved his life. If you try to act smart with me, I will have you banned. I will have both of you banned from this place and thrown out! See where your husband gets his care then!"

Bella’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked in her cheek. She looked at the woman, this stranger who held Leo’s well being like a weapon. The threat was not just an insult; it was a cold, calculated strike against Leo’s recovery. A silent, volcanic anger settled deep within her chest. Even the guards watched, their own jaws clenched tight with shared frustration. They were all exhausted by this woman’s relentless drama.

"First, give me back his phone!" Bella demanded, her voice low and final.

Arya shook her head, a defiant smirk twisting her lips as she clutched the device tighter to her chest. "It’s not yours to demand."

"Take it from her hand," Bella instructed the nearest guard, her tone leaving no room for debate.

The guard did not hesitate. He had had enough. In one swift, decisive motion, he stepped forward, pried the phone from Arya’s grasp, and handed it to Bella.

Arya’s face flushed a deep, furious red. The loss of the phone, her last shred of control, snapped something inside her. With a strangled cry of rage, she lunged at Bella, her hand flying up to deliver a stinging slap.

But she never made contact. Two guards moved instantly, grabbing her arms and holding her back firmly. "Enough, Miss Arya!" one of them barked, his own patience visibly at an end.

Arya struggled against their grip, her eyes burning with humiliation and fury, but she was firmly, and finally, contained.

"I am telling this to my brother! I will have you all thrown out into the street!" Arya shrieked, her voice trembling with impotent rage.

Her threat, however, died in her throat. Her eyes widened in genuine shock as another guard entered the room. This was no ordinary sentry. He was one of Leo’s most trusted personal detail, a man who moved with lethal quiet. He did not shout. He simply stepped forward, his service pistol drawn and held in a controlled, low ready position, its barrel pointed unmistakably at Arya.

"I hope Miss Arya," he said, his voice a quiet, dangerous rasp that silenced the room, "you haven’t forgotten who we are. We have shown you respect because your brother helped our boss. But if you cross the line again, we will forget you are his sister. Do you understand?"