Belle's POV

The days had been dragging on endlessly. My heart ached with the longing to see or at least talk to Zane. Since coming back home, I had been holed up inside the house and the most places I visit, I went were with the family driver.

And he was either taking me to and from work as if I were a child in need of constant supervision. Gradually my cup of tolerance was also coming to its end.

A loud knock on my office door broke my thoughts. I looked up to see Jane standing there, a smug look plastered across her face.

"What do you want, Jane?"...