Chapter 6 Belt

But no one's life was perfect.

Bella might have been unimaginably beautiful, but she had been born into poverty—an inescapable reality that clung to her no matter how flawless she appeared on the outside. 

It was her greatest insecurity, the one thing that gnawed at her no matter how many admiring glances she received or how many men fell at her feet. 

Beauty could open doors, but it couldn't erase the emptiness of her pockets, nor the constant fear of struggling for the rest of her life.

This fear had shaped her into who she was today. 

It was why she had used Jack in the past—because survival wasn't just about being smart, it was about knowing what assets you had and how to use them. 

Everyone in this world looked out for their own interests, and Bella was no different. 

She just happened to be born with a powerful advantage—her face, her body, and the natural charm that made men weak. 

Some people had money, others had power, but Bella? 

She had beauty, and she wasn't afraid to use it.

As she walked through the campus that day, her mind kept circling back to Jack. 

Should I go for him? she wondered. He was handsome, confident, and—most importantly—he looked like he came from money. 

Bella knew her worth. Even as a child, boys had been drawn to her. 

In grade school, in high school—wherever she went, there was always a line of admirers. 

If not for the strict training her mother had drilled into her from a young age, she might have been swept away by all that attention, lost in the illusion of love rather than understanding the reality of power.

Jack wasn't just another admirer, though. He was different. 

That evening, Bella headed home, her thoughts still tangled in the possibilities of what Jack could mean for her future. 

She took the bus, a familiar routine, the worn-out seats and faint smell of gasoline a sharp contrast to the luxurious lifestyle she dreamed of. 

The ride felt longer than usual, her mind weighed down with thoughts of ambition, strategy, and desire.

Finally, she arrived at a modest house—a small, unremarkable rental they had lived in for as long as she could remember. 

It wasn't home. 

Home was supposed to be a place of comfort, of security. 

But to Bella, this place was a reminder of everything she didn't have, everything she needed to escape from.

She pushed open the door and stepped inside, greeted by the sight of an exceptionally beautiful woman sitting at the dining table. Her mother.

She was breathtaking—an older, more refined version of Bella herself. 

Blonde, curvaceous, and effortlessly elegant, despite the cheap surroundings they lived in. 

Time had barely touched her, but her sharp, knowing eyes held a depth of experience that Bella had always admired—and feared.

Her mother glanced up, immediately noticing the look on Bella's face.

"Something on your mind?" she asked, setting down the cup of tea she had been sipping.

Bella hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, her voice firm but laced with an excitement she couldn't quite contain.

"Mom," she said, her lips curling into a slow smile. "I think I found the one."

"Really, now?" Bella's mother said, arching a perfectly shaped brow, her interest immediately piqued. 

She leaned back in her chair, studying her daughter with sharp, knowing eyes. 

A slow, amused smile curled at the edges of her lips.

Bella had brought up men before, but rarely with this level of seriousness. 

She could tell just by the way her daughter spoke—this wasn't just some casual crush or fleeting attraction. 

No, this was something more. Something calculated.

She set her teacup down with a soft clink and folded her hands in her lap. 

"Give me his name," she said smoothly, her voice carrying the weight of experience. 

"And we'll find out everything there is to know about him—his family, his background, his wealth. Whether he's worth your time or not."

She wasn't asking out of mere curiosity. In their world, love was a luxury, but security? 

That was a necessity. Bella understood that as well as she did.

***

One week later, Jack and Bella's relationship had grown from casual acquaintances to something far deeper—a great friendship. 

Jack's natural charisma and easygoing personality made it effortless for him to connect with people, and his sense of humor was a key part of that. 

No matter who he was talking to, he had a way of making them feel at ease, making conversations flow smoothly and naturally. 

With Bella, it was no different. 

She had always been the center of attention, the one everyone admired, but with Jack, she didn't have to try so hard. 

He made her laugh, and for once, she could let her guard down.

The connection between them felt effortless, and Bella found herself looking forward to their conversations and time together. 

Jack could feel it too. He got her exactly where he wanted. 

It also didn't hurt that Jack's father, Charles, had recently bought him a new car. 

It wasn't just any car—it was a sleek, top-of-the-line model that screamed luxury, a car that instantly commanded attention. 

Jack had to admit, it was a sweet deal. 

His father had always been generous, especially when it came to supporting his only son. 

Charles believed in giving Jack the best, ensuring he had every advantage to succeed and enjoy life.

His mother, on the other hand, had a different perspective. 

She preferred to keep things simple, often advocating for practicality and frugality. 

Coming from a modest background herself, she was reluctant to indulge in luxuries that she felt weren't necessary. 

But despite her hesitations, Charles had managed to convince her, assuring her that sometimes, it was worth spending a little extra to provide Jack with the tools he needed to thrive.

In the end, her love for her son and her trust in Charles won out, and the new car was a result of that compromise.

This was exactly how things had played out in his previous life as well—his father, always there to back him up with whatever he needed.

Jack couldn't help but laugh to himself. 

"Thanks, Dad," he thought with a smirk, revving the engine of the shiny new car. 

"Even though I'll eventually take Mom from you, at least you'll never know about it." 

As Jack began to feel like he had everything figured out, as if he were on the verge of winning Bella's heart and pussy, fate decided to intervene. 

Something, or rather someone, decided to introduce an unexpected twist to his story.

"I heard from your sisters that you've got yourself a girlfriend, Jack," a sweet, melodic milf voice said, with a hint of curiosity and worry.