MARK'S POV"Here is Miss Bella's tracking report," I heard my assistant say.I murmured a response to him, then after a few seconds, I looked up from the files that detailed everything that was to be known about GT Group's latest investors only to catch the back of my personal assistant as he rushed out the door.I stopped, wondering why he was in such a hurry. My eyes back fell on the report I had tasked him to that he came in to drop. Even though I wanted to personally read through every detail of the report, I was too busy so I was going to ask him to summarize the report since he compiled it after the private investigator he hired carried it out but now he was gone.I reached for my my phone, and was about to place a call through to him but I stopped. My gaze traveled to the report lying on one side of my desk, on top of the stacks of files I still had to go through.Going through the report shouldn't take up to, at most, thirty minutes. So instead of calling my assistant and havi
MARK'S POVI rushed after the nurses as they wheeled her inside the hospital with a stretcher. There had been no help when I called for it after Bella started bleeding but immediately I got downstairs, the ambulance had arrived. Immediately, I got into the ambulance and held her hand. I called her name several times and hoped she would wake up but her eyes just remained shut.The doctor burst out of a corner, his stethoscope carelessly hung around his neck. As we both briskly walked after the nurses pushing the stretcher, I explained what had happened to him."I think he must have hit her, because she just suddenly started bleeding."The doctor nodded and stepped into the ward where they had taken her. She was already placed on a hospital bed. I was not allowed inside the ward, so I stayed outside the door and watched through translucent glass in the door.The doctor shook his head as he examined her. Then he said something to the nurses with him. They nodded and rushed out of the roo
SYDNEY'S POVI raised my eyes at the headline of the news that just popped up on my notification bar. The eye-catching headline read, "Scheming Woman Suffers Miscarriage, Loses Her Ticket into Wealth."A photo of Mark carrying Bella who was covered in blood into an ambulance was attached to the blog post. Though their faces were slightly blurred by thin mosaics, anyone familiar with the upper echelons would recognize them at a glance, especially since Bella had been flaunting her pregnancy pictures everywhere on social media."Did they have a fight or something?" I wondered curiously, but the curiosity wasn't enough to make me open the news and get distracted from work.I sighed and swiped the screen to the picture of the sample of the jewelry that a client wanted - it was why I had picked up my phone in the first place. I compared it to the sketch I had made and shook my head. I was satisfied with what I was doing. I was definitely on the right track and the one I sketched seemed eve
BELLA'S POV"Thank you." I still laid on the bed and back was turned to them as I bit out harshly, sounding not even a little bit grateful. "Can you leave now?""B-""Mum!" I furiously turned to them and my eyes shot daggers at the both of them. "Can you just leave? I just want to be alone, please!"My chest rose and fell in anger as I watched both of them exchange glances then they stood up and walked out of the room.I glanced at the things they had brought for me. I pushed the food aside and grabbed my phone. I frantically scrolled through the news channels,the blog posts and the comments. Just as they had said, it was already everywhere. Every entertainment news, channel and blog was mocking me for getting ditched by Mark.'Gold digger faked pregnancy to trap Billionaire Mark Torres.''Woman who tried to force herself into the Torres family by getting pregnant had a miscarriage after which the Torres heir broke up with her.''Plan crashes; Bella Michael loses her ticket to the Tor
SYDNEY'S POVThe address that Mark sent me indicated that he was at Luigi's bar. My gaze fell on his car by the side of the road as I drove to the parking lot and parked my car.I made my way into the bar. As I looked around, searching for where Mark might have taken a seat, my eyes fell on Luigi. He was already looking at me. As our eyes met, he pointed his index finger and middle finger to his eyes and faced it in my direction. "I am watching you," he mouthed.I rolled my eyes and pressed one of my fingers to my eyes. "I will gouge out your eyeballs," I mouthed back. Then I turned and walked to Mark's private room. Since he was not on the down floor then he was definitely in one of the VIP rooms."Sydney…" Mark's eyes instantly fell on me and he slurred. "You're here, come come, take a seat," he patted on the space beside him.I paused at the door and eyed the empty bottles on the table. I shook my head at his form, he was gulping another cup of whiskey. How many had he taken? Anywa
MARK'S POV"Sir, Miss Bella is here to see you. She's waiting downstairs as I speak." I raised my head from the stack of files on the desk as the voice sounded through the telecom.I reclined in my seat and wondered why she was here this time. Has she cooked up some lie she was very convinced that I would believe? I won't be surprised if she says she now has leukemia.I leaned forward and pressed the call button. "Let her in!"Let's hear what she has up her sleeves this time."Right away, sir," the voice on the other end came immediately.Few seconds later, I watched as the door creaked back as it was gently pushed open. Bella walked in.My eyes scanned her from head to toe; she was dressed in a black turtleneck dress that tightly hugged her graceful figure, her plum lips were coated in a rich red color and a large fancy, black rimmed sunglass sat on her delicate nose and obscured her expression from any onlooker."Hello, Mark," she said in a detached voice as she stood before me, her
SYDNEY'S POVI stared at the man who supplied us with cotton, my mouth agape. His mouth was pulled tight and he had refused to meet my gaze as he remained adamant."Why?!" I reiterated. I have asked this question a thousand times but all the man just kept telling me is that he just did not want to do business with Luxe vogue again.Now, a mere supplier telling us that he wasn't interested in supplying raw material to us would not have been an issue. I mean we could easily search for another supplier with the same quality. Yes, the process of getting a legit supplier with the same high quality will be cumbersome but we will get one.Now the issue here was that, for weeks now, all of Luxe vogue suppliers have been pulling out. Some, like this one seated before me, were polite enough to come to meet us in person and withdraw their services while some did not even bother, they just sent a mail - Good day, I will not be rendering my services to your company again. Thank you.And that was i
His breathing was harsh as he spoke, "Thank Goodness. I thought you wouldn't be in.""What is it this time?" I asked numbly. I couldn't even think straight anymore."The Luxe vogue logistics and warehousing partners called," he said as he spread out papers on my table. "They've raised their fees so they're demanding a year's fee in advance or we could as well look for other partners."Grace and I exchanged glances. Grace abruptly stood up. "I can't do this right now. I can't! You'll meet in the conference room," she erupted and stormed out of the door.I watched her leave. It was insane, all of these things that were happening. It was all happening in a blur that it was hard to keep track."Tell them we would pay," I told the accountant. "They should give us some days." Then I muttered under my breath, "this isn't the best time to start sourcing for new partners. Luxe vogue is literally in ruins."I dragged my feet to the conference room when the time for the meeting came. There were