"We genuinely-"I reclined in my seat and interrupted him. "Quick question, is a daughter just a tool to be used by you? Is that what all we are to you? Is that what Bella has always been to you?" I paused and an image of Mark carrying a blood-covered Bella crossed my mind. "I'm genuinely curious, h
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!"
I told him my destination and we got going. The cabman pulled up at my destination. After I made a transfer to him, I watched him drive away.As I stood there,my eyes took in the vast luxurious office building. Opposite it was the cafe where I had caught Sydney eavesdropping on my conversation with
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. H
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
I opened the down drawer by my right and brought out one of my bank cards. Then I placed it on the table and pushed it to the other side of the table where she would be able to reach it.I pulled my hand back and nodded at the card. "There is a million dollars in that card. Maybe even more. Take it
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 d
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 f*es so