YSABELLEA meeting has occurred and Ronan couldn't stop frowning at the employee who's reporting in front of us. His face cannot be painted by anyone while he is sitting in my father's chair.I tried to turn my back on him while sitting next to him. Where else could I sit? This is the only chair they want me to sit on.I can't concentrate at the meeting, maybe because rage is still within me and I can't look at Ronan because my blood rises every time I see his frowning face.He used to have that kind of face all the time while at work.Was it my fault for doubting his feelings? He keeps mentioning Candice's name and he also opened up the topic, not me. So it's practically his fault, not mine!If he hadn't been angry because I went to see Candice, we wouldn't be like this.After the meeting, I left the room first as fast as possible. But before I could open the door of my office, I felt a presence behind me.With the thought Ronan followed me silently, my heart leaped.“I noticed how y
RONANI stretched my arms, groaning at the pain at the back of my neck and spine because of sitting for hours. I didn't notice the time which marked ten in the late evening, so I decided to spend my night here in my office at the Cortez Enterprise.I'm busy building my own company and monitoring Belle's company here in Paris, France. Since I already decided on a joint business with Belle’s family, I have to make sure that the Cortez's stocks remain steady or it's much better to go back to how it was before the issue with Connor.It's actually exhausting, but this is my only way to be with Belle all the time.I remember my fiancee again.I checked my phone thinking she left me a message because I'm still not home. However, I was only disappointed to see no message from her.She's really angry.Well, I admit it's my fault too for scolding her, but... I just can't help thinking differently.What makes me even more mad is that she keeps doubting my feelings for her. Does she think I'm onl
RONANI closed the door and shoved the clothes on the floor, which was on my way.“Je dois te parler maintenant.”(I need to talk to you now.)“SORTIR!”(GET OUT!)The woman under him seems under the influence but still has a sense of shame while being naked and fuck in front of a random man.I looked away because they are eyesores. “Je suis vraiment pressé, alors parlez-moi calmement.”(I'm really in a hurry, so talk to me in a calm manner.)“J'AI DIT SORTIR !”(I SAID GET OUT!)“Ne me mets pas en colère.”(Don't make me angry.)I pulled out my gun, hiding inside my coat chasing the man to widen his eyes in fear.The woman was about to scream when I pointed the gun at them but I kicked her clothes in their direction, indicating to get dressed and leave.She pushed the man immediately, took her clothes, and ran outside without even wearing them.She must be a prostitute. The man sat on the floor with his jaw clenched this time. It seems like I cut off his happiness in life.I leaned
RONANWhen I landed back in Paris, my phone couldn't stop receiving calls and messages from someone I didn't know. I refused to answer them and turned it into silence. But one message that caught my attention was the news from my secretary in New York.George Cortez was now in hospital arrest.The news didn't give the full details, but I know this has connected to Lucia or Shaine.I'm not sure if this makes me happy or not because I know Belle is now stressed out about the situation. However, there's part of me that George deserves this.I headed to the hospital and found Belle looking distressed while on the phone. She must have called her aunt or Cleo.I immediately rushed to her when she met my eyes. Her eyes start to well up in tears. I held her hand tightly as I gazed at the door of where George was. Police officers are standing at the door.I pulled Belle in the corner. “Belle, what happened?”“They said he killed Shaine and they know about Lucia. He’s now in hospital arrest.”
YSABELLE Even though I am so damn mad at Ronan, I still went home to be with the kids. I can’t reach my aunt but I forgot she’s in Russia. I know she's coming back because the news broke out. However, as I arrived home, a lot of reporters were outside the villa. As soon as they spotted my car, they sprinted to me and flashed those lights from their cameras. I covered my eyes because it hurt even though there was a car mirror.“Ms. Cortez! Ms. Cortez!”The driver was having a hard time getting inside the villa because of the people blocking our way.“Is there any other victim?”“Is your father now leading the mafia of your uncle?”I shut my eyes tightly while devastatingly grasping my hair.“Are you back to doing dirty business?”“What will happen to the company?”“Is he guilty of the accusations?”“What is his intention for killing someone?”And those questions go on and on like a damaged disc in my ear until we finally enter the villa. The securities immediately close the gate bef
YSABELLEMy fingers tightened around the phone. I couldn't believe I heard his voice again after a long time.“Connor?”“Is my mother okay?” My lips parted as I walked back and forth, and I didn't know how to answer his query.“Where are you?” I instead asked.“Is my mother doing well?”He instead repeated.I tightly shut my eyes in frustration. “Yeah, she's doing better in our hands than yours.”“I need her back.”I rolled my eyes and walked to the window, gazing outside the house to see if there were still reporters outside. I guess he already knew about my father's issue, that's why he wants to attack anytime now, and he started to attack me by taking his mother.“Don’t drag her in your mess, Connor. She’s sick and I know you know it too well.”“She’s my mother, so it's my decision whether she stays in your hands or not.”My jaw clenched. “Just surrender, Connor. You will only get a light sentence if you do. Stop adding to the fuel.” I said with gritted teeth.What does he want? H
YSABELLE“Ronan, can't you knock?!” I couldn't help but exclaim at his sudden appearance at the door. He startled me to death, wearing that long face.He stared at me intently before lowering his eyes to my hands behind my back.“What's that?” My fingers tightened around the phone. “I'm not hiding anything.”“Belle.”This time, he used his warned tone, which made me gulp anxiously. Even if I lie to him, he will still find out. So I should come clean before he spews fire.I handed him the phone.“I found this under my father's bed.” He seemed stiffened while staring intently at the phone, which made me frown. “What? Is it suspicious? Let's open it. Maybe we can find something–”“I'll take care of this.” He immediately grabbed the phone from me.“Don't be selfish. I want to see–”“Belle, we will surrender this to the police.”I stopped. Seriously? Can he at least investigate if the police’s accusation was true or not? Does he really believe them that my father killed Shaine? Just b
YSABELLEWhen we arrived at the mansion in Nice, Ashton was burning. So we immediately called an in-house doctor to check if he was severely sick. Thank God, he's not critical.Ashley was now with Cleo in her room. She was so worried about Ashton that she couldn't stop crying. Cleo calmed her down before we arrived.However, my aunt is nowhere. She left when they arrived here and didn't even tell Cleo where she was going.I wonder where she is.After dinner, I have my dinner with Ashton in his room and I'm glad he's not picky in food, unlike Ashley when she's sick. After an hour, he goes back to sleep.While tucking him in his bed, the door suddenly opened and Ronan came in with milk for Ashton.“How is he?”“His fever went down.”I accepted the milk and drank it instead of my son because he was already asleep; it would be a waste if I didn't. “That's good.”He sat at the bedside of Ashton and kissed his forehead. He then strokes Ashton's hair with his warm and big hands.“He rarely