BELLATRIX... On my way to the penthouse, I kept thinking about Victor's words. Even after everything my parents said to him, he still wanted to help me. If not gracious, then I don't know what else to call him! Even if anyone barely considers him inhumane, I'm sorry to say that those people have most definitely lost their minds, or perhaps they are jealous of his excellence... "We've reached, ma'am." Mathew's sudden words broke my thoughts as I looked out of the window, only to gasp out loud. In front of me was a villa instead of the apartment. Confused, I turned to Mathew. "What is this place? Why did you bring me here?" I asked briskly. "Sir asked me to bring you here," he replied calmly. "Did he? But..." I once again turned my gaze to the modern villa. Before my thoughts could run wild, my phone started ringing; it was Victor, and I immediately answered his call. "What is this place?!" My voice was shaky; I won't lie, I'm scared of sudden changes after being targeted a few t
BELLATRIX.... My heart was racing as I glanced at my phone, which lay a foot or two away from me, feeling completely confused. How did Roy find this?! I know for a fact that both my kidnappings were Florence's scheming against me. At first, I only thought she wanted me away for a particular time so she could gain sympathy and become Neil's fiancée. My heart, however, shuddered when I realized in the hospital that her sole motive was to kill me at any cost. If not for Victor that day, her desperate wish might have come true by now. I once again turned my gaze to the phone and slowly took it in my shaky hand. Since I've returned to my biological parents, I have never shared my ill luck with Roy or Mama; I did not want to burden them with my miseries anymore, which I successfully failed to do. But how did he manage to get this evidence? Was he following me? Then why did he never mention it before? I was wondering about many things when my phone started ringing, breaking my th
BELLATRIX.... An hour later, we were still in the shopping mall. Stella was shopping, or more precisely, she was warming up by looking at clothes, and soon she would start her main shopping. Now only God knows when that time would come! I, on the other hand, looked at a few tags on some clothes and bought three sets of formal clothes. I don't find it sensible to use Victor's card anymore, as it feels like I've used enough. After getting a job, I'll return to him whatever I used from his card. "This would suit you!" Stella said suddenly, holding a long dark red dress. "Backless, with a slit from mid-thigh," I murmured before clapping slowly. "Wow, you're aware of my taste too well!" I said sarcastically. She scoffed, "Would you say this to your husband too?" There was a faint smirk on her lips. I shuddered, realizing her words... Husband? I definitely wanted that, but with Neil, which would never happen now. I took the dress from her hand and put it back in its place. "I've alre
BELLATRIX.... "She's here..." Giana murmurs. "What, you work here?" There is a mockery in her tone. "It won't be surprising at all; after all, she married a poor man," Florence sneers. "He can't obviously support her demonic appetite." "You're right! I'm so glad brother changed his decision in the end! Look at her; what way does she look capable of being in our family? Only Florence can do justice to the name of Ryders," Giana says proudly. "I'm glad," I murmur with a frown, and I mean it. Florence and Neil complement each other strongly. I wonder how I remained so blind to not see the 'mind-blowing' similarities between them! "Oh! Is that so?" Giana arched her brow. "Everyone knows you're jealous of Florence and tried to hurt her many times. When your plan failed, including marrying Neil, you desperately turned to Victor and married a nobody!" She laughs. "Excuse me," I said, not wanting to entertain them anymore. "Hold up, you slut, where are you running away?" Giana hissed,
VICTOR.... "This year, our profit has increased by double the amount from last year, with 'Go-Food' and 'Yums,' both of which generated around 50 billion dollars in profit together...." I raised my hand, and President Samuel stopped as all eyes turned to me. I, on the other hand, was staring at the statistical digits on the huge screen in the meeting room: "41.79 billion dollars and 8 billion dollars. 'Yums' gave way less than 'Go-Food.' They have consistently shown us low profits for the last three years, and this is highly unacceptable." Samuel licked his dry lips. "Vice Chairman, we are trying to increase the profit, and they successfully raised 2 billion dollars in the last two years." "And all those profits were wasted on advertising their products, which showed me their zero increment in profit this year, whereas Go-Food gave us extra profits." I raised an eyebrow and lowered my head. "Yes, sir," he murmured. "There is no doubt that Go-Food is the profit earner. Start the
VICTOR.... I stared at her, unable to move. She was slowly backing away from me and turned around. "You must leave, Victor. You shouldn't have come here in the first place." Does she know the consequences of leaving her alone? She might not, but I do, and there is no way I'll leave her here in this prison. "I won't, Bellatrix. Come with me," I said firmly. She should trust me for the sake of those times when I saved her. She froze at my answer and turned to me. "Why are you being stubborn? Just leave, Victor." Anguish enveloped her voice, and fear sparked in her gaze. "They'll hurt you! I'm their daughter, and they did not bother about me, so think about what they will do to you! So, it's better for you to leave, Victor." I don't know whether to appreciate her bravado or scold her for her foolishness. Slowly, I approached her. This time she did not move, but her eyes were begging me to leave. I always liked this about her—her eyes are so expressive. "I won't leave without you,"
BELLATRIX.... He is gone just like that; he did not even look behind. Did I anger him too much? But how was it my fault? I did not instigate the fight, nor did I intentionally hurt Florence. For God's sake, I have no idea how she ended up getting hurt! "Ma'am..." A sudden call broke my thoughts as I blinked and noticed Mathew. He was looking at me worriedly. "Are you alright, ma'am?" he asked. Suddenly, I realized I was still in the car and quickly shook my head. "Uh—n-nothing. Good night, Mathew," I said, stepping out of the car. At the entrance, the servants greeted me, startling me in the process. Back in the Valdez Villa, I wasn't greeted by the servants and was not used to their respectful response; therefore, I need to get used to it now. I smiled at them slowly and walked up to my room with no trace of Victor. I wonder where he went? In his room, perhaps. Wait... we would have separate rooms, right? Several questions started roaming around in my head. Pacing in the r
BELLATRIX... I gasped. Shit! I forgot about Grandpa Gregory's birthday, tangled in my own shit. "Uhm, I—I almost forgot about this day; I didn't even prepare a gift for him," I murmured, feeling guilty. Frankly, Grandpa Gregory is the only person in Neil's family who has never judged me so openly. Although I'm not quite sure about his opinion of me, he was never rude to me; instead, he always showed kind gestures. So, forgetting his special day felt like a wrong move on my part. "I should go and buy something for him," I said, turning to Victor for his approval; after all, for now, I'll have to use his money. He slowly stood up, maintaining his elegance. Not owning anything, this man always seemed to own a lot; his elegance and domineering aura give a powerful vibe, unlike the reality of an ordinary man. "Don't be bothered; I've taken care of that part," he replied with his usual cold tone before putting on his suit and walking away. Suddenly, he paused, turning his head to me. "