BellaBernice always said I was lucky but I don't see it, at all. I shut my eyes in fear without turning back to look at the speaker’s face.I should have known that he'll have people around watching my every move since he had serial killer tendencies.“How the hell did he get here so fast?”I thought he was out of the house. Was it all just a dream? I pinched myself. Nope! It wasn't. He was there and his green eyes pierced through my soul as I turned around slowly to face him.“I'm not interested in the contract anymore. I'm leaving,” I mustered all the courage I had in me and fought the tears that were burning my eyes.“Oh, but you can't leave, Bella.” The smile on his face creeped me out. “I've had it up to here with the fact that you didn't read the fucking contract. I'll have to explain the terms to you every single time. It was just five pages!” His smile had disappeared.“What has this got to do with the contract? I'm terminating it anyway. It doesn't matter anymore,” I opened
BellaThe flight to Miami was the quickest but longest flight of my life as I was on my toes the whole time.My stomach was unsettling and I wondered if it was the baby or my anxiety but I went in to use the restroom over six times during a one hour flight.“Are you alright?” He asked me after my sixth trip to the restroom.His sudden show of concern caught me by surprise but made me a little less nervous. My lips slowly moved into a small smile.“Yeah, I'm alright.”“Good.”“One more thing,” he continued. “Nobody must know that you're my wife until I say so. You're just one Mrs. Bella Rivera, the founder of Versa Link group of companies.”“Do you understand?”I nodded in agreement.As he turned away, my mind drifted back to last night's encounter with the strange old woman in my bedroom.She was on a wheelchair, hiding in my walk-in closet and she rolled out as she spoke.“Who are you?” I had asked her, awestruck. “How did you get in here?”“Don't be afraid, dear. I won't hurt you. I'
BellaI walked into the new, exquisite company building. It still had the new paint and furniture scent. At the reception, there was a signage with the words, “Versa Link group of companies.”I smiled brightly as my red bottom heels clicked noisily against the expensive floor tiles.Someone ran to grab my bag from me and I murmured a thank you. I was taught by Emily not to act too grateful as it will be obvious that I wasn't used to being wealthy.I walked majestically amidst the endless glances. For the first time in a long time, I enjoyed watching people gossip about me.The makeup artist and stylists had done the most fantastic job on me. I looked, smelled, talked and walked expensively.The entire city had heard what happened at the wedding and I was the talk of the town for a while before I chose to relocate to save my head.As expected, most of the staff members knew my story and the people who didn't, were informed very quickly.“Isn’t that Miss Bella? Wasn't she disowned by he
Bella“There must be a good reason why you were bothering me with calls all day. I was in a meeting and my phone kept buzzing. This better be good!” he shouted. I tilted my head slowly and scratched my hair a little so he would notice the person who was seated in my office. He stretched his neck a little when he realized that there was someone in there. He moved forward to look and he stopped in front of the visitor. This man's confidence was topnotch. I would be shaking if I had behaved like that not knowing that there was someone in the room.I was a little distracted by Xander's slightly open shirt but I cleared my throat and composed myself.“Get it together, Bella!” I shouted in my head.“If it isn't this bastard!” Xander shouted angrily, clenching his fists by his sides. “Huh? What the hell is going on? Did they know each other?”I was so confused and I really wanted to intervene before they killed each other. Knowing Xander a little, I knew he could get very violent. He mov
BellaIt was lunch time after the awkward meeting with Bruce and Xander was annoyingly quiet. The coldness written all over his face wasn't helping either as we walked out of the office together.“Please hold the elevator,” I shouted when he walked ahead of me. I couldn't run nor move fast in those crazy high shoes.You didn't really think he held it down, did you? He didn't but I made it.I was looking around the elevator for God knows what, holding one arm in the other nervously when my eyes hit something.I bit my lower lip so I wouldn't say a single thing about it but I couldn't resist it and the words flew out.“Your ehm—” I murmured. He turned slowly to look at me. I shut my eyes. “Your zipper is down,” I said as quickly as possible, just to get it over with.A part of me really wanted to do it for him as I had imagined a lot that could happen in split seconds.I opened my eyes and I saw him look down slowly. His hands moved in slow motion — at least that's how I saw it, towar
Mr. Rivera.I heard a knock on the door to my office while I was working on the computer in front of me. “Come in,” I answered, completely uninterested. Usually, the staff related any matter regarding the company to the manager I had put in charge.I was ready to send away anyone who came in when the door opened and two of my staff members walked in, one scurrying behind the other.The latter being the manager who was supposed to make decisions on my behalf.I knew this looked like trouble but I managed to maintain my composure like I always did. I looked up at them and raised my eyebrows. This was my way of gesturing to them to speak up for whatever reason they were in my office. “Sir, we have bad news,” one of them said. “And what is that?” I said firmly. Usually I'm unshaken by circumstances since I always find a solution and this time would not be an exception. I will always find a way out.“We have a problem, sir,” the manager said again, trembling and I was starting to feel
BellaI came out of the car moving as fast as my legs could carry me as soon as we pulled over in front of the penthouse at exactly four o'clock in the afternoon.The day was over so I had ditched the heels that hurt my toes so badly. I ran barefoot with my heels in one hand and my purse in the other, pushing the doors open as I heard the beep.It was straight to Xander's bedroom. I knocked with so much enthusiasm multiple times in a row.He opened the door and there he was, with nothing but loose gray sweatpants. The gasp escaped before I could stop it but not loud enough for him to hear.“Can I come in?” I asked, smiling.“Sure,” he said, walking in and leaving the door ajar. Rest assured that he didn't return the smile.“I have big news!” I exclaimed.I saw his eyes widen in anticipation and I wondered why he was so excited to hear the news since he was always indifferent.I brought out a neatly folded piece of paper, wrapped in an envelope from my purse and opened it to remove its
BellaI woke up to my usual routine of bath, breakfast and work. I have to admit, being wealthy was quite boring. I missed relating with my fellow college students, reading my novels and most importantly, staring at cute seniors.Like every typical pretty girl — maybe not typical, I was not a part of the cheerleaders group. I was part of the band. I found it fascinating and less cliche.One would think that since I had chosen a masculine path, I should be stronger than I was, stand up for myself and fight for what was mine.Nope! I only joined the band to avoid heart piercing and “outfit removing” glances from the guys around. The band uniform covered things that the excessively short cheerleader costumes couldn't.Not like I hated men, I just didn't think they were worth it. They were all horny animals and I was far too intelligent to fall prey to any of them.But there's this guy, alright…I was welcomed by a pleasant surprise at breakfast.“Nana!” I shouted in excitement, running to