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'Even the wound from the cigarette fire on my arm, he took good care of it. So good that my mom missed this and didn't notice.' I thought. I touched the layer of bandage on my arm, Luke's handiwork.That touch awakened something in my heart. 'This is not the time for you to raise your self-esteem, Belle. You're the one at fault here!'I take a long breath, so long, gripping the doorknob as a handle, then exhale. Once the weight on my chest began to ease, I was ready to step outside.I was worried that if I looked at the sofa, no one was sitting on it. Luke could leave me if he wanted to. If that happened, I didn't know what else to do."Luke..." His name came up spontaneously after I saw that the angle he was sitting in hadn't changed at all from when we last spoke."Are you done?" That was all he said. Seeing me standing stiffly in the corner of the room didn't melt the ice in his heart.I nodded my head in reply. Afterward, his gaze fell back on the screen of his laptop that was on.

I was in bad enough shape to end up colliding with all the people I passed in the corridor. There was a bright side to this misfortune. My staggering walk, carrying a pale body with hands dripping with blood, was bad enough to make other patients not feel sorry for me.Eventually, many of them offered me a car ride. If that wasn't enough, some patients who had just been discharged gave me some money. Assuming my condition was the result of my husband's domestic violence.Not entirely wrong. I returned to my new apartment without a hitch.Luckily, I still remembered the electric password. The electric key I had, I'd given it to Luke Davis when we'd argued earlier that day. The door opened, and the apartment with some extra furniture smelled on the tip of my nose."Sigh." I plopped down on the long sofa in the living room. Since when did this solo apartment feel so quiet? I bought this place to get away from both my mom and Luke Davis.The funny thing was, the sensation I received once

Notes: Belle's POV ends hereMattheo's POV begins*Chapter 47*"Mattheo... It's me, Belle-"After that, the voice I heard was no longer the typical voice of a woman. The anger I pocketed after discovering she dared to contact me after she escaped from my mansion, was temporarily buried deep.Moments when our call was almost cut off, I told my brain that I had misheard. But in the next second, I heard the voice of a man who was so close to her."Belle. Tell me where you are now," I said again. The inaction of her answer made my fingers impatient to find out her location.I called one of my secretaries who was still active at this hour. "Hello? It's me. Can you trace this call I'm picking up?""Pardon me?" my secretary looked confused. I sent him a recording of the landline signal Belle used to contact me."How long can you trace it?" I asked impatiently.My secretary was confused, and I could hear the noise of his partner in the background. He seemed to be at his home when I called."T

My feet stepped for the first time on a restrictive fence. All the safeguards were closed, but there was not a single guard in front of it."Excuse me. Can you open the gate?" I said after I found the only man around."Got an appointment?" the man asked. The darkness made him oblivious to my face, which should tell him who I am from just one look.I smell the scent of discord if things aren't going down well here. I grabbed ten bills from my wallet and held them in front of him who immediately rounded his eyes."Ekhem. Take your steps with wise caution, sir. There's a riot going on inside. It seems the kidnappers have taken a young pregnant woman as a hostage.""What?" I almost spontaneously spoke. "Pregnant woman?"Don't tell me.The gate opened immediately. My already dark foreboding slowly faded away, realizing there were tons of police cars parked in the inner courtyard. Explaining why the guard had trouble opening the gate if I didn't bribe him with some money.Among the crowded

"Mom! What the hell is this!?"The sun had not yet risen when I visited the office of my mother's company, which had just opened its gates. In the perception that my mom was there, I went in holding the fire of anger. Despite knowing what the consequences would be."I don't remember teaching you to be this disgraceful," my mother said. At her desk, two men in matching black suits were busy with the paperwork she was carrying.This early in the morning, the woman was busy with the various meetings she was preparing for leading up to our wedding day. My words must be worthless to her. But I will say it. I'll say it anyway. Because what she's doing right now is way beyond the pale."Look at this." I spread out several sheets of photos, the results of the investigations of several detectives I had hired. In front of her, I displayed all the photos without any censorship limit.My mother took a glance before her eyes focused again on the documents stacked in front of her desk. Her hand sign