Novels by Bella Amanda

The elevator doors opened directly into the Russell restaurant. And as expected, the restaurant was beautiful. The Chandelier hung like icicles dipped in gold, casting soft glows across the white linen- covered tables. There was no loud chaos, no drunken crowd. It was elegant. Business men and women sat in their private booth, speaking in low tunes. It was obvious this restaurant wasn't for ordinary people. It was for the elite. “You must have wasted a lot of money.” Rachel said to Elara who only chuckled in response. “This way ma'am.” A young hostess said, guiding the two ladies to a booth. Rachel appreciated the hostess with a smile, sinking into the soft couch. The leather was cool under her thighs.Russell restaurant was the kind of restaurant where reservations were booked about weeks in advance, and money alone couldn't get you in. “What do you both like to eat?” The hostess said warmly, with a smile. “Rachel, are you going to eat now?” Elara asked. “Just get us wine. Than

Rachel's breath hitched. Bryce wanted to drop her off? It sounded so unusual and unlike him. Did he say it just to mock her? Or to make her regret the decision of accepting the divorce. She let out a bitter laugh, “That would be so kind of you. But you needn't to worry, I'll tell Alton to drop me. Thank you.” Bryce squinted before letting out an amused laughter. “Worry? I did not say I was worried, Rachel. I only said I want to drop you at your destination, and I will.”Rachel's chest twisted painfully. He had a way to say things that always hurt her, but he never cared. She swallowed hard as her hands clenched into fist to keep herself steady. “Bryce…” She was just about to speak when Bryce walked up to her and slid a hand on her waist. He raised her chin to meet his gaze as he stared into her chestnut eyes. “Come wife, let me drop you off. Wouldn't it be rude for a wife to turn down the request of her beloved husband?” He stared, waiting for a reply. Rachel stared into his eyes

Rachel's chest rose and fell, fury and heartbreak boiling together. “Why would you do that?” Her voice was shaky. “Because,” Marissa said calmly, “Bryce doesn't need your food. He needs me, the mother of his child.” She rubbed her stomach, lip twisting. “You should get used to it.”Rachel took a step forward, “You have no right to destroy what I create in my own home.” Marissa scoffed, “Your home? Sweetheart, that title is slipping away. You heard Evangeline yesterday, you are stopping the progress of this family.”Rachel clenched her jaw so hard it hurt. “You can insult me, Marissa. But you don't get to ruin everything I do. What is your problem?” Marissa laughed. “My problem? My problem is you.” She snapped. “Why do you think Bryce stayed with me last night? Why do you think he kissed my stomach before he left this morning? Because he loves me…but you— you're a hindrance!”Marissa tilted her head, voice soft but lethal. “Just get over this annoying love story. Bryce would not loo

Bryce gulped down his whiskey, “I don't even know, it just happened. I had slept with Marissa four months ago, and she came back, claiming pregnancy. I just feel guilty.” Bryce said to his only friend and business assistant. Richard had always been his special advisor when it involved business and relationships. “I really do not have a say in this matter, Mr. Voss.” Richard said honestly. “I just think you have to face Marissa since she is carrying the heir to the Voss family. Rachel couldn't conceive and it's not your fault.” “From my perspective I really think you need to give up on her. You don't have a choice.” Bryce nods in affirmation. “I know, but it's hard to make this choice, Rachel has never hurt me, she's innocent. I really don't want to let her go.” He says, gulping another whiskey. Richard takes a sip of his drink and refills Bryce's own. “Mr. Voss, you have only a choice. Marissa is pregnant with the heir of the Voss family, but Rachel isn't. If you are willing to

A dismissive laughter escaped Marissa's lips, “oh my goodness, you're so funny!” She said amused. “A place? What place if I may ask? Is it your matrimonial room? Your mother-in-law? Or maybe your beloved Bryce?” Rachel didn't respond. “Well, let me make this clear to you. Even Bryce had said it earlier, you do not have a place in this house anymore. Just stop hallucinating and snap back to reality. Bryce is mine now and forever.” Rachel smiled a little, “I know. I am fully aware that he will soon be yours, I am not going to push lines between the both of you, but I deserve to be respected.” She said calmly. Marissa stood up from the bed and stormed towards Rachel with a smirk. “I want to know,” Marissa said, placing a hand on her belly, “if you will still be here to watch me give Bryce the child you never could.” Rachel's blood ran cold. Of course, she was right! She wasn't able to conceive for Bryce but that isn't the reason why Marissa would look down on her. “With all

“I demand you divorce her tonight,” Evangeline repeated, descending from the stairs. “It's been almost three years of marriage— Bryce, will you keep waiting for a barren lady?” Barren? Rachel kept her expression composed, though the words felt like a slow acting poison quietly destroying her from the inside. “Rachel, we need to get a divorce.” Bryce said, voice cold. “As you can see, Marissa is already pregnant with my child. I don't think you have a place in this family again.”Something inside Rachel cracked, she wouldn't have felt anything if those words came from Evangeline or the lady who claimed to be pregnant for her husband, but hearing those words from Bryce felt like a betrayal. “Yes. We can't afford to raise our child in such a hostile home.” Marissa chipped in resting her perfectly manicured fingers on Bryce's chest. Rachel lowered her head, biting her lip from the pain threatening to spill out. She swallowed slowly. Rachel lifted her eyes to Bryce and her chest twist