Back at the resort, Sarah's phone beeped beside her.Placing the magazine she was reading down, she reached for the device and accessed the text message.[Proceed as we discussed.]The simple message from Regina read.Looking at it, Sarah felt somewhat disappointed. She'd truly hoped that their first plan would have worked, that way, Bellatrix would be gone for good.But oh well, it seems like that wasn't going to be possible. And as much as she wanted Bellatrix to completely disappear, they couldn't risk being found out.Pushing the disappointment to the back of her mind, Sarah stood up, a smile slowly dancing along her lips.But still, that didn't mean Bellatrix was safe.She'd just escaped the easier fate for her and unfortunately, taken the road down the hellish path.After tonight, she'll never be able to show her face again.Looking down at her phone, she quickly replied. [Understood.]Once the messag
Bellatrix arrived at the meeting point for the group meet up—the same restaurant where they'd had dinner yesterday.Thomas was already waiting for her at the entrance along with some of the other important employees that were required to be present for the meeting.He bowed as soon as he saw her."Mrs. Laur—Bellatrix," he greeted politely, eyes drifting behind her before he bowed again. "Mr. Laurent."Bellatrix didn't need to look over her shoulder, she heard Cillian's footsteps stop not too far away from her, his presence lingering like the heat of the sun you can never get used to."Did you happen to get your bruise treated yesterday?" Thomas asked.Bellatrix felt her lips twitch."I did." Cillian answered flatly. His eyes drifted in Bellatrix's direction, lingering on her for a few seconds before he looked around. "Is this everyone?""Ah, no, we're currently waiting for Miss Regina and–" Before he could fin
Bellatrix woke up to the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom.For the first minute or so, she didn't move. She stared at the ceiling, with only one thought going through her mind.Her night had been totally horrible.She tossed and turned most of it, Damien's words replaying in her mind like some overheard music that she could seem to turn off. By the time she felt exhausted, truly exhausted, the sky was already dancing with light.And if she was to accurately guess how long ago she'd fallen asleep...She glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand. The white numbers stared back at her; 8:39 AM.That was approximately 3 hours ago.She'd only gotten 3 hours of sleep.Great.Sighing, she pulled the duvet off her body and sat up, leg handing out of her bed. Her eyes travelled in the direction of the couch and she found it empty.No Cillian, just a blanket neatly folded.Her eyes drifted towards the bathroom, then after a few seconds, she looked away, sighing heavily and reac
While Bellatrix forced down her second scoop of food, Damien watched her, eyes narrowed and a flickering of amusement slithering across his expression.Clever, he thought, turning to face his own empty plate. Even though she's lied, she'd manipulated Regina using what she knew would hurt her the most.Recalling the look on Regina's face before she stormed off, he nodded, impressed.It worked like a lucky charm."You're not going to ask why I lied?" Bellatrix spoke softly, her voice cutting through the silence that had placed a veil down between the two of them.Damien glanced at her. Although she wasn't looking his way, he could tell that she was watching, observing and waiting for his answer.He shook his head. "No. Not unless you want me to."She finally met his gaze, staring at him for a few seconds before she looked back at her plate, the corners of her lips tugging upwards slightly."You're good at pretending."He gave a shrug. "When you live in a society like ours, it's a skill
Surprise washed over the table in two waves.First, the silence before the storm. Everyone was stunned, eyes wide mouth hanging agape as they stared at Sarah.Then came the second wave, the whispering. Heads turned, mouths moved and somewhere through the growing chatters, Sarah heard it, the sound of a camera shutter.That was enough snap her out of her dazed state and out of the blues—"Ahh!"She shrieked, the sound cutting through the whispers that were floating around the table. The sound of her chair screeching against the floor followed shortly after as she stood up, bumping into the table and nearly knocking the chair down.She turned to face Bellatrix, so sharp that some particulars of the soup slipped off her hair. Through her soaked hair, she glared, or at least, tried to."You...how dare you do this to me–""Don't paint me to be the bad person now," Bellatrix said, her voice flat, almost sounding bored, th
Twenty five minutes, two changes in outfits, one internal debate on whether she should go down for dinner or not and a single growl from her stomach, later, Bellatrix walked into the restaurant situated a five minutes' trek away from the resort.Nathan was the first to spot her, waving cheerfully at her before she rushed up to her."Miss Bellatrix," he greeted, grinning from ear to ear as usual.Seeing his cheerful attitude eased some of Bellatrix's bad mood. She smiled softly at him."Mr. Thomas was just about to send someone up to get you," Nathan pointed at the man who was already approaching them.Less than a minute later, he stood in front of Bellatrix and gave a polite bow. "Mrs. Laurent,"He greeted, but Bellatrix's eyes twitched at the title.She was growing to hate it by each passing day. She really needed to act fast and get rid of it.Tucking the disturbing thought to the back of her mind, she forced a smile.