LOGINBellatrix sat on the couch, leg crossed, counting down the seconds that had passed in her mind, when she heard it, the knock she'd been anticipating.
It was show time, she thought as she stood up from the chair. At first, her steps were steady, then, she made them shaky as she approached the door and pulled it open.
Damien stood on the other side of the door. His brows furrowed the moment his eyes landed on her and he reached up, placing his hand on her forehead.
"You're heating up, are you alright?" His voice carried a note of worry, strong enough to fool even the smartest of mind.
Thankfully, she was the mastermind behind this little plan and since he was putting on such a good show, it was only natural that she did the same too, right?
Taking a step forward, she wrapped her band around his neck. She felt him stiffen for a second under her touch before he relaxed.
She smiled softly and got into character just like she'd planned.
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“Damien Walker died twenty two years ago.”Bellatrix froze mid step, brows knitting together at the top of her head.Damien was...dead?Since twenty two years ago?That couldn't be possible. She'd just seen the sociopath yesterday, not even a week ago, and now, he's been dead for nearly twenty three years?That can't be.There's no way it could.She parted her lips, yet the words wouldn't leave her throat.Beside her, Avery eyed her with worry, while Charlie sat up straight, a frown on his little face.She could feel his eyes boring into her, but the news Nathan had dropped on her had her rooted in place.Finally, she cleared her throat."What?""You heard me right, Ms. Bellatrix." Nathan said, a bit softer. "Damien Walker died twenty two years ago after suffering a high fever at..." There was a pause, the sound of paper rustling filled the other end of the line, then Nathan continued. "G
The door to Charlie's room shut with a soft click.Cillian was left on the other side, staring at the wood with Bellatrix's words replaying in his mind, while Bellatrix approached her son with a soft smile, demeanor totally different from that of the one she used to talk to Cillian.“Where's the Pizza?” The child asked, eagerly sitting up.“Your daddy's getting it.” She informed, placed a kiss on his head and moved towards the chair. “He'll be back soon.”Charlie nodded while he pulled out her laptop from her bag and got comfortable. Despite all that's going on, she refuses to neglect her father's company.It took her a lot to get it, she wasn't going to waste all that effort.With that thought in mind, she unlocked her laptop and got to work, doing as much as she could remotely.By the time she was done going through the company's recent proposals, the door slid open and Cillian stepped in.Charlie perked up from where he sat, eyes shimmering with excitement, expression directed more
Bellatrix allowed her son to stay in her embrace for a few more minutes before she gently pulled back, placing her hand on both sides of his face and examining his expression.There was still a flicker of excitement and expectation in his eye, but the disappointment was quickly swallowing it up.“Disappointed, aren't you?” She asked softly, stroking his cheeks.Charlie hesitated but nodded. “I see what you mean now.” He muttered.“Mhm hm.” She hummed, pulling him into her lap and wrapping her arms around him. “Can't say I didn't warn you.” She tried to lighten the atmosphere, but when she felt him curl into her, she realized that attempt was falling woefully.A beat of silence went by before Charlie spoke again.“I always thought Daddy was going to be nice, warm and hold Charlie in his arms when he saw me. But he didn't. He treated me coldly and even pulled me by my bag like a cat.”
The night went by in a blur. The hours ticked by slowly, yet somehow, they flew by fast.Bellatrix had spent most of the night staring up at the ceiling, watching the clock, her thoughts filled with the possibilities and risks that could come with the arrangement she'd made with Cillian.However, she knew it was something that had to be done.The blood work would be taken first, that way, the doctor will have a chance to confirm if the bone marrow is suitable for Charlie or not.She didn't doubt the result. After all, Cillian was his biological father. There's no way he wouldn't be suitable, yet the fear of what was to come lingered at the back of her mind.But she knew it was a risk she had to take.Her little boy's life was in her hands and as his mother, it was her duty to keep him safe.So when the sun rose the next morning, she wasted no time in sending Cillian the address as promised. Right around that time, Charlie stirred, cra
“I’ll let you see your son, but only on one condition. If you agree to it, then I'll send you the location.”The moment those words rolled through the other end of the line, Cillian stood up abruptly, stunning the audience he currently had with him.The shareholders blinked in confusion and exchanged looks. But just as one of them parted their lips to speak, Cillian sent them a chilling glare.“I'm listening.” He held the phone closer to his ear, moving towards the floor to ceiling window in the room.The shareholders' eyes followed him, some of them stunned by the difference in his gaze and tone.On this side, he looked every bit like the ruthless business Lord he's known for. But the tone he just spoke into the phone with, resembled that of a man at his wife's mercy.Quickly, they shared another round of glance, all sharing the same thought.So it was true that the country’s richest man was a soft
Bellatrix’s heart lurched the moment her palm pressed against Charlie’s forehead.His temperature nearly matched that of the sun and the heat shot panic straight into her chest.“L-lee baby?” she whispered, shifting closer to him and shaking his shoulder lightly. “Lee baby, wake up.”Nothing. The lack of response made the sound of her heart beat drown out the incoherent words she was whispering.Her hand shot out the very next second—shaking with growing panic, which she quickly ignored as she pulled the blanket off him as if it were smothering him.With said trembling fingers, her hands skimmed his tiny body, brushing over clammy skin.Still, he didn’t stir.Her throat tightened. “Charlie?” Her voice cracked. She gave his shoulder a gentle shake, but he lay limp, lips parted as if lost in a heavy dream.The fear that always hovered at the edges of her mind came rushin







