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Bella's P.O.V
I sat quietly, slicing a piece of meat on my plate because that was the least I could do: eat and remain irrelevant, as I've forcefully learned within these past years. I kept my eyes buried on my plate as I tried to ignore the pangs in my chest seeing how close together Linda and my husband, Alex sat as they chattered on.
I'd never sat so close to him in all the three years we've lived as husband and wife because he would never permit it. But here she was, not just sitting close to my husband but encircling her hand around his arm, right in my face, and he did nothing. Nobody did.
They were all blinded by the aura of Linda, a child born with a golden spoon that reciprocated and aligned well with their status as the formidable Hayes. Since I was short of that class, I was nothing but a ghostly creature nobody noticed, a naive girl lost in a world of fantasy through art and a despicable mistake Alex brought to the family.
Just when I lifted a chunk of meat to my mouth, Linda reached out for the bowl where the vegetables were served pushing aside her meat. "This is more healthy, Bella". She said, lifting the bowl to my face. All eyes turned to me, something I had dreaded all through the night and I froze. I felt like crawling under the table, away from their suffocating gazes. "You're adding a lot of weight already. Don't you think it's time to go on a diet and cut back on the food?" She asked, with a sarcastic, concerned look.
My mouth suddenly felt dry, and for a thousand and one reason, my heartbeat accelerated. I looked around, smiling nervously to mask the sting of embarrassment while I did a mental ransack for the right words. "Yeah, I.....I should. I just—"
"Oh Linda, that's so thoughtful of you. No wonder you're still in shape after all these years, look at you!" Mrs Caroline, my mother-in-law praised Linda, cutting me off rudely like I was babbling. She turned to me, and all the smile on her face turned to hateful scorn, "You can as well empty the refrigerator while going home. We have enough meat to last you for a month, so you can eat non-stop. I guess that's what you're good at after all".
They all laughed heartily like it was the entertainment they had anticipated all along. "Oh, mummy!" Linda pleaded jokingly, still laughing. "She is still my lovely friend from college and a foodie as always. But I can help her since I'm back now. She can try to be like me".
I bit my lower lip at her words, so hard that I felt the metallic taste of blood down my throat. It pained me so much that her words were getting to me. That was a big, fat lie. But who was I to challenge Linda in front of everyone?
That has always been the basis of her friendship with me in college. I was always the one to be degraded in front of others for her glory to shine bright. How could I have been a foodie for someone who barely ate three square meals as a child raised by a struggling single mum?
And what in God's name was wrong with my weight? Nobody ever complained about it but because Linda pointed it out tonight, they all bobbled their heads in agreement. I looked at Alex for some help, for him to defend me at least and salvage the situation, but he didn't spare me a glance and just sat there mindlessly while she said those hurtful things to me.
"What help can you render to something already damaged. That's a waste of time darling. You know this unworthy riffraff can never be like you, Linda. She is way out of your league". Sophia, Alex's sister, chimed in, shooting me a soul-crushing glare.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at them, simultaneously contributing, in turns, to my ordeal, their voices fading away into the background as my thoughts trailed off. Why was it so easy to forget a good did than a bad one? Why had they forgotten so soon that this unworthy riffraff was the same three years ago that saved their faces from shame when their darling Linda ditched their son on his wedding day and ran to God knows where? Had they forgotten so soon?
I was obliged to marry Alex despite his cold gesture and demeanor toward me. I loved him to a fault. I had my hope alive that one day he would see my worth and fall for me. But he never did. Linda had always been the one in his heart and there was no space left for me. Not even the thinnest.
The atmosphere seemed to mock me as hot sweats formed on my temples, a tip of the heat brewing in my insides, as reality dawned on me. Linda's return screamed only one thing, clear as crystal: My services as Mrs Alex was no longer needed.
Alex's POV My attention wasn't on the chandeliers. Or the orchestra. Or her excitement. But somewhere in the crowd. My eyes continued moving slowly through the sea of faces as we made for that table. Searching. Waiting. Because I knew Dragos was here tonight. He should be.Near the curved balcony staircase at the end of the hall, ten more steps would've taken us there, to those broad shoulders I sighted standing at the foot of the stairs, palmed dark hair brushed back in careful precision, light skin tone, and a still posture - the exact one I've been accustomed to. My heartbeat froze.Because even from that distance, even after all these years, there was something unmistakably familiar about that silhouette. My fingers tightened around Bella's hand. That looked exactly like Dragos. My eyes had already decided before my mind could catch up. Was I to take Bella to him now?The thought barely settled before his movement broke the illusion. I discovered he had a phone in his hand and h
Alex's POV The lights flashing from every corner were blinding, the bustling murmurs of crowds filled the air, cameras capturing elite personalities, apparel whispering in cool shrills graciously on the floor, beautiful ladies draped delicately on the arms of their gentlemen as they alighted their vehicles. This was more like an opening night for the Le Bal des Étoiles charity gala. It was a place where kings met, whether to show off or for an alliance. A search for dominance was the word for them tonight. Everyone dressed to impress, to outshine, to be relevant, swaying their bodies elegantly to be caught in the spotlight of the numerous cameras that clicked without exhaustion. This was the kind of meeting everyone especially the old-money European families, art patrons, diplomats, discreet billionaires, and 'power couples' looked forward to.It was well known for prestigious charity fundraising, philanthropic awards, private auctions of art, rare jewelry, and heritage pieces. Nam
Alex's POV Our ride arrived soonest - a sleek black Rolls-Royce stood by the curb, its polished body reflecting the golden streetlights as the driver stepped out to open the door. I guided Bella gently into the passenger seat before taking mine, beside her. This year, the Le Bal des Étoiles charity gala was scheduled to take place at the magnificent Palais Garnier Opera House, located in the heart of Paris. So we were in for quite a journey.There was this heavy silence between us, thick with unspoken words. What transpired back at the hotel had somehow seeped in, like the invisible third guest that sat uninvited. I cleared my throat awkwardly a dozen times, working on my bow tie to loosen it. I could feel the tension rising inside me, and the lump in my throat I had to exhale heavily like a burdened horse, to press down. It wasn't the awkward kind of tension. No! It was the kind that came with my heart beating wildly against my chest, like a caged lion.Heat beads gradually pulsed
Alex's POV I worked on my cufflinks, every now and then wondering why the shower was still on. Until it stopped abruptly, making me shoot my head instantly to the bathroom door itching to applaud Bella. She finally decided she had scrubbed enough."Alex, you're still there?," I heard her call out from inside the bathroom and I stiffened mid-motion. Oh right! She needed space to get dressed so we could head out."Yeah!", I responded sharply, making sure my voice was high enough for her to hear, as I tackled the last one. "Heading out now so you can get dressed". The door creaked open before I could move and I stood spellbound, refusing to move. The only thing that rang out in my head was the thought of Bella striding out of the bathroom naked, probably with only her panties on, thinking I had left the room. I swallowed a large lump that had formed in my throat and refused to lift my eyes to avoid a mistake she wouldn't want me to make. "I was about heading out", I said stiffly, hea
Claud's POVI dragged my feet to the glass door under her gaze, still thinking of any excuse to give. But there was none. I dialed Lord Lee's number as soon as I got into the car, panicking before I even heard the answer he was going to give. With my elbow slanting from the armrest, I struck my head with my index finger listening to the automated ringer. If they were smart enough and did hide their location, then that would be good. But if they didn't, that would be bad. Too bad.He picked. "Sir".I hesitated, rubbing vigorously against my temples. "Lee... the broadcast today. I want to hear that you cleaned up your trail and cut off every signal that could lead to you".There was a brief pause on the other end before he said calmly. "Yes, sir. Every loose end was covered. Our location can't be trailed. I made sure of that". "Hidden well... completely?" I pressed, lowering my voice."Completely, sir."I lifted my brows at once, relief sagging my shoulders. "Oh. Really?", I asked wit
Claud's POV I couldn't even hide the confusion that came with those words. "She wants Linda released soon", she added, trying to answer the unasked questions in my mind. "They are trying to track the location of those fucking bastards"."They what?!" I screamed, eyes widening in alarm and Sophia dropped her wipes to stare at me with more confusion than I had on my face. I couldn't believe my ears. "I know, right?", she drawled, resuming. Her stupidity was valuable to me in times like this when she couldn't use common sense to read the writing on the wall. She felt unbothered, unmoved.... unwilling to ask why I reacted like that. And that was good. Better. Because I was even too fussed, to think of any excuse that would do. "I thought they were intelligent rogues too," she continued, wiping the skin under her eye delicately. "But it turns out we are smarter than they are"."Who suggested this?" I queried, hastily. I was eager to know, even though somehow I knew. Of course, it won't







