In front of Alexa, whose consciousness had begun to fade, Mr. Vilante mercilessly shot both Louis' legs and arms, leaving the man unable to get up. Suddenly it made Alexa angry, but the girl couldn't do anything for now. Moreover, her condition was really very weak, there was no way she would get up and put up a fight against Mr. Vilante. In the end, Alexa could only stay still and then fell unconscious, while Mr. Vilante carried Louis' body, which was already lying helpless, upstairs. He intended to repel the enemy troops so that he could immediately search for Bella and Floryin, the longer the man's feelings became more and more chaotic when thinking about Bella. His mind kept wondering about the safety of his little girl and made Mr. Vilante want to confirm it himself, he wanted to confirm whether the two women were safe or not even though his heart always prayed that Bella and Floryin were safe. "Stop this fight or I'll finish Louis!" shouted Mr. Vilante in fr
"It's good that you're awake, drink this first." Beatrix smiled as she handed Bella a glass filled with a thick green liquid, although she hesitated, Bella accepted the glass and drank it down. A bitter taste immediately erupted in her mouth as the drink slid down her throat, but she tried not to overreact in order to spare the feelings of the old woman beside her whose name she didn't even know yet. Bella's memory was thrown back to the last moment she felt conscious, where she and Floryin both fell unconscious by the lake. 'Is this the old woman who saved us?' Bella thought. Instantly her head turned right and left, searching for Floryin's whereabouts. "Your friend is in a separate room, his injuries are quite severe. I have removed the bullet that was in his shoulder, now he is still unconscious." "Usually it will take a long time for her to wake up, especially since the bullet that hit her shoulder was quite deep." Beatrix said as if she realized what B
Returning from her work at a café in downtown Brooklyn, Bella rode her bike cheerfully throughout the way back to her apartment. Thoughts of her soft and comfortable bed danced in her mind. However, those delightful thoughts abruptly vanished when a luxurious black sedan emerged from an alley in front of her. Startled, Bella hurriedly applied the brakes, but unfortunately, she was too late, and her bike collided with the side of the sedan.Bella fell down and her own bike toppled over her. However, it wasn't pain that she felt but rather a surge of anger within her chest. She pushed her bike off her body and approached the man who had just emerged from the car."Hey! Are you blind?!" The man in a neatly tailored black suit pushed Bella's shoulder roughly."You're the one who's blind! It's clearly a bike lane," Bella refused to back down. She knew she was on the right path. However, the man was not willing to concede either. Bella found herself engaged in a heated argument with him."L
"Her name is Isabella Millers. She lives in the poor neighborhood of Brownsville and works at a cafe called Green not far from where she lives. Isabella is an orphan. She has a friend named Darrel Jones who works at a workshop and a close colleague named Ashley Moore." Pablo explained in detail about the girl Marco desired. He revealed Bella's activity photos on the table.Marco sat in his oversized chair, pulling the corner of his lips. He carefully looked at Bella's photos. She was a young girl who was natural but alluring. Completely different from the glamorous New York women who often approached him. When the girl suddenly appeared and crashed into his car, Marco couldn't help but notice her. Her simple appearance, sweet face, her straightforward way of speaking, and everything about Isabella caught his attention. If Marco was interested in something, he had to have it."Give her a number of gifts," he commanded his driver, who was also his henchman."Under the name of Mr. Vilant
Bella was in her cramped room, staring at the dresses, shoes, and bags that she had laid out on her bed. These three items were indeed real, right in front of her eyes. Until now, she could only see them in the media or behind the display cases of their outlets in downtown Brooklyn. She decided to admire all the expensive items up close before she could think of the motives behind the man named Marco Vilante giving them to her for free.She tried on the red dress. It fit her perfectly, embracing her slim body. Bella twirled in front of the mirror with a broad smile on her face. Expensive items were truly different. They felt so comfortable on her body. The fabric was soft, and Bella felt incredibly elegant. Then she tried on the high-heeled black shoes and the cream-colored handbag. Like a model, Bella walked towards and away from the mirror, strutting as if she was on a catwalk.After enjoying the expensive gifts, Bella put the items back into their respective packaging. She was not
"If it's necessary to threaten you, I will do it," Pablo responded to Bella's statement. The girl hissed in annoyance. She was waiting for him to show her the gun. However, this time Bella was prepared not to be surprised. "Listen, Mr. I-Forgot-Your-Name, I don't want to receive any more gifts from your boss. I also don't want to have anything to do with you guys. So, please don't bother me." Bella quickly closed the door. Her heart was pounding fast. She was afraid that he would break in. But after waiting for a while, nothing happened. Bella breathed a sigh of relief.Damn it. Why did Bella feel scared just because she didn't want to accept gifts? She really didn't want to get involved with Marco Vilante or any other dangerous people, if they were indeed what she suspected. Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing on the bed. Bella quickly checked the flat object and saw Darrel's name on the screen. "Yes?" she answered. "What? Darrel is in the hospital? He was attacked?
Bella stretched her aching muscles after a long day of serving customers who came and went without stopping at the cafe where she works. The cafe was quite busy that day because it was the weekend. Her intention was to visit Darrel in the hospital afterwards and get some information from her friend about the attack he had experienced. After saying goodbye to her colleagues and manager, Bella left the cafe with a cheerful face. However, just a few meters away, a familiar black sedan stopped right next to her. She could already guess who the driver of the sedan was. Bella immediately put on an unfriendly expression when she saw Pablo approaching her."What do you want now?" she asked sarcastically."Mr. Vilante invites you for dinner. Please come with me," he said."Dinner? Go with you? Are you trying to trick me? You must have planned to kidnap me and sell me on the black market, right?" Bella ranted."Can you stop being so annoying and make my job easier?" Pablo opened the back door
Bella was perfectly still in her place, the image that Marco had brought her literally paralyzed her. His lips seemed locked, unable to utter a word from there. No small talk, not long after Bella sat in a chair with her body stretched out. Some in white aprons as well as a chef's distinctive cap and cap enter the room carrying a load of delicious-looking dishes, the dishes that were previously arranged on the trolley and then one by one are transferred to the table. The table beside him sat their great master and his special guest, the cooks did their duty with silence. Dare not make a sound even in the slightest. When they finished moving all the meal, they simply lowered themselves before leaving the two still in their seats. "Please enjoy, miss miller!" Marco says, enjoying the meal that is available in front of him, in contrast with the very Bella who is squinting at his eyes. Looking intently at the dishes, as if making sure there was nothing suspicious about any of the dishe