Todos os capítulos de SECOND CHANCE WHIT MR. AMNESIA CEO: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

I know I can trust my grandfather, and it touches me that he has been there for me. I'm almost sure he knows if not everything, something. However, I don't want him to get involved in this problem. All I need is to escape, and that money he says I have is an unexpected gift that will help me."Yes, that one, do you see that number inside? That's the code, my child. Don't be afraid, with it you'll never lack anything or need to work," he said, and by the tone of his voice, I knew he was smiling, then he added, "And if that's not enough, you have all my money, Bella.""Oh, grandfather, thank you so much, really," and a sob escapes that I know he must have heard, but he says nothing. I try to hide it by changing the conversation. "Grandfather, does that mean that..., hypothetically speaking, if I want to leave, I can go at any time?""Yes, my child, you can do it! Just let us know where you're going, so we can follow you. Okay? Don't abandon your grandmother and me, it w

 My grandfather looked at me with an expression I cannot describe. But I knew he wasn't happy with me, quite the contrary, though he didn't want to make me feel worse."You should have come right away!" He scolded me and added, "Your grandmother will be very upset when she finds out.""Don't tell her grandfather, she's very fragile. I don't want you to get into trouble over this either," I pleaded again, seeing his furious gaze."And what do you intend to do, Bella? We can't leave that degenerate unpunished!" he shouted, snorting furiously."I just need you to help me get divorced. Please?" I begged, taking his hands. "I want to forget about Luis, I want to think he never existed in my life, please grandfather, help me forget all this.""Of course, sweetheart, I'll talk to my lawyer right now! I told you not to marry him! I knew this would happen!" He spoke while taking out his phone and searching for the lawyer's number. "I'll press charges against tha

I also don't understand why Mum isn't like other mothers. I cannot recall a single instance in my life where she hugged or kissed me, as I've seen other mothers do when they drop their children off at school. On the rare occasions she did show affection, it was almost always tinged with fury. If she noticed that I hadn't achieved top marks in assessments, she would berate me in front of all my classmates, humiliating me by loudly calling me stupid and hurling other insults, which later led to mockery from my peers. If she didn't want me, why did she have me?Surely now that I think about it, it must have been to follow she's lifestyle, as Luis says. He must have done it to catch that daft dad who, when in his cups, claims that if it weren't for me, his life wouldn't be so wretched. What does he mean by that? He repeats it every time he drinks, and tells Mum as well, that they're together because of me. Mima says he had a lovely girlfriend whom he adored before Mum, and he can't

Rushing to the mirror, I disrobe and can't help but smile at the true reflection of myself. I've never done this before – really scrutinised my body. I'm not hideous; he lied about that. Perhaps it's because he's never seen me in this light. Now that I do see myself, I realise my figure is what one might call statuesque – hee hee hee... All that's left is to find an outfit like those Mother always urged me to wear. That's right; she's always dressed provocatively. Tonight, no one will know who you are, Bella. Let's discover what it feels like to have all eyes on you, desiring you – hee hee hee... How I wish I had a good friend now. Stop dwelling on such melancholy thoughts; all those wealthy women have always scorned you. One day, you'll find someone who loves you for you, not for your name. I gaze into the mirror once more, turning to view my full reflection, and I'm pleased with what I see. My buttocks and breasts are very well proportioned, my waist is slender, and my stomach fla

She wasn't genuinely concerned; she was just making conversation as part of her job. I smiled and nodded.“Sure, you're the expert here.” I say with a smile.She left with a smile and returned with an enormous glass brimming with fruit, complete with a little flag adorning the straw. The size of the drink astounded me; it seemed it would last the entire night.“Wow, that's quite large,” I remarked.“Try it, you won't regret it,” she assured me with a wink. “But take it slowly, or I can't guarantee you'll walk out of here,” she chuckled.I took a sip and found it sweet but potent with alcohol. The first few sips were challenging; I even coughed under her mocking gaze as she checked back in with me periodically. Strong alcohol wasn't something I was accustomed to – my experience was limited to the occasional sweet wine, just a small glass. Nevertheless, I persevered, sipping gradually, and to my surprise, the taste grew on me.I continued to drink, scarcely noticing how the liquid dwind