Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Love I Couldn't See: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Bella's pov I roamed around my room, here and there, looking for a perfect outfit to wear. Trying my best to match the colours, patterns, accessories. I was really tempted to wear sneakers—but who wears sneakers for an interview? I don't want people judging me again and definitely not because of something this small. After what seemed like an eternity, I decided for a white long sleeve and a beige circular skirt right below my knees. Flat shoes, because I can't handle the idea of torturing myself with high heels just because of some stupid pattern of this stupid society I live in. A little make up. Just lipgloss and a thin layer of mascara. No foundation. I'll let my beautiful dark skin shine with its freckles and acne scars. My long black curly hair tied up into a messy bun, just like always, the way I like. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, not sure if it was enough—if I was enough. Is this really it? I questioned myself, Is this enough to face this world I've been tr

Edward's pov “No, they are too messy. They don't even make sense…” I told my assistant, Bryan over the phone. “What? But…” “Don’t try to reason, Bryan. “ I cut him off, “I've already told you, I don't like their designs. They lack of everything. Get me more ideas, more people. It's not that difficult… look, I'm driving. I'll be there in five minutes. Make sure to not waste my time.” I told him. He probably knows how his inefficiency is getting on my nerves lately. “Yes, boss.” He said and I disconnected the call. I'm already running out of time. This project needs to be perfection, but nothing yet aligns my thinking. “Morning, Sir Wilson.” The receptionist greeted me once I reached Crystal's, “She is here.” Great. I hope she is what I need. I went straight to my personal elevator and clicked to the ninth floor. Where I am to interview my possible new designer. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and took it to check what it was. It was a message from Jared, my brother. “We

Edward's pov Morning came after what looked like an eternity. I couldn't sleep. It was impossible with so many thoughts keeping me from it. It was her… she was there all the time. How the hell am I going to face her? I totally ignored her existence and left her there alone, crying in silence, helpless… I'm the reason she failed that interview. It was..my fault… “Edward, focus.” Jared said, taking me out of my line of thoughts, “Are you even listening?” “I'm listening. I…” What was he saying? “What did she say about the contract?” “You really didn't listen.” He rolled his eyes, “ She said She will think. It's a lot to process.” This girl is strange—what is it to think about? “Here. Your daughter made this for you.” He handed me a frame, a painting of a butterfly. “Sarah did this?” He didn't answer. I looked at the frame again. She is really good. I didn’t know she was this good. Probably got that from me. The way she played with the colors. Bright, simple yet with a hin

Bella's pov The music stopped, putting an end to my melancholy. It was a sign that a message entered my phone. I looked at the screen. It was a message from an unknown number, “Be ready. Your ride will be there tomorrow monday, 8 a.m. A black sedan. Your driver, Carl.” Just like the announcement of the end of the world... Edward. Where the hell did he get my number? How much does he know about me? The hell am I going to do now? Run? I might call my brother. He always knows what to do… I've done this before—run from problems. That's how I ended up here. I could go far away. Somewhere he will never think of. He will never find me… My plans were interrupted by a beep from another message, “Don't try to act smart. I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU!” How? Is he spying on me? I looked around, searched everywhere, every corner, but there was nothing. Nothing! He said he can take everything from me. He will take everything from me. I can't take risks. I can't get worse than this. I went to my ro

Edward's pov Why was she crying? What's so painful about being a nanny? Nonsense. She will be there tomorrow. She will do as I say and won't dare to do anything stupid. I bet she is already plotting something. She is smart. People like her always have a plan. I took my phone and sent a message to her, “Don't try to act smart. I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU!” Just to make sure she won't leave. It didn't take long to reach Crystal's. It was just twenty minutes from her house. “Morning, Sir Wilson.” Bryan's voice reached my ears the moment I opened my office's door. “Tell me good news.” I went to my desk and threw my suit on the armchair. He didn't say a word. His silence was enough to tell that there was no such thing as good news. “Tell me the bad ones, then.” “The last designers came today for the interview,” He paused, “they were not good.” As I thought. “We are already two weeks late for this project.” He said, “If we don't do something now, we will lose the deal.” “Don't you thi