Bella Dawson Now Novels & Stories

David added as they signaled for the waiter to bring a bottle of vodka. “There’s no need for the drink, party’s over.” I responded and they both shared a glance but before they could say anything, I was already making my way towards the exit. My car was right in the garage so I got inside and turned on my ignition, at that moment, my phone started buzzing so I slipped it out and realized it was my assistant. “Hello Sir, I called to inform you that we now have the reports ready. We know exactly where she is now and Bella’s whereabouts for the past six months have been put together so we have a clear idea of what she has been up to for the past six months.” He said.

That caught my attention. “White’s Corporation,” I said slowly, trying to process. “Yes,” he said. “So she’s the one Bella trusts most, huh?” I murmured. “Exactly. So instead of tracking Bella, I reached out to Alissa’s parents.” I frowned, “You called them?” Dex shrugged, “Yes and explained there was concern.” “And?” I asked. “They said that she is with Bella.” “Where?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat. “At Bella’s adopted parents’ house,” Dex continued. “Apparently, something came up relating to her biological parents so they went there to find out what,”

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

I quickly locked my apartment, took my clutch and put on the devil machine called heels and left. Once I was at the Limo arrived, the driver help me get in. "Good evening Miss Sanders. I'm Gale. I'll be your driver today." he said while he hold my hand to help me get. "Please call me Bella." I said with a smile. He smile at me and nodded his head. Once shutting my door, he went back to his seat and started to drive. All the while, through drive, I was nervous. I have never attend an event like this. What if this dress was too much? What if I don't fit in?

The fabric felt like water against my skin, a physical reminder that the gritty, defensive version of myself I’d engineered in that 4th Street apartment was officially obsolete. "If we stay here past Tuesday, I am going to have to buy a completely new wardrobe," Bella’s voice drifted through the open double doors from the veranda. I walked out to find her draped over an white wicker lounger, her emerald kaftan replaced by a vintage white Dior bikini and a massive pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses. She was lazily scrolling through an iPad that was currently displaying real-time shipping manifests for the Marseilles port. "I thought you were done tracking the data," I said, leaning against the st

“Shit. What are the terms you came up with?” ​ Bella let out a massive sigh of relief at the resignation in his tone, “I know the address of the place they’re staying in, but I’m not to tell you. She has the phone and watch I gave her, so I’ll be able to maintain contact with her. She’ll remain there until your contract runs out, and then Ava Davis isn’t our business anymore.” ​ “She’ll always be my business….” Bella thought she heard him say, but his voice was pitched too low for her to be sure. Unsettled by the thought, she chose to ignore it.

“But he is moving out.” My phone suddenly buzzed- Vivian I hissed, and put his phone back on airplane mode, he has been doing that to avoid calls from home..Daniel, Vivian and all….. ******************* Bella sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Ms. Lilian adjusted her makeup in the mirror. The rehearsals had ended, and tomorrow was the big day, but Bella wasn’t thinking about the competition. “You’re going somewhere,” she said, noticing the way Ms. Lilian kept checking her reflection.

Dakota could not answer her. That evening, Claire called shortly after Bella returned home. "This is bad, Bella! Quick, to Twitter!" Frowning, Bella clicked on the link Claire sent her. It showed the interior of an office pantry. Dakota's voice could be heard in the background. "Bella has returned everything to Damian again. God… It breaks my heart to see this. He's been working himself to midnight and beyond for her! He hardly rests enough!" Another unidentified voice replied, "What is that girl thinking? Talk about heartless."

Everyone became quiet, curiously waiting to see how the Chandlers are going to explain this situation. "In a way, yes, we are gathered here because of the recent reports against Micah Chandler. But none of us are here to explain what happened with Micah or to support him. Because we sincerely doesn't know what exactly happened to Micah. After the scandal with Micah, we have been in talks with Miss Bella Adams, the younger jewelry sensation of the recent times. Her jewelry designs are making waves all over the country. That is a fact which I am sure many jewelry enthusiasts would have noticed. Just yesterday we finalized our cooperation with Miss Adams, and we decided to elect her as our new