Novel & Cerita Bella Thorne Watch Me

"I've already got the novel title in mind—The Tycoon's Kept Canary." Still clueless, Bella was pulled aside by a panicked dormmate. "Bella, check the trending list—now!" She took out her phone. Right at the top, a headline jumped out at her: [Rogen Heir's Forbidden Love Exposed!] Her fingers trembled as she tapped the link. It opened to a blurred-out, suggestive video. The faces had been pixelated, but anyone who knew them could still tell. It was her. And Seth. She was pinned beneath him, moaning shamelessly, begging him for more.

The business and political elites of Alterra were awaiting the arrival of the procession. Beverly glanced out the window at the bodyguards still stranded on the sealed-off road, searching frantically for her. When she turned back, her gaze met James's shadowed eyes. Surprise and delight broke across her face. "Chief Bronson, you came to fetch me yourself?" James took in her radiant, carefree smile and offered her no reply. Instead, he set a laptop on her lap and said with pride written all over his face, "Let them know you're back."

"You can wear it. I'm more of a diamond kind of gal myself, but I think it suits you." "Why?" Bella choked out. "Why are you doing this?" "Oh, honey. Defending your abusive boyfriend and his mommy is so Lifetime Movie of the Week," she said, giving Bella a dismissive wave. She checked the diamond-encrusted watch on her wrist and looked toward the curtain. "You want to see your present, don't you?" Bella wanted nothing less in the entire world with the notable exception of watching Victor die. "Yes," she said weakly. "Oh, come on. That's not birthday-level enthusiasm."

I stand next to Thorn, and his eyes meet mine. “That was fucking close today,” he tells me and I nod slightly finding the pink phone and gripping it. Thron frowns, looking at me, and then nods somewhat as I offer him the opportunity to unlock the phone. In minutes, the job is done. “This one is mine,” I say walking out of the room and into my office. I sit behind my desk facing the phone and inhale deeply as I open the photos app. My heart beat fast as I saw Bella staring back at me in those photos.

That hurt worse than Bella’s slap. “Get him out of my sight,” Bella laughed as she dropped back onto her seat. I looked up and glared at her. Bella looked completely unconcerned. Like cruelty was sport. Tina helped me held my father. We began guiding him away. Then a sharp scream split the clearing. “My gold wristwatch is missing!” Everyone froze. A girl stood, frantic, searching her hands. Then she pointed. “Stop him!” My blood turned to ice. “He stole my gold wristwatch!”

Saying this she leaves from there. Bella looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a gray color one shoulder gown, wore a diamond necklace with matching earrings and wore only an engagement ring. Bella was looking very beautiful. Bella looked at herself, "Never thought this day would come." Just then Shanaya comes into the room. Shanaya, "let's go , everyone is waiting downstairs." Shanaya brings Bella down from the stairs, Weston, who is talking on the phone, notices Bella and keeps looking at her.

’ “I know you have a problem with Bella, but this is my call. If you don’t want to be here, leave!’ ‘You know I won’t leave, Aiden.’ ‘Then be quiet and let me think.’ Looking at the tracking on the watch, I see how she continues to move. Up and down in the same area. “Do you think he knows?” I ask Leighton as we watch another rotation of the pregnant women. “Knows what? That you will come for her? He would be stupid not to expect it!” I hand him Bella’s watch. “She has been pacing for hours now.” He looks at the watch. Seeing how the small dot moved back and forth in the same small area. “Could he know that she implanted a tracker?” The dot suddenly disappears from the screen. No matter how

My gaze traveled to his wrist, where a distinctive, expensive watch gleamed in the low light. That watch. I knew that style, that brand. Something in my head snapped, my blood running cold as Bella let out a silent, terrified howl within me.

The other girl behind Bella giggled, "You're just a charity case living in a house that doesn't belong to you," Bella sneered, "You need to learn your place before—" "That is enough. Sit down, Miss Smith." The commanding voice cut through causing everyone to go silent. I looked up and saw Professor Alister Thorne walking through the door, his bag in hand. His dark eyes scanned the room, landing directly on Bella. Bella’s mouth snapped shut. She lowered her phone, glared at me one last time, and hurried down the steps to find a seat on the opposite side of the hall.

She nods and works her magic on the items. Thorne sits me up. I'm still shackled, and I'm not really with it, but lucid enough to feel whats going on. He holds his hand out to the witch queen. She is scowling at his gentleness towards me. Thorn takes a seat behind me and puts the necklace back.