Betty Ripsom Novels & Stories

BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE FORTY ONE THEME: Business Partners CHICAGO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA AT RIA ROBERT APARTMENT "Thank you once again, Mrs Betty.” Ria thanked the old lady who came around to pick up her dress. “You are welcome, Ria.” Mrs Betty smiled at her before entering the taxi and Ria waved. "Miss Ria! Miss Ria!" She turned back to the house and saw ma’am Elise on the porch.

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I’m hot with embarrassment. “What’s your name?” he asks again. There’s a spark of amusement in his eyes. Fuck. “I’m Betsy Miller,” I manage at last. My ears are sweating. “Betsy . . . Ah.” It’s as if he is trying to familiarize my name. He runs his index finger down his chin. I can’t seem to look away. I have accepted my fate and just waits for his verdict. Maybe there is still a chance that he doesn’t remember me. Maybe-

I watched them go, still trying to process what had just happened. Betty, meanwhile, was still crying, her body shaking with fear. I knelt down beside her and wrapped my arms around her, trying to comfort her. "It's okay, Betty," I whispered, trying to soothe her. "She's gone now. You're safe." But Betty just kept crying, her tears streaming down her face. I held her close, trying to absorb some of her fear and anxiety. As we sat there, I couldn't help but think about Riezel's behavior. It was like she had a split personality or something. One minute she was sweet and charming, the next she was furious and violent.

In an attempt to refute Alex’s assessment, Betty vehemently denied that she had consumed any seafood before coming here. Alex poked his finger on her stomach. Instinctively, Betty opened her mouth wide and started throwing up. The vomit was extremely disgusting and reeked of seafood, with pieces of raw fish still visible. The crowd covered their mouths and looked at Betty in repulsion. “How dare you frame Mr. Rockefeller’s godsister? Are you tired of living?” Ted served his wife another beating. It wasn’t long before Betty emerged with bruises and swells, much to Hailey and her employees’ satisfaction.

Betty instantly took a liking to her. "Hi, Ms. Betty. Nice to meet you." The woman politely reached out for a handshake. Tears streamed down Betty's cheeks when she shook the woman's hand. After being bullied by her landlord and neighbors, as well as dealing with the drop in quality of life and the sudden AIDS diagnosis, she felt extremely emotional when accorded respect in the car. Seeing that, the woman quickly handed her some napkins in a thoughtful move. "T-Thanks…" Sniffling, Betty asked, "May I know your name? And how did you hear of me?"

Rose stepped in. Her first strikes were light, controlled, quick jabs to the body that landed with more force than they should have, each one placed precisely, each one taking something small that would add up quickly. They looked light, but Betty would feel them over time. A minute in the ring stretched when every second cost something. Betty dropped suddenly, sweeping for her legs. Rose anticipated it, let herself go with the motion just enough to sell it before shifting her weight, catching the movement, turning it, locking her arm around Betty’s neck as they hit the ground.