Edward With Bella 소설 & 이야기

“I guess I should leave.” Edward put his serviette on the table and called the waiter. He walked to the cashier. “So, you are going to fly to Milan?” Elena curled her lips as she asked. She stared at Belinda with her chin rested on two hands. “Yes. Early morning.” Belinda sipped her wine. “Are you working with Edward or…?” Elena chuckled. “Dating?” she swayed her hand. “Absolutely not. I am out of his league.” Belinda grinned. She was shaking the wine glass with her hand. “What is his type?”

"Your cooking is awful. My fiancée is like a professional chef. Cooking is her thing." Edward called me his fiancée. What a joke. Juliet looked more like his wife than I ever did. In all our years together, he never once cooked for me. I stood up and stepped away from him. "I don't have time for this. I'm leaving." He grabbed my wrist, his face tight, and said, "Can you stop making a scene?" "Am I?" I gave a cold laugh. "Edward, you got her pregnant, and you two are living together. Do you still want me to act as your fiancée?"

And soon, she’d realize just how dangerous that was. Edward lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the faint hum of the city filtering through the windows. He had won. Abigail Elijahhad signed her soul away, and tomorrow, she would step into his world...not as a wife, not as an equal, but as something far beneath him. The thought made him smirk. He reached for his phone, checking the time. Three hours until dawn. It didn’t matter. He’d always been a light sleeper. His body ran on control. Power. Routine.