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Adrian asked, and I had to hold my laugh. "Adrian, calm down. She is only five years old. She won't start dating anytime soon," I place my hands on his shoulder. Ashton runs up to their room, and Bella joins him, probably to hit the shit out of him for telling on her. I lay my head on Adrian's shoulder as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. "She is not going to date," he says, and I can't help but laugh at his statement. "Adrian, she is five, "I laugh at him.

“I’m not cut out for this Bella. I want to tell you I have your little whiny bastard and if you don’t want her pieces delivered to you, then you have to do what I tell you to.” Bella felt her heart stop beating as the timer for the oven rang out. “What do you want?.” Bella managed to say as she tried her best to control her breathing. She heard a chuckle and then silence. “What?! What is it that you want to leave my baby girl alone?!.” Bella yelled out as a tear fell from her eyes. “Oh save the theatrics for later. The price to have her back is $20 million US dollars.” “20?Where the hell am I to get such amount of money from?” Bella asked.

I heard something like 'that bitch' as Bella grumbled but I wasn't sure I heard her right. 'What did she want from you?' Bella asked frowning in anger. 'She asked me how old I am now and I told her I turned eighteen days ago.' 'What does she want to know your age for. I thought she was happy when you were thrown here to tend yourself at such a tender age,' she said hissing slowly. I didn't know what to say. Bella had never shown so much hatred towards the Luna in my presence. It made me wonder what could have transpired between them to cause that kind of reaction from her.

Now, William's trust turns to Belle, a 27-year-old girl who is only his caretaker. ***

Bella’s Pov I'm Bella, a 20-year-old college student. I was adopted from an orphanage when I was 5 years old because the couple that took me in couldn't have children of their own. I don't remember much about my past, but I have two amazing parents Terissa and Ronald, who took care of me and sent me to college. Even though they are not wealthy, they make sure I do not need anything. I didn't have to do any part-time jobs to get funds so all I can do is get good grades so they can be proud of me. When I was in high school I met a wonderful friend, Alissa. She is from a middle-class family. She always kept to herself until I finally spoke to her. She and I enrolled in the same college and have

But she looked so much like her sister. The little girl stopped in front of Boyoung. Bella turned to Boyoung and saw her eyes which were full of affection. The girl was around 6 years. She was wearing a pink skirt with a tiny blouse like Bella. She was really beautiful. Boyoung squatted down in front of her and pulled Bella. Bella smiled and also squatted down, sitting on her knees.

She only had a half glass of margarita but her cheeks were already beet red. "What's your name and how old are you?" they had to speak louder for the dance floor was really loud. "I'm Bella. I'm 18!" she answered while covering her ear with her finger. "Thank goodness! You're eighteen. I thought I already offered a drink to a minor. Bella, you look like you're just sixteen!" Dennis uttered in disbelief. Isabella just chuckled at his reaction. Meanwhile, in Houston Mansion... "Find her! Don't you dare rest till you bring her back!" the voice of Isabella's father, a tyrant business tycoon echoed in the whole wide living room. His wife, Sophia was also worried like a shaking leaf sitting on the

"Amara, don't you already know? You throw me a birthday party every year. I'm 28." Amara gave a slight nod before turning to Diana. "What about you, Diana?" "26," Diana answered without hesitation. Amara shifted her gaze to Giana next. "21." Hilda thought she would be next and had already started to open her mouth when Amara leaned back in her chair. "Bella isn't here. Elara and Freya are comatose. As for the three of you, especially Clara and Diana, you're not young anymore. You're at the age where marriage should at least be considered."

Pathetic. He met my eyes then. His were stormy. Guilty. “You know why.” I shook my head. “Tell me.” He exhaled hard. “You’re Robert’s daughter. My best friend’s daughter. My business partner’s daughter. And I’m.. ” He stopped. Swallowed again. “I’m old enough to know better.” “You’re not that old.” “I’m forty, Bella. You’re twenty-five. There’s a list of reasons this is wrong longer than that deadline we’re chasing.”

“Brave’s better.” “He sounds smart,” Bella says. “He was,” Wren says. “I think he’d like you.” She reaches over and squeezes his good hand gently. He squeezes back. They sit like that for a while, two wounded things in a room full of herbs and pine sap, finding comfort in the shared quiet. *** I see Bella coming back from the healing wing, face soft, eyes a little red. "You okay?" I ask. She nods. “Wren’s… something.” A small, watery laugh. “Eight years old and wiser than half the adults I know.”