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“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

Bella didn't turn back, she nodded and left. Bella carefully walked to the stairs and went to the second floor to change her clothes. She changed the clothes to a shirt and jeans with a cap and mask. "Nick." She whispered as she came out of the washroom. Nick held the earpiece as he heard Bella's voice in his earpiece. "Yes. Room 360. He is still in the room talking with a woman. What are you going to do?" He asked worriedly. He was on the roof of the opposite building of Hyatt hotel.

Anthony could just report that back to his father. But Belle felt the exact opposite. The whole drive, her body was tense and her face pale. She felt trapped by the invitation Renee had given her. Whether it was a coincidence or not… what if Renee was actually watching her too? Belle was terrified that her secret meetings with Bastian had already been discovered. That Bastian’s fiancée was just waiting for the perfect moment to catch them red-handed. When she got home, Belle didn’t go inside right away. She just sat behind the wheel. Her eyes drifted to the invitation Renee had given her. A “friendly invitation” to attend the Carlyle family’s annual charity gala at one of Eastbourne’s grand

I rolled my eyes. "I think it's kinda fate." "Fate? Fate my ass. I don't believe in fate." I hissed. "Oh come on, he's hot. You're making a deal with a hot guy. I won't complain if I were you." Becca smirked and I threw a pillow to her face. "Shut up and help me choose my outfit." I said and she helped me to pack. That bastard is waiting outside my room in the living room. He's waiting for me to pack my bag because we have to go to fucking LA tonight.

She motioned for Bella to come over and she crossed the street. "You're a pretty girl," said the woman when Bella entered her shop. It was a lingerie shop with some very revealing outfits. "Do you need some extra cash?" "What do you mean?" Bella was confused. "I mean, I run an escort business and one of my clients has requested a catholic schoolgirl. Would you be interested?" "What does it involve?" Bella started feeling excited by what was unfolding.

Bella never sent messages like that unless something was wrong. She turned into the nearest empty conference room and shut the door behind her, the soft click echoing louder than it should have. Sunlight poured in through the glass walls, casting reflections that fractured her own image—multiple Elenas staring back, each one unsure. She called. “Tell me,” Elena said without preamble. Bella exhaled audibly on the other end. “Okay. I’m going to say this calmly, and you are not allowed to hang up.” “I’m listening.”

"Are you looking in a particular part of town?" "I don't know. Anywhere here will be alright." "You are in Los Angeles right? It is a big city," Becca said. "Could you be more specific? Do you want to be in downtown LA, or are you open to other neighborhoods?" Bella thought for a moment, considering her options. "I'm open to other neighborhoods," she said. "But I'd like to stay close to downtown, if possible. And I'd prefer not to be too far from the freeway."

Bella went directly to her firm and stayed there because she didn't have any cash on her, and had also designed her company to create a room for her if she wanted to stay in New York permanently. She didn't go to her grandmother's house since she didn't want to leave any trace for her mother. The La Bella Fashion Thread Co. building is 825 feet tall and 50 storeys tall, with an exquisite design on the outside and interior. Although the company is still in its early stages, it employs a significant number of people and guarantees that they are paid accordingly.

The scenery changed as Raeann sat there, a mute participant in the fates as her vision reformed once more. Bella sat alone at Shadow's desk, her features were tight with grief as she spoke to someone on the phone. An oversized crib took up any spare space in the room as four dark-haired girls and a rusty haired boy lay sleeping peacefully under their mother's watchful eyes. But Bella looked unwell.

"You were out all night. Rick called three times, crying like a baby about a storm. I thought you were dead in a ditch. And now you come home smelling like... like expensive cologne and dust, looking like a Cheshire cat?" "The storm was bad," Bella said, her voice humming with a secret energy. "But I’m fine. Better than fine. I’m extraordinary." "Who was he?" Elena’s eyes narrowed, her maternal radar pinging at a thousand percent. "The billionaire? The one Rick mentioned? Did he treat you well? Did he... did he do something to you?" Bella laughed, a rich, throat-deep sound that made Elena cross herself. "He did plenty, Ma. He bought me. Literally. Ten million dollars to the Outpost just to h