Chapter 57


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    Chapter 57 Fifty Seven.


    BELLA’S POV


    “Thank you.” I stillid on the bed and back was turned to them as I bit out harshly, sounding not


    even a little bit grateful. “Can you leave now?”


    “B-”


    “Mum!” I furiously turned to them and my eyes shot daggers at the both of them. “Can you just


    leave? I just want to be alone, please!”


    My ch*st rose and fell in anger as I watched both of them exchange nces then they stood up and


    walked out of the room.


    I nced at the things they had brought for me. I pushed the food aside and grabbed my phone. I


    frantically scrolled through the news channels the blog posts and thements. Just as they had


    said, it was already everywhere. Every entertainment news, channel and blog was mocking me for


    getting ditched by Mark.


    ‘Gold digger faked pregnancy to trap Billionaire Mark Torres.


    “Woman who tried to force herself into the Torres family by getting pregnant had a miscarriage after


    which the Torres heir broke up with her.


    ‘n crashes; Be Michael loses her ticket to the Torres pocket


    I gritted my teeth and my grip on the phone was merciless. Hot, fat tears rolled down my cheeks. in


    rapid waves. The tears made me feel pathetic, it reminded me of the weak Be that Isaac thrashed


    as he liked, the one who was fooled by her stupid love.


    I sniffed and fiercely wiped the tears away from my face. No one would put me down. No one would


    make a ridicule of me and go scot–free.


    It was all her fault. She had not only once taken my ce in Mark’s life but she had now


    sessfully severed our rtionship.


    The only person who knew that my pregnancy was not for Mark was Isaac and Sydney. And Isaac


    was not a fool, I fed him, I fed into his addiction, he would never go to yap to Mark about it. The only


    person who was capable of this was Sydney. That b**ch! I knew she had a motive when I caught


    her eavesdropping on my argument with Isaac when he attempted to harass me again. This was


    her n and even though I warned her not to tell Mark about it, she still did it anyway. She blurted it


    to Mark and achieved her aim.


    “Just you wait, Sydney,” my voice trembled and my b*dy quaked as I gritted out. “I will make you


    regret this. I will make you regret evering back into my family, b**ch!”


    I walked to the restroom in the ward and washed my face. I looked at myself in the mirror; the


    bruises Isaac had inflicted were still prominent and my eyes had grown red from crying and eye


    bags were swollen and slightly darker than my skin color and my face was as white as a ghost’s. I


    nodded and smirked at my reflection and it mirrored my movement. It was time for action. I returned


    to the room. I perched on the edge of the seat then I picked up my makeup box that I made mum


    bring for me. Slowly, I started to apply makeup on my face. I rubbed the eye cream. under my eyes


    then I applied enough primer with the perfect color that matches my skin color. Then I put enough


    concealer to cover everything up. After that, I worked on my brows and l*ps and in no time, I was


    staring at my stunning made–up face in the mini mirror that came with the makeup kit.


    Then I sl*pped out of the damned hospital gown and into the clothes my parents had assumed I


    would change into so that I could go home with them.


    I packed up my things into the handbag they had brought. I put everything in it and left the food on


    the stool by the hospital bed.


    At first, I peeked out the window. The reporters were still gathered there. There was no way I would


    be able to pass through there without blowing my cover.


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    There was always a back door in every hospital and the good thing was that they were always left


    open.


    I stuck my head out of the door and looked from my right to my left. The hallway was empty but it


    echoed the low voices of people speaking in other ces.


    I sl*pped out of the room. I walked calmly and acted casual. There were less people at the hallway


    that led to the back door. The nurses that walked past me were either in a hurry or they had their


    heads down while they cross checked a list or whatever they had stacked in the tray that they held


    so they hadn’t even given me a second look.


    I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath as the fresh air outside hit my sweaty face. I smiled, that


    was easier than expected.


    As I made my way out of the hospitalpound to the main road, I took each step with at purpose


    and with destination in mind.


    When I hailed the taxi and he stopped before me, the aged man gave me a weird look but said


    nothing. I rolled my eyes as I got into his car. I guess he had also seen the news.


    I told him my destination and we got going. The cabman pulled up at my destination. After I made a


    transfer to him, I watched him drive away.


    As I stood there,my eyes took in the vast luxurious office building. Opposite it was the cafe where I


    had caught Sydney eavesdropping on my conversation with Isaac. Since she imed. that she


    worked here, then let’s find out.


    I walked close to the building, awed. Up close, the building was exquisite. The mirror walls that


    made up the top floor glinted in the sun. It reflected the sky and other buildings around it. I could not


    help but wonder how the interior would look, how the office seats would feel…


    I shook my head and focused on the main reason why I was here. I didn’t have much time to stand


    where I could easily be spotted by anyone and admire the ce. After it became mine, I could do


    that.


    With that thought, my eyes scanned the area and I sighted a restaurant few feet from the building.


    They had chairs and tables stationed outside there under a umbre. I rushed there and chose a


    secluded area. I ordered a drink I had read off the menu and transferred their payment to them. At


    least that will make them cut me some ck if I stay here for too long. I expertly tucked myself in,


    anyone’s scrutinizing gaze. I absentmindedly and slowly


    away f


    sipped the drink, my eyes set on the building’s door.


    I yawned as I slumped in the seat. It had been hours and the b**ch had not even appeared. Even if


    her rank was slightly more than that of a cleaner… say a messenger, at least she would have to


    come down to run some errands, right?


    I scrunched up my nose as I yawned and I quickly covered it with my palm. My breath stink. I was


    tired and bored and hungry. Maybe she was lying, maybe she didn’t really work here….. My


    stomach grumbled and I was already contemting giving up and making adequate research to be


    sure of where she really worked when the door opened.


    I sat up, my senses alert. A woman walked out and I recognized her as Sydney. My jaw dropped


    open. Sydney was dressed in a well–tailored professional outfit, looking very smart and ssy.


    So she really does work there and she wasn’t a cleaner. I thought bitterly.


    She walked around the building to where I presumed was the parking lot. Then I hurried to the


    building. I made a straight beeline for the receptionist in the reception area.


    “Hello, I managed a smile, “Thatdy that just left now, does she really work here?”


    The woman smiled and nodded. “Miss Sydney works here, ma’am. How can I help you?”


    “Umm…which of thepanies does she work for?”


    “She works at Luxe Vogue. Do you need to see her? I could ge-


    “No no,” I quickly stopped her. “I don’t need to see her so you don’t have to get or do anything.” I


    smiled sweetly at her.


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    “Alright then, she chirped, her smile still intact. “Please, do not hesitate to reach out if you need


    anything. You can find our hotlines online.”


    “Sure. Thank you.


    The Luxe vogue? What a coincidence? I thought as I made my way to the door. I had once asked


    Mark to acquire the Luxe vogue as a birthday gift for her, but for some reason, it fell through. Just


    as I stepped out of the building, a car emerged from the side Sydney had turned to. In the car, sat


    Sydney. It was the same car I had been seeing her waltz around with.


    Just as she drove past where I stood, she turned her head toward my direction and I quickly turned


    my face away from her view.


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    I stared after the car with a sneer as she drove away. Then another idea popped in.


    I instantly hailed a taxi. I rushed in and told the driver, “Please, follow that car.”


    I followed her to a bar. As I waited in the taxi fir her to finish parking and go in. I noticed Mark’s car


    parked on the side of the road!


    So the b**ch was here to meet Mark?! Now I was even more convinced that she was the cause of


    the unfortunate situation I was in. Her n had worked so she hade to do what? To convince


    Mark to take her back? My gaze turned icy as I watched her get out of her car and walked into the


    bar.


    Then an idea formed in my mind; I would get Mark to buy the Luxe Vogue for me as a breakup fee.


    Then I would be her boss and make her life miserable as she did her job. That way, I would


    also get the power to eliminate every chance of the both of them getting back together. If I can not


    be happy then no one else can!


    I smirked and turned to the driver, “Let’s go.