Bella's POV.
"Boss, we are here," Lucifer forwarded his hand towards me for me to get down from the helicopter.
Placing my hand on his palm, I got off and saw a woman with a five year old boy approaching us from a distance. She was redhead blonde with piercing green eyes, matching perfectly with her dangerous beauty. The baby boy had the same eyes as her but jet black hair.
When she was finally in front of me, she scanned him from head to toe before cursing out, "Bitch, so you finally got time to remember me? I thought you were dead or something!"
Oops, she's the same as she was in the past. Outspoken and blunt which might hurt and kill the light-hearted bastards. Forming a smile on my depressed face I replied, "Your tone hasn't changed. Do you want your son to learn curses?"
"Gosh, I forgot Rowan is with me," she reacted, pulling her hair and then pointing at Lucifer. "Hey servant, take my son inside the mansion. I have got important questions for your master."
Lucifer looked around and then asked, "You're talking to me?"
Helene rolled her eyes before sarcastically replying, "No. I'm talking to your soul. Now be quick with the given task."
Lucifer looked at me before leaving, he wanted to make sure I was comfortable with Helene. Maybe he's just worrying too much for someone who brought me here willingly. I nodded at him, indirectly asking him to keep his profile low and pretend to be my servant. I don't want Helene to find out my codename Ishabella or about my association with the Mafia world.
I believe she will not do anything even after finding out my hidden identity and my assassination guild's members. It's her husband who might feel the need to ground me and interrogate me.
Well, he's Lieutenant General in one of the most secretive and powerful army, so that's a given. Helene grabbed my wrist and dragged me behind her as soon as Lucifer left with Rowan.
I didn't resist and followed her quietly, while mentally preparing myself for her showers of questions. She wasn't going to leave me alone before slapping all the burden of questions she must have stacked for me.
Bringing me inside the mansion, she walked upstairs to her room and locked the door. She then quietly stares at me and then my fashion sense before saying, "Oh, your fashion sense is still bold. You definitely do not like soft and feminine fashion."
"Those are for weak ladies who want validation from men," my words were sour, I don't know why I was annoyed and angry at everything and everyone.
I just wanted to lock myself in a room and mourn for my love, Caspar. I fucking want some time alone. Please hear my thoughts, Helene. I chanted in my head while casting a serious look at her.
She ignored me and asked, "I heard you married the world's top billionaire. He is from the Mcadam family right?"
The question I wanted to escape at all costs arrived. And I must answer this question for Helene before she found out about Caspar's death from the news.
"He's dead..."
"D-Dead?" Helene repeated, her eyes widened in shock.
Making me sit on the bed, she gently said,"Don't be sad... I can understand how you must be feeling right now."
'No, you can't understand my feelings... I'm currently hating myself for my crime,' I murmured, suppressing the tears in my eyes. I don't want to cry, not yet... I have to explain more things to Helene.
I told her that I murdered my husband and the reason was because Caspar's father, Alden Mcadam killed my brother, Olivier. It was son for son.
"Bella... Don't tell me you already know about your brother's death."
"My dad arranged the marriage between two families for revenge. And I found my brother's case file in Caspar's closet..."
I replied, not revealing to her everything about my training for revenge or Mafia organization.
Helene gasped, and shook her face. "Unbelievable! That cunning old chairman of Mcadam group is so cruel and vicious. You did right by taking your revenge."
I furrowed my brows together in confusion. That reaction and compliment from Helene were unexpected for me. However my fragile tears flowed out of my tears because I wasn't able to tell her everything.
Seeing tears, Helene panicked and hugged me immediately.
"Hey, why are you crying? You shouldn't shed tears for him. His father had your brother killed..."
"I-I was in love with him..."
When Helene heard this, she became silent and after a few minutes of patting me, she mumbled in pain," I never understood your fate. And don't try to outsmart me because I know your male nanny Lucas groomed you into becoming a playgirl."
"He manipulated you into thinking that every guy who confessed his love for you was after your wealth. And my girl, you were blind and played with every guy."
"Karma is bitch!" Helene said, making me realize my mistake.
And she was right, I played with genuine feelings of guys in my past relationships. Now karma did me dirty... I killed my one and only man who I loved like crazy.
I sobbed painfully over Helene's shoulder for an hour or two. And she, like my true friend, stayed there, calming me down.
When I became sober, I wiped my tears and told Helene about my pregnancy.
"Don't worry," she began. "I will take care of everything. I have a personal villa in the countryside of London. Not many influential people live, only a few who might not be that popular. You can stay there as long as you want."
"Thank you," I expressed my gratitude, I was at a loss for words.
"Also I'll send a few of my trusted maids for your care and you will need a new identity, phone and bank balance," Helene said and abruptly got up.
I tried to stop her but she was already on call with the city's management department. When the call ended she said, "Don't worry, tomorrow you'll receive your documents. For today you must rest here."
"What about your husband? He must be aware of my crime!" I panicked, holding onto Helene's arm.