Bella's POV.
9:30 am, in Etudiants delite University.
Upon arriving at the university, I was circled by a crowd of paparazzi who were asking me the fucking same question.
"Miss Bella Dior, are you really married to American billionaire Mr Caspar Mcadam?"
I glanced at Lucas, who was standing outside my car. He nodded his head and asked bodyguards to push paparazzi guys out of my way. I don't know how the hell they found out about my marriage, it was a good idea to bring my bodyguards together with me.
"Bella, you better put on the mask otherwise those rude paparazzi guys will click your pictures," my girl bestie Aly whispered.
"Don't worry Aly. It's like my uniform code now, I don't go anywhere without a mask."
Saying that I walked in, through the corridors of my classroom.
"Hey, you really got married?" Another friend Ava asked me.
I kept quiet and only nodded my head in yes. These two girls were my closest friends although I know they are sticking with me because of my reputation and wealth. Now that the media knew about my marriage, I guess I'd become a hot topic in the university's social media platforms. After all who gets married in their final year of undergraduate course?
I never intended to get married this young, I had other plans of becoming managing director of my dad's company. Just when I arrived at my classroom's door, I heard loud gossip from my classmates. They were obviously talking about me. I could hear them calling me bitch, whore and whatnot just because I have a bad playgirl reputation in University.
"Did that snobbish prideful bitch got married to a billionaire? Oh my God!" I heard a girl commenting.
"Being born with a golden spoon is no joke. She has such a bad reputation yet a billionaire agreed to take her as his wife."
"Oh my, she has no shame. At least she could have considered fuck boy as her husband why go for a decent man like Mr Caspar Mcadam."
My ears buzzed with their hateful comments. I didn't know why they were so jealous of me without even knowing my situation. I was not enjoying or feeling prideful because I married a billionaire. Fucking whores didn't even know how fucked up I was right now.
I kicked the door open and walked inside to my seat. Everyone's lips tightened up and there was a pindrop silence. Yes, no one dared to say anything to my face, they were good at talking behind my back.
Soon after a few minutes, the professor entered the classroom with an attendance register. When the attendance was over, the legendary late student of the class walked inside.
And he was not even questioned by the professor nor gossiped about by the other students because he was a young enforcer in a French mob group. Obviously he was in my dad's Mafia group working as an enforcer. Robert Rio, his name was known to everyone in France, even the kids knew about him.
Brutal killer of French mob and my teammate. Yes, Robert and I used to carry out missions together. I'm good at taking headshots and he is good at covering my kill’s traces with his trademark. My dad never wanted me to fall into the hands of the corps, that was why Robert worked as my human resource to give me cover for my crimes.
"Good morning, Bella," Robert greeted me and sat behind me.
That was new. Robert never greeted me before, yes he was kinda an introverted type. He rarely talked with anyone in the class or even in a mob group. I had never seen him hanging out with friends or girlfriends. I wondered if he even had a girlfriend or not!
But don't misunderstand my words, Robert was an ideal candidate for becoming a boyfriend.
He is a six feet tall brunette guy with a slender attractive body and dreamy grey eyes. His long black hair is always tied in a bun and he wears all black. The Medusa tattoo on his right arm is gorgeous as his chiselled face.
"Are you feeling like talking today?" I asked, getting curious as I turned back and looked at his gloomy face.
"Yes."
A very short answer made me regret my decision to start a conversation with him.
I focused back on the professor's lecture but slowly I started feeling dizzy. As usual I packed my books in my bag and continued to take a nap while the class was ongoing.
Even if I slept in the classroom, paying no attention to professors or their lectures, my grades would still be high. Why? Because my dad gave huge funds to this university. There was no chance of the professor failing me in any subjects.
DING DING.
The lunch break's bell rang, and Robert asked me to follow me. I was going to refuse him and go with my friends for breakfast. But he grabbed my hand and forced me to follow him to the university's cafe.
"Robert, let go of my hand. Everyone is watching us,'' I whispered as he dragged me inside the cafe's private room.
Pinning me against the wall, he growls angrily, "Why didn't you inform me about your marriage? What were you thinking about when getting married to the man you don't even know?"
"Oh boy. Are you perhaps jealous or is that anger I see?" I chuckle, as he secured my wrists against the wall. I could see the jealousy in Robert's eyes as he leaned forward and started planting wet kisses on my neck and shoulders.
"Ahh, Robert. Stop it already," I moaned, getting turned on by his aggressive behavior.
I never thought Robert would get this upset with my marriage. I have always played with Robert, taming this dangerous man to become my loyal dog. He is one of the reasons why Lucas fears me. When I first joined the Mafia group, Robert was the first one to get smitten by my seduction.
As I mentioned before I have a unique talent in flirting with men. I love men, their gorgeous bodies and the thing between their legs are my weaknesses. I can never get enough of sex no matter how many times, or with how many men I do. And that is my only magic card to turn the tables.
I had been groomed by Lucas who made me the horny young lady that you see now.
" Bella, I can't imagine you sleeping with another man," Robert groans, unbuttoning my shirt.