Bella's POV.
"John is on his secret mission, I doubt if he has heard about your husband's death," Helene answered in a thoughtful tone. "And even if he knows, rest assured because I'll take care of him."
"How?" I was confused and curious at the same time, because for me taking care means silencing the victims or better killing them off.
Helene rolled her eyes at me. "Girl, stop thinking about weird ideas. I mean I'll make him understand and he respects your dad."
"And by respect I mean, he literally is connected with your father, chairman Austin. And I think John was also a very good childhood friend of your late brother, Olivier."
"Seriously?" I gasped in shock, because I knew that my brother had a very introverted personality and he rarely made friends with anyone. Maybe those were lies, since those stories were narrated by my mother.
"Yes, John used to mention Olivier and Uncle Austin many times in the past. Don't know he stopped talking about Olivier a few months ago," Helene said, explaining about her husband's thoughts.
Getting indulged in her talking, I listened carefully to her. "So he will not chase me out? And would he not report me to the cops either?"
She nodded her head with a big smile. "Yes, girl. So give up on your worries and just enjoy your stay in my country. London is great."
She then touched my belly and whispered near my right ear, "And focus on your unborn child. Don't think that the child growing in your womb is that bastard's Alden Mcadam's grandchild."
My lips tightened as I agreed with Helene's words and soon she brought me to the room on the third floor. It was a spacious master bedroom with sofas and balconies. I looked at her before asking, "Are you sure this room is where I should be staying?"
"Yes," she said, opening the balcony's doors and windows for the fresh air. She called the maids to put fresh scented red roses in the vases.
I was baffled by the sight, she was ordering like a person who was completely aware of my preferences. And the maids were quick to follow her orders. I stood there dumbfounded when everything was done in a few minutes.
"Bella, I have customized the room according to you. Now please have a rest, you must be exhausted, right?"
"Yes..."
My words were stuck in my throat, as I didn't know what to say or how to react. Helene has matured beyond my expectations. The clumsy petite girl I used to know has become an understanding mature Madam of the mansion.
And something crossed my mind, before Helene could leave the room I asked, "How did you meet John? I don't remember you joining the military or volunteering in any campaign!"
"Oh girl, don't get me started on this," Helene blushed upon hearing my question.
"Could you share? Like I'm really curious about your love of life."
She smiled at me and agreed to narrate her first encounter with John Rupert only if I allowed her to bathe with me. Grabbing my hand, Helene walked inside the bathroom with me.
The maids arranged our bathing tubs and filled it with scented water. We undressed shortly after the maids left, soaking ourselves up.
"Actually I met John through a college trip," she began. "Our bus was hijacked by the terrorists and John with his platoon rescued us. I can't explain in words how attracted he appeared to me. He carried me in his strong arms and then in his SUV car he sent me home."
"So it was love at first sight," I commented.
"Yes, I fell head over heels for him but after that encounter, I never met with him. Until one day, my father's military friend introduced me to John."
"Woah," I reacted, hyping it up. " What a lucky fate you have there. So what happened after that is pretty much understandable."
"Stop teasing me, girl."
"And you even had your first child as soon as you married him. Gosh, I can imagine the passion both you and John had with each other," I teased her further.
Because she used to mock and tease me for my multiple relationships. However, soon my smile disappeared when Helene left the room. Dressed in comfortable pajamas, I sat there on the sofa staring out the window.
"It feels lonely..."
I subconsciously mumbled and quietly rested the back of my head on the sofa and sighed painfully. Pretending to be happy like nothing happened was draining me from inside.
My father, my men, and even Helene must be thinking I'm doing fine because I took revenge for my brother's murder. Little they knew was, I was hurting. I was slowly losing myself... I was giving into my despair.
That night was most unforgettable to me because I stayed awake thinking about Caspar. My dinner was sent to my room and Helene also visited me. But she soon left, I love how thoughtful she is sometimes.
***
The next morning, I said goodbye to Helene and her son Rowan before departing for the countryside 'Amor' where Helene's private villa was situated.
I boarded my helicopter with Lucifer, which my dad had left for me. I was planning on selling the helicopter and its license to make some quick money. I had asked Helene to arrange me with interested buyers. She was the host of her auction hall and it was safe this way, since no personal information was disclosed in public.
"Lucifer, you have a license for flying helicopters?" I asked when I saw him sitting in the pilot's seat.
"Yes, Boss."
Soon we entered Amor City and I could see folks looking up at my helicopter.
We landed at the front yard of one grand marble villa, it was luxurious and far more magnificent than what Helene had said.
I didn't want to show my face to the curious folks crowding outside my front yard's main gate. I walked inside with Lucifer and locked the door from inside.
***
Three months later...
I called for my maids as I tried to get down on my bed with my six-month-old belly.
"Boss, you shouldn't have tried to get down by yourself," Lucifer hurried into my bedroom and carried me into the bathroom.
He gently puts me down in the tub and begins to turn on the tap. I glanced at him and scolded, "Lucifer, leave. You surely don't want to watch me bathing, do you?"