Bella's POV.
In the mash-up night club, Lyon City, France.
"Gosh, I'm here again. I wonder what impression I left on my father-in-law. Or rather I'd say what chairman Alden Mcadam thought about me after witnessing my disgraceful behaviour.
I guess he felt an excruciating amount of humiliation and shame. That was what he should get for giving birth to an insolent son.
"Like, bruh, I'm not a pushover. I just wanted to meet my husband and try to understand him..." I said to myself as I continued drinking the shots of wine.
Nobody has ever tried to know about my feelings. I also wished to live a normal life like other young ladies. All the men till now only confessed their fake love to me because I'm the heir of the Dior group.
I was like a shining diamond in the market who everyone wanted to own and use. I had already given up on love and used those men's feelings to fill up my emptiness in my heart.
When I got bored with them, I used to break up and look for other guys. This was the whole system of my relationship scandals. But now what? I was married and can't have any boyfriends!
And what was funny was that my so-called contract husband intended to be in a formal business relationship other than intimate. I mean, what was I supposed to do with my daily dose of sexual needs?
"Does this even make sense? I'm already twenty years old and I need to have romance daily because of my abnormal body needs. And that contract husband of mine wants no physical relationship..."
The more I was thinking about it the more my body was getting worked up. I wanted to murder that outrageous man Caspar Mcadam. If only I could meet him someday!
I sighed and rested my head on the bartender's desk. I can't travel all the way to New York to meet my husband because of my final years of graduation.
Also after disrespecting my father-in-law, I don't think they'll let me return back alive. Afte rall I was only a source of alliance between two businessmen.
'I'm sad... I feel like crying. Why didn't I agree with my dad's idea to marry the younger son? At least he was a well known figure,' I sighed again.
BANG BANG
Someone fired in the bar creating the commotion out of the blue. I lifted my face up and saw people running here and there. I couldn't see the man who was firing bullets at some group of gangsters.
"Miss, please leave from the back door. I think it's a Mafia organization's attack," the bartender informed hiding under his desk.
I turned back and saw a tall silhouette of a muscular man dressed in black firing at the group of gangsters. I could have taken care of the gangsters if I had my sniper rifle. Unfortunately I was not in the mood of killing or helping out others.
For here, my friends and other people knew me as Bella which is only the name for identification. Otherwise people didn't know me as Ishabella who was a ruthless daughter of Mafia boss.
Since there was a rule which every heir from the Mafia family follows. That is recognizing each other by their codenames. Ishabella was my codename which was given by my dad [ Mafia Boss] to hide the identity of Bella Dior, the daughter of chairman Austin Dior.
The fact that not many people know my face as Bella Dior because I never appeared in the media. The scandalous posts had my face covered with masks. Since I was careful to hide my face with a mask to whomever I would meet.
Getting up, I lazily walked towards the back door entrance. But damn, I stumbled upon the nearby chair and fell down on the floor.
"Damn fuck!"
My alcohol tolerance was bad to begin with. I would feel dizzy only after drinking one bottle of wine. I would rather not talk about my legs because they'd become useless. I couldn't walk a step further.
"Should I call my bodyguards? But then my dad will find out about this place! I don't want him to send bodyguards to spy on me every day."
I crawled towards one corner behind the table. Hiding myself carefully under the empty table, I hurriedly texted one of my male friends to come.
My friends knew about this club because I would always hang out with them. It was just today I didn't call them, which was my terrible mistake.
THUD THUD.
Footsteps of boots walked towards the table where I was hiding. My fingers stopped typing as I immediately switched off my phone. I've been in these types of situations during my assassin training .
I placed my phone aside whilst I pulled my dress's sleeves down exposing my perfect cleavage. The footsteps stopped in front of the table and god knows why there was unbearable awkward silence in the bustling club.
"Who's under the table?" an aggressive, cold voice asked.
I had no choice but to face that gangster. I crawled out of the table and stood straight in front of that man. His face was half covered with a mask while his glowing hazel eyes were staring down at me from 6’2 feet.
I had to look up because of my 5’5 height. He leaned forward, supporting his hands on the table. Cornering me in the middle, he closed the distance between us.
I was already feeling awkward being this close to a gangster. I tried to call someone for help but for goodness's sake that damn club was empty with five dead bodies lying on the floor.
'He killed those men and now wants to kill me? Is he one of my ex bf? I don't remember dating any gangsters or Mafia Bosses! Then who's this crazy man ?' I thought, staring into his cold piercing eyes.
Mustering up my courage I asked, "Do you know me?"
" Yes."
His voice sounded familiar like I'd heard it before. And before I could ask anything further, he wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me close.
"Don't you remember me? You left your lingerie in my suite."