"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘆." He groaned, his voice deep and husky as he continued to tug on my hair.
I looked out the window with a moan, feeling him pick up his pace. "Everyone...
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Chapter Eight: Broken Promises -
"You promised!" I groaned, leaning back in the chair and watching the little girl complain in my lap with the large slushy in her small hands.
Red and blue was her favourite one to get and when she gave me puppy dog eyes hoping she could get a large instead of a small, I couldn't deny her that sort of happiness.
I looked at her feeling guilty. "Princesa, they were closed."
{Princess}
She looked at me shaking her head before pouting. "I'm gonna tell Abuela that you were being mean."
{Grandma}
The academy had been closed when I got there with Bella. Wanting to be a ballerina like the young woman she had somehow looked up to, I had tried to get her in to see her perform but they had been closed and now I was officially labelled as the bad guy.
Nodding my head, I placed her down on the floor allowing her to stand on her feet before speaking. "Not if I can get to her first."
"Hey! That's not fair."
Isabella Alvarez, the funny, tricky and sometimes sassy, three-year-old. Being the daughter of a billionaire, most would often think she was spoiled but I'd never allow the money to get to her little head.
Not that she really understands much now, anyway.
My daughter had been in my world since day one. She had always been my light from the day she was born to the minute I first held her in my arms. My everything but sadly, her mother didn't think so.
A two-year relationship turned bad after finding out that she only needed money to run away with a secret lover, but had been pregnant with my child before she could ever leave.
Not liking the way her body looked after giving birth to Isabella, she up and left. Of course, I wanted Isabella to have a mother figure in her life, but not someone who didn't want her. Telling her to name her price, I gave her what she wanted and she left without looking back.
Isabella deserved way more than what she had to offer and I would not allow her to grow up in a home that wasn't good enough or a place where she felt neglected and or unwanted.
Keeping my eyes directly on Isabella, her movements were fast and a bit unsteady. "I've got my eyes on you, Bella, be careful when you're running."
I wasn't actually going to run after her because I knew my mother would still end up coming to tell me that my broken promises weren't right. I would also see her listening to Isabella's complaints as she was in the office right across from mine.
