forced to fall

chapter one

all words/sentences in another language will be translated to english in italics.

i do not speak russian so if anything is improperly translated blame google, not me.

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song rec: still don't know my name by labrinth

"belle descends ici, nos invités sont arrivés!" she heard her mother call out softly from downstairs, groaning belle got up from her spot on the bed and looked over at her best friend who gave her a look of sympathy. belle come down, our guests have arrived!

"seamus please tell me you're going to be down there tonight, seeing you always makes those horrible business dinners better." the boy, if you could even call a twenty four year old that, smiled at belle's words before confirming that he would be serving them tonight.

"i'll be sure not to give you any peas." seamus joked sitting up from where he was just lying on her bed. "-but i really should get going. don't want the almighty morotov's seeing you with a peasant."

belle glared at seamus, telling him his joke wasn't funny before giving him a hug goodbye and exiting the room.

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"belle s'il te plait sois poli-" her father said to her as she made her way down the stairs. "mr. and mrs. morotov this is our youngest child belle. i apologize for her not being down here to greet you when you first arrived, she must have lost track of time practicing." his hand was placed in her back as she smiled at the guests, accepting their hands to shake them before looking over to see her brothers standing in a line, all four of them looking displeased to be there. belle please be polite.

"it is nice to meet you belle, i must say you do live up to your name." mrs. morotov speaks before gesturing to the boy who stood by her side. "this is my son viktor. Виктор, пожалуйста, поприветствуйте девушку." viktor, please greet the young lady.

belle thanked the woman for her kind words before reaching her hand out to shake viktor's, which he didn't reciprocate. instead he grabs ahold of her fingers and flips her hand so the back of it was facing the ceiling, all before he brings it up to his lips and places a gentle kiss onto her skin. belle flushed a deep hue before viktor places her hand back towards her side.

"c'était quoi ce putain de père, ne le laisse pas la toucher comme ça." belle's oldest brother, adélard, says. his tone not matching his words because he knew that this business dinner wasn't as innocent as it seemed to be. what the fuck was that dad, don't let him touch her like that.

belle eyed her brothers, noticing how tense they were, and immediately began to worry.

"que se passe-t-il? pourquoi tout le monde est sur les nerfs?" she asked no one in particular, just putting her questions in the air for those around her to hear. what is going on? why is everyone on edge?

"rien ma chérie-" her father began speaking before turning his attention back to the guests. "let us continue this in the dining room." nothing dear.

it didn't take belle very long to realize that this meeting was like no other her family has had in the past. they didn't have the power here, the morotov's did. for the first time in decades, the étoile's needed something from someone else. they weren't the ones making the deal, they were the ones following it.

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belle wasn't an idiot.

the longer that dinner went on, the more she realized how deep of shit her parents were with the morotov's.