This is a story that unfolds as you read it. It revolves around a girl named Bella Hart whose father steals from the notorious mafia leader, Daniel Parker, and flees. Bella's father is eventually caught and beaten, but he strikes a deal with Daniel...
An hour has passed since Daniel stormed out, The breakfast he prepared sits cold and neglected on the bedside table. I deliberately chose not to bathe, a silent act of rebellion against his expectations. As the familiar sound of the door unlocking echoes through the room once more, I remain still, refusing to acknowledge his return.
"Exactly as I expected!" he remarks, his gaze shifting from Bella to the untouched breakfast. "Anyway, let's go," he adds, his tone brimming with impatience.
"I am NOT going anywhere," Bella states firmly.
"Bella, I won't ask again," he warns.
Bella ignores him and remains rooted in place, her gaze fixed firmly ahead, determined not to yield to his demands.
"Alright, you asked for this," Daniel sighs, stepping towards Bella. He firmly grasps her shoulder, causing her to turn towards him. Without hesitation, he lifts her onto his shoulder, eliciting a shocked outcry from Bella, "Oh my God, Daniel, let me down! What are you doing? Let me go!" Ignoring her protests, Daniel carries her out of the room, down the stairs, and to the car. He opens the car door, gently seats Bella inside, "Comfy on my shoulder or prefer the seat?" Daniel teases, a playful grin on his face, Bella's jaw clenches as she shoots Daniel a glare. "Just buckle me in, Daniel," she snaps, her tone sharp with annoyance, refusing to engage in his banter. Daniel fastens her seatbelt before making his way to the driver's seat.
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As the car pulls up to the bridal store, Bella feels a wave of nausea wash over her, her stomach protesting against the lack of food for the past few days. She glances at Daniel, her eyes narrowing with resentment, knowing she can't show any sign of weakness, especially not in front of him.
"You okay?" Daniel asks, his tone laced with concern despite their strained relationship.
Bella grits her teeth, refusing to acknowledge his question. "Just drive," she mutters, her voice sharp with irritation.
They step out of the car, entering the elegant boutique adorned with delicate lace and flowing fabrics. Bella's head spins slightly as she takes in the array of dresses, her hunger and fatigue catching up to her.
"You should eat something," Daniel suggests, his voice softer now, his concern genuine.
Bella shoots him a glare. "I don't need your advice," she snaps, her pride refusing to accept any form of assistance from him.
Daniel sighs, frustration evident in his expression, but he doesn't push further, knowing Bella's stubbornness too well.
As Bella tries on dress after dress, her strength wanes, and she struggles to maintain her composure. Daniel watches silently, his heart aching for her despite their animosity.
