The Bellingerre Series Book #1: The Billionaire & The Trophy Wife

Chapter Twenty Six: Loyalty

A/n: the events in this book are a glimpse of the ending of Book #2 of the St Patrick Series: "A Fleeting Romance".

Bea's POV
"I didn't see her I swear she came out of nowhere... she just showed up and I hit the brakes but I ran her over..." She sped spoke with her fingers tightly gripping my forearms.

"Bea, calm down. Did you stop to check on her?"

"Yes, I stopped and checked up on her but... she was dead... i think... so I left."

"Bloody hell love!" I exclaimed wondering how cursed she is to keep running into situations that end with someone nearly dead except in this case, she is dead.

"Did anyone see you?"

"No."

I pulled her into my arms hugging her with everything I have. I am worried about the son who didn't exist until twenty hours ago and she is worried she may have killed someone. What a day we are having! Now I cannot come clean about Scott. I may just end up dead.

I took her hands into mine, rubbing my thumb over her hand. She is not wearing the emerald ring I have to her when we made our engagement official.

"Where is your ring?"

That bloody thing cost me a fortune!

As if she too hadn't noticed, she gazed at her finger, shock evident in the depths of her emerald eyes.

"I must have lost it... somewhere... i don't know where... " She broke into a panic.

"It's all right love." I assured her. "It's just a bloody ring."

"I think I lost my phone too." She pointed out, fumbling through her purse like a mad woman. She even dropped to her knees emptying it on the pavement.

"That's enough." I intervened catching her shaking hands. "Let me ask Simon to drive you to my flat. You will stay there and wait for me. Don't tell anyone else what happened and try to calm down. Breathe Bea... breath."

I helped her put everything else in her purse and just when we were done, I called Simon.

"Take her to my flat, don't stop anywhere and keep an eye on her for me until I return. No one talks to her."

"Yes Sir Anthony and if I may add, Miss Naila is putting up quite a spectacle in the ballroom. You may wish to see it."

I quickly left heading back inside.

Nails is standing at the front looking slightly drunk. When she saw me she waved frantically.

"Now that all the 'Bellingerres'  are in the house I shall get started." She announced while unfolding a sheet of paper. "I hope you all don't mind but I wrote this down so that I don't forget a bloody word." When some bodyguards tried to touch her she pushed back. "I'll sue anyone who they aches me for harassment!"

They backed off at Wayne's order. She giggled, amusing some in the room but my father looks highly displeased.

"Wayne Bellingerre is a womanizing prick!" 

I covered my mouth in shock. Everyone gasped in horror. Wayne is unfazed. It is true. He is a womanizing prick! When Naila acts out, she makes it legendary, unforgettable and the damage is permanent. Once when she was sixteen my father confined her to the Manor to keep her from hanging out with her drug addict friends. She has a toxic relationship with fire. She likes to burn things. She burnt down half of the east wing of Bellingerre Manor. Just to point it out, my father sleeps in the east wing. Her point was loud and clear. Wayne has never confined her again.