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

Chapter thirty two: Farewell

"I won't take long."

Simon gave me a quick nod settling back in the car. I hurried to the front door and let myself in.

"Hope, are you home?" I called making my way to the living room. "I can't stay long tonight."

I have to get back to Bea and talk her down before she burns the Manor down. She's highly unpredictable. I just want to hold Scott for a while then I head back.

"Why not love?" Bea's voice startled me.

I froze feeling chilly to my spine. After this morning, I look at her a little differently. She's insane! She gave me a black eye after taking a swing at me with a golf club! I thought my mother was crazy but Bea is at another level.

"Welcome home darling. I know your dirty secrets." She told me. "Sit down Marc Anthony. We should talk."

She's holding my son. Hope is tied up on the floor beside her.

Sitting down is a bad idea. It will leave me vulnerable to her attacks. I opted to stand in case she wants to give me another black eye.

"No thank you. I'll stand." I took a step back, checking if the door is a possible way out. "Bea, what have you done? Is she dead?" I asked her.

"Why don't you come closer and take a look?" There's a frying pan on the stool beside her. It must be her new weapon of choice. I cautiously approached her, my eyes
moving between Bea and Hope. She gets violent when she's mad. Wendy was badly hurt after their confrontation. Now Hope. "I was tempted to go for the knife. I wanted to kill her, carve out her heart and burn it. Who is she?"

Her eyes are dark, cold and almost lifeless.

I wonder how she would actually have felt if I had actually cheated. Perhaps both Hope and I would be dead.

"Her name is Hope. She is Scott's nanny."

"Are you banging her?"

"No." I answered.

"Where is Scott's mother?"

"Enjoying her honeymoon somewhere in the Caribbean. Look Bea, is there a point to these bloody questions?"

"Are you cheating on me with the nanny?" She questioned.

"No."

I noticed her bleeding fore arm. Hope must not have gone down easily. It is peculiar to think it at this moment but it pleases me that my girl can hold her own in a fight. I fought the stupid grin that almost took me.

"Let's do something about that. I'll hold Scott." I offered gesturing at the cut.

"He's beautiful... almost as beautiful as you. You're a beautiful liar Marc Anthony. I hope Scotty here hasn't inherited that part of your gene."

"Don't hurt him." I decided to get out in front of my biggest fear.

"I'm not that cruel Marc Anthony. I can't hurt a child. I'm upset that you could keep your son from me. I'm upset that you have been lying to me."

"I omitted the truth. I didn't lie."

"Same thing bastard! Same thing!" She kept her tone calm and controlled.

"You're right. I'm sorry. But don't hurt Scott."

"I wouldn't harm a strand of hair on his head but as for you and Hope, I will gladly kill you both with a smile on my face."

Scott seemed to stir slightly. His little hands moved and as he woke, I watched Bea smiling down at him.

That I hadn't expected. I thought she would hate my son.