Bride of Mr.Billion (Bella and Herbert) novel Chapter 2

Bella’s POV:

I didn’t dare to stop. I ran faster.

In terms of strength, I’m definitely no match for him.

Fortunately, the man did not catch up.

When I walked out of the hotel, I was still afraid. I stroked my beating heart. Fortunately, I ran fast enough.

I wouldn’t have anything to do with that man in the future. I didn’t have to worry about him anymore. Thinking of this, I was more relaxed.

After having some breakfast, I went to the company.

Halfway through, I received a call from my mother Susan.

“Oh, dear, today is your Uncle John’s 60th birthday. We will hold a banquet at the Conrad Hotels. You must come.”

“No, mom. I don’t want to go.” I knew that if I went to the banquet, I would definitely meet my father and the stepmother.

“Although I’m an adult, my father cheated on me and my mother. Until now, I can’t forgive him.”

“Your Uncle John and Aunt Carter have always been very nice to you. They took the initiative to invite you this time.” Susan tried to persuade me.

I thought about it. When my father cheated on me, I was less than ten years old. At that time, without Uncle John and Aunt Carter, my life with my mother would only be more difficult.

I thought for a moment and finally chose to agree. “Okay, I’ll go.”

“Don’t get into any more conflicts when you see your father!” Susan said.

“He won’t cause me trouble, nor will I.” I hung up the phone.

Back then, my mother knelt on the ground and begged my father. As long as he did not get a divorce and gave her and her children a home, she could ignore the matter between him and that mistress.

But my bastard father is still not satisfied. He not only divorced my mother, but also took away all the money.

After that, only we knew how hard it was for the three of us…

I came to the company just in time. I’m not late.

I came to my desk and my colleague, Joey Farmiga, walked over to me. “Oh, dear, didn’t you break up with your ex? Why can’t I see your sadness at all?”

Joey usually had a good relationship with me, so I knew that she didn’t mean anything.

“Last night, I spent 150 dollars on a prostitute to comfort my wounded heart,” I said with a smile.

“Is it useful for such a cheap man?” Joey curled her lips.

As soon as I heard this, I knew that Joey thought I was joking.

We often make all kinds of jokes. Those who don’t know must think we have rich experience in dealing with men. But in fact, our private lives are more conservative and not as open as we said.