The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Bella

I stared at the phone in disbelief as my hands shook. Then I set it down slowly and pressed my palm to my mouth, trying to hold my gasp.

I wanted to run after Scott and tell him everything. I wanted to scream until the walls shook.

For a moment, I thought about doing something like calling him again, like trying to trace the number, like walking into the police station and telling them everything.

However, I knew that if I did that, Craig would only make things worse. I knew how quickly he could spin it all into something worse. What if he released the video now if I went to the police?

By morning, I was exhausted, angry, and running on pure anxiety. Because I didn’t know what else to do, I called Troy. I needed to talk to him.

He picked up quickly. “Yes, my queen?”

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped, pacing near the window keeping my voice low as I heard my kids giggling from the kitchen. Then I took a deep breath. “Craig called me!”

“What?” He sounded aghast. “Do you have the number?”

“Yes, I have and I will share it, but he is getting impatient and said that Maya will come to meet me. So tell me where is Scott?”

There was a long silence. “He’s… handling things.”

“Troy, I’m not a child. Tell me where he is.”

“I can’t,” Troy said, and he sounded uncomfortable.

My chest tightened. “Why are you acting like this? You used to tell me things. Even when you didn’t like me, you told me the truth.”

“I always liked you,” Troy corrected, and for once his voice softened.

I closed my eyes, fury spiking. “So tell me where he is or what is going on.”

“I’m not allowed to discuss details, Bella,” Troy answered carefully.

“That’s funny,” I shot back. “Because when it comes to telling me what to wear or where to stand, everyone in this world has plenty to say. But when it comes to my marriage and my life, suddenly I’m a child.”

“Bella,” Troy tried, voice low, “please-”

“Is he even coming home?” I demanded.

Another

pause. “He will. But Millie will join you soon. She’ll help you with wedding preparations.”

I stared at the phone like it had offended me. “That’s all you have to say? That’s not what I asked,” I snapped. When he didn’t reply, I said, “Will you let him know about Craig’s call?”

Troy exhaled. “I will let him know.”

The call ended, leaving me more unsettled than before. I shared the unknown number with him.

Chapter 112

I decided I was going to meet my father or grandmother. Somehow, I was sure that Lucy was also with Maya in this. I didn’t know why exactly I wanted to meet my father. Maybe because it felt like the only thing I could control. Maybe because part of me needed to confirm that Craig and Maya weren’t doing something else behind my back.

I took a bath and quickly got dressed. But before I could even grab my bag, Millie arrived.

“Where are you going, Bella?” she asked, her face full of concern.

“I’m going to meet my family,” I said decisively.

“What? No!” she said, stopping me. “They are the last people you should meet.”

I stared at her for a moment. Tears filled my eyes and spilled down:

my cheeks.

Millie rushed to me and pulled me into a hug. “Hey, hey, don’t do this to yourself,” she urged softly.

“What’s the point of marrying him,” I blurted out. “Scott has distanced himself from me because of that fake video. He has stopped trusting me.” I let out a loud sob. “He hasn’t even talked to me or discussed this issue. It is eating me from inside. Millie.”

“Oh, honey,” she said, hugging me softly. “I’m so sorry.” Millie then pulled back enough to look at my face. “Bella, listen to me,” she insisted. “You’re already married in the pack–lands. That bond is sacred. This human wedding is just a formality for your world. It’s an eyewash for this society.”

“That doesn’t make it feel better,” I whispered.

Millie sighed and reached for my hands. “Come on, the wedding is in three days. We still have appointments. If you sit here spiraling, you’ll make yourself sick.”

I lowered my head, and wondered if I shouldn’t go to meet Daddy.

“Please Bella, let’s get through the day.”

I exhaled roughly and then nodded. Millie took me to all the places where I had been avoiding, and I went through it like a machine. Dress fitting. Hair trial. Beauty parlor. More dress adjustments. Everything felt mechanical. This wasn’t what I signed up for. When I returned to the penthouse later, my head was aching.

Maya was sitting in the main room, and that made my blood boil. Millie squeezed my hand softly to calm me. She looked at Maya and went inside with all the shopping bags.

I clenched my jaw and stood fixed to my place with my arms crossed across my chest. “I got a call from him last night. He said that you’ll come to meet me.”

Maya swallowed, voice low. “Craig wants his money soon.”

My whole body tensed. “Does father know about this?” I asked.

Her eyes widened in surprise, which meant that father didn’t know. “You know Craig’s serious. There’s no point in dragging Daddy into this.”

I took a step forward, jaw clenched. “I want to meet him.”

Maya blinked. “What?”

“I want to talk to him and end this,” I snapped. “And if he wants money, fine. After the wedding, I’ll get my inheritance of twenty million. He can take it. I don’t care anymore. I just want this to stop.”

Maya shook her head immediately. “No. The stakes have increased. He won’t stop unless he gets fifty million.”

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I was about to lash out at her, about to tell her exactly what I thought of her tears and her acting, when the elevator door. opened and Scott walked in.

His face was hard, eyes cold, and his posture was controlled like he was holding himself together by force. The moment he saw Maya, something dark moved across his expression. I felt his Lycan stirring, wanting to do something untoward “Why are you here?” he asked her in a barely controlled rage.

“Craig sent me saying he wants the fifty million as soon as possible. You haven’t contacted him and so he is getting impatient.

Scott’s gaze stayed on Maya like he was assessing her or calculating something. When he didn’t say anything, I offered, “After marriage, I’ll get my twenty million-”

“Fine,” he replied, voice dangerously calm, cutting me off. “But I have conditions.”

Maya’s breath caught. “What conditions?”

“You will deliver my terms to Craig,” he told her. “And you will do it exactly the way I tell you, or this ends differently than he expects.”

Maya’s face tightened, but she nodded.

“Tell him that I will give him money just before our wedding. I don’t trust him. Tell him that he has to be there for the wedding. If he doesn’t come, this deal is off, come what may!”