The Green Eyed Montser

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Chapter 13

Unknown's POV

How does she do it? Acting all caring and trying to earn appreciation.
She's all fake.

She makes my blood boil. The mere thought of her makes me go mad.

The only thing keeping me from snapping her neck right now is the thought of her begging me for mercy when the time comes.

I will ruin her!

"Everything is set, for the party tomorrow.
Surely things will go smoothly this time."

I curtly nodded with a scowl still displayed on my face.

The ruckus in the morning did not afflict enough pain onto her. She needs to be taught a lesson and the only way to do so is by leaving scars.

I will make you go through the agony I went through.

Your mine b*tch!

Bella's POV😇

"Ouch." I cried out as Numia applied pressure on my bruise to apparently make it heal faster by stimulating blood circulation.

Should I really trust a seventeen-year-old to quicken the healing process?

Probably not,  but I was too lazy to do anything about it.

The infirmary was deserted and so Numia decided to play doctor, what a weirdo!

I stared at her intensively as she gave in.

"What do you want to know"

"Why did you reject Hadrian?" I asked as I stared dead into her eyes.

"How did you know about - honestly I'm scared to know." She rumbled.

I gave my unimpressed look as she let a sigh out.

"He didn't mean it. I mean how could a guy like him want plain old me?" She spoke with a sad smile plastered on her face.

"You, plain and old? Are you kidding me?  You are beautiful, bold and always speaking your mind. I'm so glad that I got to meet you and I'm not the only one thinks that. Hadrian confessed his undying love to you because there's something about you. Never underestimate yourself." I pulled her up in a hug.

"But what if he cheats on me? How could I trust him?" she asked.

"Well if he does, which I know he won't, I'll break his face and make soup out of him and sweety love itself is a risk. The question is, are you willing to take a chance? Love ain't easy and is no fairytale, but it's something else." I let out while staring far ahead.

Maybe I should accept my own advice.

A squeak was heard as I mentally facepalm myself. I cleared my throat hoping she didn't hear any noise which she didn't.

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