Chapter 49 - Fangirl

As Bella cleaned the bedroom, Charles tossed a large folder onto the floor in front of her and said, “Handwrite this document for me.”

She looked at the dense folder and swallowed her anger. Bella then said with a smile, “I have a small suggestion. Are willing to listen to it?”

Charles glared at her coldly and said, “No!”

Bella clenched her teeth out of hatred because it was evident that it could be photocopied, but he required her to handwrite it. Her hand would hurt after handwriting a dozen pages.

When he looked at the frigid smile on her face that moment, the rage in his heart reduced immediately, and he said as his dashing eyebrows slightly lifted, “Do you have any problem with that?”

Bella quickly showed her toothy smile and said through those teeth, “No, I have no any problems at all.”

She did not know that Charles was allergic to flowers. When she saw the shocking redness on his waist the past few days, she still felt a little guilty.

However, she felt relieved alongside the guilt, because when he was on the business trip, she had to still supply him blood.

He deserved it!

If the punishments that Charles gave were not so terrible and cruel, she would have drunk chrysanthemum tea and touched flowers every day, so that the demon Charles would suffer as well.

Bella bitterly cursed him while she silently handwrote the thick pile of documents.

The more she wrote, the more she was shocked. Because she had been copying all the modern distributions of Williams Group.

It turned out that Charles was wealthy and his Company included many branches, such as a hotel, real estate, electronics, film and television studios, navigation, manufacturing, and finance. Every company was famous in their industries. Bella had heard of all these companies before, but she did not expect that these were Charles’s.

But the more she wrote, the angrier she became.

Sure enough, the richer the rich, the poorer the poor. The entire world called for the rich to help the poor, but Charles used his power to crush poor Bella.

Evil capitalist!

Every word that was written by Bella deeply penetrated the back of the paper and carried her anger against the capitalist Charles.

“Madam?” A servant knocked on the door and came in with a dress in her hand.

Bella loosened her grip on the pen and asked uninterestedly, “What?”

The servant greeted her very respectfully and said, “The mayor invited the Lord and you to attend the charity dinner. The Lord told me to tell you that you will need to leave in two hours and the stylist will arrive in an hour.”

It was not an inquiry but a notice.

Bella lightly replied, “I get it.”

The servant left, and Bella continued to handwrite the documents. The papers under the pen had been somehow getting damp.

She didn’t know how she ended up with such a life that she had to accept commands, punishments, being coerced into sex and having a child. This isn’t the life she wanted.

When would she get to live the life she wanted?...

She tried to have hope for the future, but the despair had constantly been magnifying.

Confusion and pain wrapped her heart tightly, making her increasingly fearful and scared.

How could she get out of here and get rid of this devilish man?

If she had never been free, she might be able to endure such a life. But she lived in the age of freedom, and she was deprived of that right. The unstoppable repression increased that desperation.

Bella felt that she was always walking in the dark hallways of an empty house and could never see the light.

Two hours later, Bella came down the spiral staircase. She looked even more beautiful and glamorous under the ability of the stylist then she had been before.

Charles stood at the bottom of the stairs and saw her descend them. His blue eyes showed admiration.

She looked stunning!

It was not the first time that he saw Bella all made up. When Charles’s Hotel; The Grand Sea Hotel opened, she was also done up. She was also unbelievably beautiful, charming and pure.

This time it differed from before. The stylist considered that Bella would attend the mayor’s function, so the makeup and hairstyle were more suitable.

Her face was dusted with translucent powder, which made her skin look smoother and more captivating. The cheeks were glowing even if she didn’t use blush. Also, she used the same lip gloss last time.

She wore a hand-made, water-blue vintage dress. The upper part was crossed like an Asian cheongsam with a lace lapel in front. A big blue sapphire substituted the frog clasp on the chest, which brought a little luxury to the simplicity of it. The lower part was a full-length skirt which swept the ground. One of her beautiful snow-white legs was faintly exposed through the high slit on the right side of the dress.

The delicate dress was covered in silver and silk embroidery. Under the light, the dress flowed like a silver wave that swayed slowly and again she looked more dignified, elegant, and pure.

Charles walked over and held out his hand. Roy at once handed him a handkerchief.

Charles looked at Bella indifferently and said, “Shut up!”

Did she open her mouth?

Although he had so many complaints about her, Bella kept silent.

Charles violently removed the lip gloss from her lips, and then he looked at the stylist and said, “Don’t apply lipstick to her again.”

Her lips’ colour was much better than the gloss.

Bella endured the pain that came from her lips and silently followed Charles into the car.

When they arrived at the venue, the charity gala had already begun.

Since it was a charity event, plenty of celebrities would surely be present.

The venue was packed with the local famous people, and some of them were movie stars.

Everyone held a wine glass as they talked animated and enthusiastic. They were so elegant and noble.

Bella didn’t have any fear, because no one dared trouble her under the companionship of Charles. Also, her generous and elegant manner attracted a lot of people. Some people even began to doubt whether the erotic photos were real or not.

“My Lord, your female companion is gorgeous,” Many of them complimented.

Charles ended the chats with everyone with an indifferent word “H’m.”

The mayor came over, and Bella was worried that Charles would also drive the mayor away with the cold response, so she quickly excused herself to go get some food.

As soon as she reached the dining table, a bitter and harsh voice suddenly sounded, “How could they let such small potatoes attend this kind of charity dinner?”

Hearing this nasty voice, Bella turned around and saw a glamorous woman arrogantly standing there. However, Lynn stood next to that woman.

Bella knew that woman. She was a perennial runner-up in the entertainment industry. Molly Sims was quite famous, but she never acted in a leading role.

It seemed that Lynn had found a friend in the entertainment industry.

Bella was not willing to argue with Lynn in public, so she took her dinner plate and prepared to leave quietly.

She didn’t expect that Molly’s eyes were tightly fixed somewhere.

As soon as Bella turned around again, she found that Charles was slowly coming to her and she subconsciously rushed to hide.

According to the way this woman’s manner was, it was apparent that she was a fan of Charles. If she saw that Bella came here with him, it would be guaranteed that this woman would not let her be in peace tonight.