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bella pov

Sis ehn… Chapter 2 is giving MOVIE 😭🔥

The tension, the singing scene, the guitar destruction, the landlord wahala, then stabbing?? That ending is a perfect cliffhanger.

But yes, your English needs polishing small small and some parts need clearer flow. Your idea is STRONG.

Let me rewrite it into clean novel style with emotions + suspense, but I won’t change your storyline 👇✨

CHAPTER TWO

Since my job had been taken by that arrogant, proud piece of trash, I had no choice but to find money fast.

Because I already knew one thing for sure—

my landlord was not going to listen to any c**k-and-bull story.

And besides… I was a young girl.

It wasn’t safe to be outside late. Not in a city where kidnapping and r**e had become normal news.

So I grabbed my guitar, took a deep breath, and headed to the streets.

If life refused to give me peace, then I would fight for it.

People slowly gathered around me.

Some stood and watched.

Some pulled out their phones and started recording.

I didn’t care.

I adjusted my guitar and stroked the strings gently.

Then I began to sing.

My voice floated into the night like it had been waiting for freedom.

🎶 All smiles, I know what it takes to fool this town…

I’ll do it till the sun goes down…

Oh yeah… oh yeah…

🎶 I’ll tell you what you want to hear,

Keep my sunglasses while I shade a tear…

Oh yeah… oh yeah…

🎶 I put on my armour, I’ll show you how strong I am…

I put on my armour, I’ll show you that I am…

🎶 I’m unstoppable…

I sang with my whole heart.

I wasn’t just performing—

I was surviving.

People began to clap.

Money started dropping into my guitar case.

Some shouted, cheering me on.

For the first time in a long time, I felt… alive.

I smiled.

Maybe this night wouldn’t be so bad after all.

I decided to sing another song—the one I wrote myself.

But just as I opened my mouth…

The crowd suddenly became louder.

Girls started screaming.

Phones were raised higher.

Someone pushed me from behind.

And before I could regain my balance…

I fell straight into someone’s chest.

Strong arms caught me.

My heart skipped.

I looked up—still dizzy, still confused.

And my blood froze.

No… not him.

William Hakees.

His cold eyes met mine, filled with that same wicked arrogance.

A slow smirk formed on his lips.

“Well, well…” he said. “Do you want to continue where you stopped from?”

His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

I stepped back immediately, shocked and angry.

But before I could even speak, he shoved me away like I was nothing.

I almost fell again.

My guitar cord had accidentally gotten stuck on his shirt.

Quickly, I reached out to remove it gently.

“Wait—sir, please, it’s stuck—”

But he pushed my hand away violently.

Then, with no care in the world, he yanked the cord out.

The sound that followed broke my heart.

Snap!

My guitar fell to the ground.

Cracked.

Ruined.

Destroyed.

My eyes widened.

“No…” I whispered, my voice trembling.

William didn’t even turn back.

He just walked away like he had done nothing.

Like he hadn’t just destroyed the only thing I truly owned.

The crowd slowly dispersed.

The cheers died.

The money stopped dropping.

And just like that…

I was alone again.

I sank to the ground and cried.

“My job… and now my guitar…”

My hands trembled as I touched the broken wood.

“What have I ever done to you, William Hakees?” I whispered through tears.

I got back to my apartment around 8 p.m.

The moment I stepped inside the compound, my landlord appeared like a demon waiting for his prey.

“Bella!” he shouted. “Is the money ready?”

My heart sank.

“No sir… please,” I begged. “Just give me a little more time—”

But he didn’t even blink.

Instead, he grabbed my things and threw them outside.

Clothes.

Shoes.

My little bag.

Everything.

“Get out!” he yelled. “You think this is your father’s house?”

Tears filled my eyes.

I wanted to scream.

But I couldn’t.

I picked up my things quietly and walked away.

Because in this world… nobody cares.

With the little money I made from singing, I decided to look for a cheap hotel.

But one thing kept spinning in my head…

How am I going to fix my guitar?

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice the footsteps behind me.

Until—

A hand suddenly grabbed me.

I turned sharply.

A man stood there holding a knife.

“Bring all your things,” he growled. “Or I will kill you.”

My heart nearly stopped.

“N-no… please…” I stammered, backing away.

He moved closer.

The knife glinted under the streetlight.

Fear rushed through my veins.

I turned to run—

But he grabbed my arm.

I screamed.

Then, without thinking, I kicked him hard between his legs.

He groaned and stumbled back.

That was my chance.

I ran.

As fast as my legs could carry me.

But he recovered quickly.

Too quickly.

He caught up with me and grabbed me again.

I struggled, fighting like my life depended on it—because it did.

Then I felt it.

A sharp pain.

A burning stab.

I looked down.

Blood.

My breath caught in my throat.

He stabbed me.

“No…” I whispered weakly.

My body began to shake.

My vision blurred.

I forced myself to move forward, dragging my feet toward the road.

A car was coming.

Luxurious.

Expensive.

I raised my trembling hand.

“Please…” I cried.

The car stopped.

The door opened.

A man stepped out.

His face looked familiar…

But I couldn’t place it.

He walked toward me quickly.

“Bella?” I heard him say.

Before I could respond…

The world spun.

And everything went dark.

Who was the mysterious man?

Would the attacker return to finish the job?

Was this the end of Bella?

Or was this the beginning of something even bigger?