Bella's pov
The music stopped, putting an end to my melancholy. It was a sign that a message entered my phone. I looked at the screen. It was a message from an unknown number,
“Be ready. Your ride will be there tomorrow monday, 8 a.m. A black sedan. Your driver, Carl.” Just like the announcement of the end of the world...
Edward. Where the hell did he get my number? How much does he know about me?
The hell am I going to do now? Run?
I might call my brother. He always knows what to do… I've done this before—run from problems. That's how I ended up here. I could go far away. Somewhere he will never think of. He will never find me…
My plans were interrupted by a beep from another message,
“Don't try to act smart. I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU!” How? Is he spying on me? I looked around, search
