Bella’s heels clicked furiously against the concrete as she stormed toward the sleek black car waiting by the curb, her face twisted into a deep scowl.
Mr. Langley followed close behind, his own expression dark and severe, anger etched into every line of his face. As they neared the car, Bella spun around, her voice low, simmering with resentment.
“Daddy, how do I make Michael mine?” she asked, frustration curling her words as she fought the sting of Michael’s rejection.
Mr. Langley’s glare was cold, ruthless. “Don’t even mention his name to me again,” he snapped, his voice a sharp reprimand.
“That man has no respect. The way he spoke to me… it’s unforgivable.” He climbed into the backseat of the vehicle as one of his bodyguards held the door open.
Bella folded her arms tightly, huf
