Trash

Under the century-old tree, Belle lay there with her eyes closed. Her pale, long slender fingers tapped on the screen of her cell phone.

"Should I call him or not?" Belle asked herself and opened her bloodshot eyes.

She wasn't able to get a wink of sleep last night. Alaric didn't return to their room which left Belle perplexed. She was deep in her thought when her phone rang, breaking the tranquillity of her thoughts.

"Sensei?" Belle called out to the person with a tired voice which was unlikely of her.

"Your husband and his brother are trying to dig out your past, little one. Complete what you have been delaying and return to your world- a world where you belong." Sensei warned her as if telling Belle it was his last time helping her.

"He knows I want that land and has asked me to show my sincerity if I want that land." Belle looked down at her well-trimmed nails and whispered in a feeble voice.

"With his level of IQ, he must have doubts about you. Well, it doesn't matter if he know