Bellamy: "You were great today," Dad patted my back as we walked into the mansion to get some rest. "Thank you, Dad," I smiled proudly, feeling fulfilled. I was a little sad that I didn't get to see Vieve today. But at least my class went amazingly. If I did everything well and became a better per
Genevieve: I began to focus on everything. But because Wolvin had left for a walk, I couldn't really say how he knew about everyone's secrets. "Bellamy!" I walked into the room to find him standing next to his laptop and staring at the screen. The moment he saw me, he swiftly turned it off and gav
Genevieve: "Bellamy! Can you tell me what's wrong with you?" After hours of waiting for Bellamy to return, I finally found him near the road leading back to the mansion. I don't even know what my mates have been doing since I arrived here. It really bothers me that they're not checking up on me any
Genevieve: "What do you mean, 'why'? Didn't you see what he did to my daughter?" Mr. Browning yelled at Emre, causing him to shake his head firmly. "So now that he's turned down your desperate daughter, you want him out of the mansion. But what about when he wronged Gennie? Nobody said a thing. H
Genevieve: "Wow," I interjected before she could even kiss him, clapping my hands. The two of them jumped apart, and Bellamy lowered his head with a disappointed grunt. "We were just talking," Kit stuttered, but the look on her face brought back memories of the smirks she had been giving me. She
Bellamy: "Dad, what's going on? Where is Mommy?" Ariel smiled hysterically as she broke the hug to ask her crying father. He was crying loudly, shaking his head and grunting, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Dad," she placed her hands on his shoulders to ask again, and I felt my breath quicke
Genevieve: I woke up hours later on the cold floor, and the very first thing that crossed my mind was, "Oh, no! Caspian!" As I got up from the floor, I almost tripped again due to dizziness. But once I had gathered all my senses and energy, I rushed toward the bathroom door. I didn't even know how
Bellamy: "Just don't move," Ariel complained as she cleaned my feet with a wet cloth. "I don't want you to touch my feet," I complained again, feeling awful as I watched her shake her head and take care of me. It had been two years since I became bedridden, and to be honest, things had only gotten