“Yes, Dad. I know,” I grumbled. “I have a date! I promise
you. I will not come to the opening of Swan Towers unattended.” Maybe I can bring Rosalie. My father didn’t
say that the date had to be male.
“You can’t just bring Rosalie, Isabella Marie,” Dad grumped.
Damn it. “Your picture is already splashed
on the newspaper gossip section because of your good-for-nothing ex-husband. I
told you not to marry that asshole!” Fucker.
Don’t remind me,
Charlie. “He’s not my ex yet, Dad,” I muttered. “Riley, the asshole, has
yet to sign the divorce paperwork. He thinks he can get more money out of our
settlement. Unlikely. He signed a pre-nup.”
“At least you listened to me about that, Isabella Marie. Do
I need to send over Carlisle to kick his ass?” Dad snarled. I rolled my eyes. “I
will. I got him a new gun for his birthday and I’m certain that Carlisle would love to try it out on Riley’s cheating
ass. Use his balls for target practice.”
“Tempting, Charlie,” I deadpanned. “But, if he dies, they
will come to me first. I don’t want to go to jail for having my ex-husband
assassinated, as nice as that would be. Relax, though. I have a date for the
opening. And no, it’s not Rose. I love her, but not in that way.” I shot a look
at my best friend. She was filing her nails as she worked on her iPad. “It’s a
friend of hers.”
“Well, as long as you have a date, that’s all that matters.
We have an image to uphold, Isabella,” Dad said. “Your ex-husband is not
helping that image.”
Bella Swan
Charlie Swan
Rosalie Hale
Riley Biers
Bella's Bedroom
Bella's Bathroom
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