The story opens quite normally, with Bella residing at the Keller family mansion surrounded by the wealth and privilege attached to the name of Keller. However, tensions are running high. She has always envied Bella's success and position in the family. One day, Leila sets in motion a plan to tarnish Bella's reputation by spreading rumors that Bella has been selling her body for money. The accusations quickly spread and are believed by their parents, especially their strict father, Edward Keller, who has no tolerance for such shame in the family.
Chapter 1 The disown
Bella was set up by her sister Leila, Lucy Bell's Best friend with Bella stepmother Amella Keller.
they three of them team up together and drugged bella,on her birthday party that was hold in one of the 5 Star hotels in the city, bella find herself in a dark hotel room with a strange man, bella struggled to escape but she couldn't, the man take advantage of bella that night, as a virgin she feel so terrified. Bella couldn't stop crying, because betrayal was too much for her, she couldn't stop imagining how her sister and her stepmother with her best friend did this to her.
intensify as Amella mocks Bella for being gullible and Leila reveals plans to expose her alleged involvement in selling her body for money.
Bella's father, Edward Keller, disowns her, believing the false accusations, and she is kicked out of her home.
"Dad, I really didn't do it. Bella tried to explain herself.
However, Edward Keller did not want to hear another word from her. He glowered at her maliciously as he snapped, "Still lying to me, I see. Get out of this home right now!
I will not stand to have you under my roof. No daughter of mine could be so shameless. From now on, you are not my child!"
Meanwhile, on the staircase landing, Leila watched this scene play out as she leaned against the banister with her chin propped on her hand. Everything was going exactly the way she had planned. In a matter of minutes, Bella was going to be cast out of the house and wander around like some pathetic stray mutt.
Downstairs in the living room, Bella fell silent when she saw the thunderous and disappointed look on her father's face. She wordlessly rose from her seat and walked up the stairs to pack up her things.
She had only just rounded the landing when Leila blocked her. With her arms crossed haughtily in front of her chest, the younger girl sneered, "Get out of here! Don't linger around like an eyesore. This house will never have a place for you ever again!"
Bella gripped her fists as she glowered at Leila's pleased expression.
Seeing the hatred and anger in Bella's eyes, Leila leaned forward. "What, do you want to slap me or something?" She turned her cheek toward the fuming girl and said arrogantly, "Go right ahead, then!"
Without holding back, Bella brought her hand down across Leila's face, resulting in a hard slap. "Ah!" Leila let out a shrill cry. "You just hit me! Mom, Dad, Bella just hit me!" She howled as she bolted down the stairs.
Amella Keller quickly pulled her daughter into her arms and cried up the stairwell, "How dare you strike my daughter, Bella! What the hell are you playing at?!"
Edward glanced at the red imprints on Leila's cheek, and he had never been more disappointed in his life. When did my oldest daughter become so infuriatingly rebellious?
"Dad, it hurts..." Leila sobbed as she burrowed into her father's arms, taking in exaggerated deep breaths like she was in great pain.
"Get out of here, Bella!" Edward roared up the stairs.
Having packed up her things, Bella grabbed her passport and went down the stairs. Her heart grew stone-cold when she saw how her own father was holding Leila in his arms like she was something precious.
Bella knew then that she indeed had no place in his heart. Edward had only heard Leila's side of the story instead of asking Bella about the terrifying incident she had endured last night.
Ever since her mother had passed, she had spent her years in this home living like an outsider, for her father had brought home his mistress and his illegitimate daughter to form a new family.
Bella's poor mother had never known about her husband's extra-marital affairs, not even in her death. I will never come back to this place ever again.
Inside the house, Leila watched as Bella dragged her suitcase out the front door, and a wicked smile curled on her lips. I finally got rid of that useless eyesore!
six years later, a knock came on the front door of an apartment in Danbury.
The woman living in the apartment had been poring over her designs when she heard the knock. A little bewildered, she walked up to the door and pulled it open unhappily. When she saw the two men in suits, she asked , "Who are you looking for?"
"Are you Miss Bella keller?" one of the two men asked in English. "yes. And you are?" Bella pressed.
"We were asked to look for you. Your mother,Lisa Keller, saved our young master's life back in the day. The old madam whom we serve wishes to see you."
She frowned at this. "Who's the old madam you serve?" "Old Madam Catherine Callaway," the first man answered respectfully.
Upon hearing this, Bella understood what had brought these men here. Old Madam Catherine was the woman behind the Callaway Group, the foremost conglomerate in the country. Years ago, Bella's mother had sacrificed her life to save Old Madam Catherine's oldest grandson.
It gave Bella great pride to have been born to a police officer as capable and righteous as lisa.
"I'm sorry, but I don't intend to see her," Bella said decidedly. She had a feeling that Catherine wanted to repay Lisa's great deed, but she had no plans of accepting their gesture whatsoever.
Just then, a childish and curious voice sounded from somewhere inside the apartment, asking, "Mommy, who is it?"
"No one," Bella replied hastily. Then, she turned to address the men at the door, "Sorry, but I'm really not in a mood for guests at the moment."
With that, she closed the door.
Meanwhile, back in the country, a man was seated on the couch inside the villa tucked halfway up the hill. "Have you tracked her down?"
"Yes, Young Master Elliot. The girl from the clubhouse six years ago just sold off your watch at the second-hand market." "Find her," said the man on the couch, his voice deep and authoritative.
"Yes, sir!"
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