Page 63 of Bastian

When I was feeling like absolute shit, I would come here and look at all the things they had for little girls. Clothes, accessories, and shoes that I knew my Ella would rock, and I left empty-handed, just like my heart felt at the time.

Today, that’s not the case.

I can give her the world now, and that, for the first time in a while, has me excited like I couldn’t explain if someone asked me.

There are no words.

Putting the car in park, I click on Nessa’s message to find an attachment linked. When I open it, it’s to see the latest article regarding Sebastian. This article has another photo of me and, from what I can read, a story about us.

There’s no way.

There’s no way in hell this happens out of the blue.

The media witnessed a young girl screaming at the then-senator of Chicago, knowing there was a juicy story back then, but they never published anything.

Nothing.

My face wasn’t plastered all over the news. I knew because of Benjamin that Sebastian threatened every media outlet if they so much as posted my name let alone my photograph, and out of nowhere, they did it? I wonder.

I know the magazines, newspapers, and sites have the right to publish a story but somehow he managed to get them off me with whatever trick he had up his sleeves back then but that’s not the case now.

Now.

My face and my name are all over the news.

I knew this would happen. I even prepared for my world to change for the second time around.

But something deep down inside me, the part that knows Sebastian and how his mind works, understands that this is no coincidence. No.

This is him fighting back.

Very well…

I can handle petty Sebastian.

That I can.

Turning the engine off, I put my Tom Ford black framed sunglasses on and get out of the car with a new purpose burning fiercely in my veins.

Ellaiza.

And bringing her father to his knees. However it needs to be done.

Whatever it takes.

Because I know I will only breathe again once he feels the pain and effects of his betrayal.

Because nothing is working to rid myself of this ache in my chest.

Absolutely nothing.

LOVE & HATE

PART II

“I’d rather die, before I tell you how I feel.” - A

ARIANNA

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