Page 7 of How to Get Even

Her phone buzzed from messages flying back and forth between the girls, but Bella barely noticed. At least half were from Astrid who was also in New York and trying to find time in a very busy schedule for them to meet up.

Here too, floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of Manhattan that was breathtaking. Winter’s dusk painted the sky in remarkable shades of pinks and early evening purples. A few stars were out already, peeking down on the snow-covered rectangle of Central Park stretched out in front of her.

Of course, the position comes with an apartment,Tejvir Nayak had informed her eagerly during their second interview over video conference. His willingness to hire her had surprised her, even though Paige – who had finessed Bella’s CV with something bordering on ruthlessness – had insisted that she would be a shoe-in for it.

Having applied for the job in between Christmas and New Year she’d not expected to hear anything until mid-January at the earliest, so it had been quite the surprise to find a reply waiting in her inbox the following morning.

‘He’s desperate,’ Astrid had announced gleefully.

‘I wonder why the previous person left,’ Sienna had asked.

‘Does it matter?’ Paige had intervened.

Not. One. Bit. Bella had decided.

Tej Nayak had been affable and laid back to a point that nearly caused Bella concern, but as the job was simply a means to an end it hardly mattered. In fact, Tej had been almost more excited about the apartment she would be staying in than the role of communications director she would be filling.

You’re gonna love it.And just wait until you try the shower,her new boss had said affably, while Bella wondered if that was entirely appropriate.It has everything you could need. And if it doesn’t? Then let me know, and we’ll get it for you.

Paige

Have you seen him yet?

Him. Her target. Chase Miller. The cheating scumbag who had betrayed his wifeandan unknowing Astrid. Bella wandered towards the incredible view, barely seeing the wintery magic of New York stretched out beneath her. And just like that, panic melted like ice beneath the salt of her fury.

It had been hard for her to be angry with Olly, which she knew was crazy. The girls’ outrage at his behaviour had soothed a wound she’d been hiding from the world. Hidden, because Bella Carmichael didn’t get angry. Didn’t cause a fuss, or make a scene.

And even though Olly had stood her up in front of nearly four hundred of their closest friends and family… sheknewhe hadn’t meant to. Well, no… he absolutely 100 per cent had meant to, actually. He’d done so because it was easier to leave her to clean up his mess. And he’d known she’d do it. Because that was what she did.

But she also saw how he would have struggled to tell her that he couldn’t go through with it. How it all would have become too much for him. But Olly was different to Chase Miller. Because there was absolutely no justification for what he’d done. None whatsoever.

Bella

I haven’t met him yet. But I promise, when I do, he’ll rue the day.

Sienna

Oh, I love it when you talk posh like that.

Bella smiled, taking the affectionate teasing from Sienna exactly as it was meant.

Astrid

Have you figured out what you’re going to do to him yet?

Perhaps if she’d known Bella for longer, Astrid wouldn’t have even asked the question because Bella had everything short of a PowerPoint presentation on how she was going to ruin Chase Miller. She had ordered a copy of Sun Tzu’sThe Art of War, and decided that the book of military strategies and tactics was perfect to help her get even with Astrid’s ex. She’d filled an entire journal with research she’d done during the awkward Christmas she’d spent with her family and sister… and Bea’s new fiancé.

Bella swallowed, hating herself for feeling mean about her sister. Bella wouldneverbegrudge her sister’s happiness. But Bella couldn’t help but remember how she and Olly had announced their engagement. How her parents had oohed and ahhed overherengagement ring.

Her father had seemed rather impressed by Olly, who she’d met at a charity gala for Non-Hodgkin lymphoma. She’d known of Oliver Prendergast, of course. You couldn’t be female andnotknow of him. And while on the surface the son of the famed British actor had been exactly what she’d expected – 99 per cent charm – there had been something deeper that had called to her. He was educated, bright, witty. He’d made her laugh and when he’d asked for her number, she’d given it to him.

Over the next few months they’d met up when he was visiting New York, or when she was near California and they’d fallen into a long-distance relationship. And the glimpses she got of the real Olly, the one behind the mask, were enough to make her believe that they had something special.

Then his father had died and he’d seemed so lost that she’d wanted to be there for him. Bella hadn’t minded making the preparations for the funeral, managing his family and bringing them all together. So then when Olly had asked her to marry him, it had felt like the natural progression of their relationship. She’d honestly thought that he was ready, wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. And she had what she’d always wanted: her person. Someone who would stand by her. Who would keep her. Who wouldchooseher.

But she’d been wrong. And now her sister was embarking on the life that she’d always wanted and Bella hated how hard that was to watch. But she’d shoved her hurt behind a locked door, and taken Bea, who deserved every damn bit of happiness coming to her, into her arms and told her truthfully how happy she was for her.

Only her mother hadn’t looked wholly convinced. But when she’d tried to ask Bella about it, Bella had shaken it off. Because she was fine, wasn’t she?

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