Belinda's P.O.V
"Babe, I need to tell you something really important. I don't how you will take it but I need you to understand me, stand with me no matter what. Because that is the only way we will get over it." Breyson said. He's voice was shaking, I could feel the fear in his voice. What could have happened this time around.
"What went wrong?!!" I wondered.
"Honey, calm down. Take a deep breath and talk to me. You can tell me anything. Is everything alright?!" I answered.
"Is your mum with you?" He asked, his tone all serious.
"No.. No she might be in the kitchen. I don't know. Is it something to do with my mum?!" I asked.
"Quite similar. She's involved but not entirely." Breyson replied.
"Okay then, tell me." I requested.
"You suspicions were right. LA SCOOPERS belongs to your late dad. You inherited it. You are the real owner of this company." Breyson stated firmly.
"I knew it!" I yelled with anger in my voice.
"Bel..." Breyson tried to speak.
