I sat in the car.
The driver didn't speak.
I didn't speak.
I couldn't believe the things that had happened to me in the last 24 hours.
And I couldn't stop crying. That was all I did through out the car ride. Cry…cry and cry.
I was an emotional wreck.
This wasn't me. I was not a crier. But the tears wouldn't stop. It felt like they would never stop.
I couldn't breathe.
It was like, the more I cried, the harder it was to breathe.
Why did life have to be so cruel? Why did Daniel have to cheat on me? Why did he have to be so mean to me?
He had told me I was worthless. That he didn't love me. That he was with me out of pity. That I was pathetic like a lost puppy. That had broken me.
I couldn't take it anymore. Life was too painful.
I didn't want to live. I wanted to die.
The car came to a stop in front of a lavish five-star hotel.
The hotel was about ten floors high and was made up entirely of glass.
It looked so beautiful and majestic.
The driver stepped out and opened my door.
"Ms. Isabella. Mr. Cullen has instructed me to make sure you are well taken care of. You are to stay here and enjoy your time." He gestured for me to step out.
I did and stared up at the hotel.
"Does Edward… Sorry Mr. Cullen own this hotel?" I asked, not believing my eyes.
"Yes." The driver replied.
"Mr Cullen owns a lot of things. You can't even begin to imagine." He added.
The driver then snapped his fingers and two maids rushed over.
"Take her to the penthouse. Make sure she is well taken care of." The driver said.
They both nodded and gestured for me to follow them.
I stood there. Stunned. This was so unreal. What was happening?
Edward Cullen, the man who I had insulted, and humiliated, was not only being kind to me, but also making sure I was comfortable.
He was the CEO of the largest company in the city.
He owned a fucking hotel.
And he was a billionaire.
The question was, why was he being so nice?
And the other question was, why was I following the maids into the hotel, like a lost puppy.
Was this some kind of a trap?
Did Edward have some evil plan up his sleeve?
Did he plan to murder me in the penthouse and get rid of the evidence?
I mean with all the things I did to him, it would be perfectly understandable if he did want to kill me.
"Arrrgghhh, Bella. Why do you have to be such an airhead." I thought to myself.
I really did deserve to die.
The ladies took me up to the penthouse and showed me around.
The penthouse was fucking majestic. Intricate art pieces lined the walls, which were painted gold.
A crystal chandelier hung in the living room. The furniture was covered in velvet and was so soft and plush.
There was a massive living room with a flat screen TV. A fully stocked kitchen and a balcony that overlooked the whole city.
And the master bedroom… the bedroom was huge.
It had a king-size bed, a Jacuzzi, and a massive shower.
"Ms. Isabella. You may order whatever you want from room service. Anything." One of the maids said.
"And, there are some clothes that you can wear, in the closet." The other maid said.
"Ummm…Thank you." I nodded sheepishly. I was like a deer caught in the headlights.
They both gave me a polite smile and left.
I stared after them.
After a few seconds, the reality of the situation sank in.
I was alone. Alone. In a strange place. In a luxurious hotel. With nothing. Not even a bag.
What was I going to do? Where was I going to go?
I walked into the kitchen. I was very hungry.
I was hoping I would find something.
Something that would satisfy my hunger.
I opened the cabinets.
They were all filled with all kinds of snacks.
"What the fuck? How does this hotel know what kind of food I like? This is seriously crazy." I thought to myself.
"Well, they did say I can take whatever I want. So I better make the most of it."
I looked at the list of foods.
They had everything.
Chocolate, chips, fries, cookies, biscuits, Chicken peas, candy…
I grabbed a bag of chips, two bars of chocolate, some biscuits… a few candy and made my way to the living room.
I was starving.
I turned on the TV and settled myself on the sofa.
As the evening wore on, my worries seemed to disappear.
The food, the TV, and the comfortable sofa… they were the perfect combination.
I ate a lot.
I head over to the bathroom after I was done. I stepped into the shower.
And boy, the hot water was amazing.
I took my time.
Washing away all the grime, the dirt, the pain. I scrubbed myself clean.
When I was done, I wrapped myself in a bathrobe and walked back into the bedroom.
I flopped on the bed and spread my arms and legs.
I felt relaxed.
It had been a long time since I felt this way.
The soft sheets, the fluffy pillows, the comfortable mattress, the warm shower… they all worked their magic.
I felt drowsy. Very drowsy.
"I am going to have a nap." I thought to myself.
Just a quick one.
And before I knew it, my eyes closed.
When I opened them, I saw a face hovering over me.
A very familiar face.
I gasped and shot up.
"What the hell are you doing in my room? Who are you?" I asked.
The face started laughing.
"Your room? Well, technically, this is my room. My penthouse and my hotel." The voice said.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up.
It was him.
It was Edward Cullen.