"It's also great to see you are alive and doing well, Father." She turned to face him boldly. Bella's gaze on her father was hard, her eyes bored holes in his head, holes she wished would appear, making him scream in pain for all he had even done.

His grey tuxedo fit his frame which was not badly built for someone his age, his black hair had begun to have white steaks by the side. His eyes which were black unlike his daughter and wife's hazel eyes sold out his dark demeanor.

"Still the bold woman I've known." He commented shoving his hands inside the pockets of his trousers. His...