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FFADS Chapter 15 on Fanfiction.Online
Who the fuck was this silicone Barbie and why was she glaring at my boyfriend? Edward was as stiff as a board, his jaw clenched and his green eyes icing over. He looked like the angry, broken man I’d first met. Emmett and Rosalie had made their way over to our group.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” she asked.
“My apologies, beloved,” Laurent cooed, sliding his arm around her waist. “Tanya Denali, this is the team that created our advertising campaign. We have Alice Brandon, the team leader. Emmett is her right hand.”
“Was her right hand,” Emmett answered. “I now have my own team.”
“Congratulations, Emmett,” Laurent beamed.
“Thanks,” Emmett nodded, pursing his lips. “I may have been Alice’s right hand, but Bella was the brains behind this promotional campaign. She really bonded with Victoria and together, they came up with this multi-faceted approach using social media. We’re lucky to work with her.”
“Agreed,” Laurent smiled, clinking his champagne glass with mine. “And we’re already working on our next campaign. Right, Bella?”
“We’ve got preliminary plans figured out,” I nodded. “Victoria is still trying to finagle me to be the model for the print ads. I’m no model.”
“I disagree,” Edward murmured, but his voice was different, colder. “You’re exquisite.” I blushed, stepping closer to him. I heard a scoff and an evil laugh. I blinked up, watching the hateful woman sidled up to Laurent.
Tanya looked at me, her ice-blue eyes cold and angry. Her nose was wrinkled, I think, like she was smelling something foul. I couldn’t really tell since she had more Botox in face than skin. “You? You’re so plain. That dress is abominable. Completely unflattering.”
I stiffened, clenching my hands into fists. Edward’s arm tightened around my waist, holding me closer to his stiff body. “Tanya, that is hardly appropriate. Bella is twice the woman you ever would be,” he snapped. “She’d never hurt me like you did. You’re nothing but a worthless whore. I don’t know what I ever saw in you.”
“Mr. Cullen, that’s my woman you’re dissing,” Laurent sneered.
“And your woman is my ex-wife,” Edward sneered. “She’s a soul-sucking, gold-digging slut. It’s clearly apparent that not much has changed, Tanya. I’d check your bank statements, Laurent. She’s got sticky fingers, who is probably spending your money on coke and heroin. If it weren’t for the prenuptial agreement, I’d be in the poor house. But, she likes to fuck around and snort some blow. Get tested.” He stepped away; his voice barely controlled. “Excuse me.”
Silicon Barbie scowled at Edward’s retreating form. We all noticed that Laurent had stepped away from Tanya, pulling out his phone. His brows furrowed and he looked at Tanya with new eyes. “He’s right,” Laurent muttered. “My bank account is missing over $50,000.”
“I needed a dress, Laurie,” Tanya pouted. “And shoes and accessories for this event.”
“$50,000? No, honey … this shit doesn’t fly with me. If you excuse us,” Laurent spat, wrapping his fingers around Tanya’s arm. He dragged her away and he clearly was not happy.
“That was the ex,” Rose muttered. “She’s a piece of work.”
“Apparently,” I said flatly.
“We should check on Laurent,” Alice said.
“Maybe, after he throws the harlot to the curb,” Emmett snorted.
“I’m going to find Edward. That bitch has crossed him for the last fucking time,” I said. I turned on my heel, scurrying out of the ballroom.
“Bella, we need to take a group picture,” Victoria called, rushing to catch up with me. She brushed my hair back, giving me a smile. “Please?”
“There’s been some drama, Victoria. Can we postpone the picture until after I try to deal with it?” I explained. I hastily looked around, trying to find Edward. “Did you see Edward walk through here?”
“He looked absolutely enraged, but yeah,” she nodded.
“Where did he go?”
“He was walking toward the bathroom,” Victoria said, pointing down a hallway.
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