Heaven And Hell novel Chapter 65

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The next morning came and we all finished breakfast. As soon as we were out of sight, Frederick pulled me by the elbow and whispered something in my ear. "You wouldn't believe what I just heard Natalie say on tape."

"What is it?" Emerson and Viv asked together, looking over our shoulder. We were in the drawing room, just the four of us.

Frederick opened his MacBook and popped the CD into the drive. When the video appeared, we saw Natalie pacing back and forth inside her room, hands on her slender hips.

"God!" she said in frustration, raking a hand through her golden hair. "I know what they're all up to. I just sodding know it."

Sitting on the end of the bed, was her brother Anthony, sitting quietly. "Meaning?" he asked cautiously.

She glared at him. "They want to get rid of me! The monsters! Especially that...that Keller. I don't know what Michael sees in that American bitch," she hissed.

"Hey," Anthony warned, his voice firm. "Don't talk to her like that. She's nice, actually."

"You're my brother and you're on her side!" Natalie accused, shaking her finger at him.

"I didn't say that. Besides, I'm not on anyone's side. I'm here to enjoy being a guest and to attend the ball tomorrow."

"I hate you!" she snapped, throwing a brush at him. She acted like she was five and a spoiled brat. Luckily, Anthony caught the brush on time, making him glare at his sister. She groaned, turning her back on him. She chewed on her lip, thinking. "Piss off, Anthony. You're always no fun. Anyway, if they want to be rid of me, they bloody well can't. I am not going to leave without having Michael back."

Anthony looked alert. "What are the hell are you planning to do?" he demanded.

She turned to him, smiling sweetly. "Something that will make that American bitch release Michael. He'll never lay eyes on her again. And you, my dear brother, will help me."

"No, Natalie," her brother said with a resigned sigh. "I won't do whatever it is you're planning."

"FINE!" she screeched, trying to scratch at his face. He held her wrists. "I'll do it myself! But you're going to regret not helping me! I hate you, I hate you!"

Anthony pushed her away from him, making her thud on the floor. He looked worried and tried to help her up, but she tried to kick him away.

"You never loved me," Natalie whispered brokenly, sobbing on the floor. "You know I love him so much."

Anthony sighed. "You're becoming mad, Nat."

"You never loved me!" she hissed.

"Never say never, sister," Anthony said quietly, finally carrying her and placing her on the bed, covering her long body with a duvet. He kissed her forehead. "But I won't be part of your little game. Not anymore. I'm done."

When he left, Natalie threw a perfume bottle as the door closed.

"Bingo," Emerson murmured, looking at us with wide eyes.

Bingo, indeed.

I wanted to tell Michael everything about Natalie, but he might not believe me. I wanted him to see that she was insane; that she was completely obsessed with him! I wanted to embarass the supermodel, but how?

"Keller," I heard Frederick say softly, coming up behind me. "Are you all right?" He touched my shoulders.

I just realized then that I was shaking so bad because of my anger.

And then, something dawned on me.

Tomorrow. The engagement ball. Natalie would be there, topping off whatever gown Lady C had for me and the girls. The diary of Marge Swinton -- Lady Margaret Swinton Cutting.

Now that I knew who Countess Lockley was, I had a plan. I didn't smirk arrogantly nor did I laugh triumphantly because I had something up my sleeves.

Instead, I gave Frederick a curt nod and walked stiffly yet determinedly out of the room, saying loudly, echoing through the mansion halls, "That skinny bitch is going down."

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Today was the day the Marc Tuisson crew came to Rossington Park.

The crew set up a white tent for the "models" to help them get dressed and made up. It was only eight in the morning, thus, most of us should have been groggy, but instead, it was like Paris Fashion Week, where everybody was bouncy and fast.

I didn't know why we had to be quick since we had all day but the taskmaster of the clothing line explained that they only had four hours for the shoot-which would take a lot of shots to perfect the five-page spread on a magazine for the Marc Tuisson ad. The reason was because another new upcoming designer, Ria Delacorte, was scheduled to come at exactly two p.m. where, personally, Ria would come on time with her own crew members.