Chapter 231

Cillian Laurent, kneeling and apologies, were three things that could never be found in the same sentence. More rare to witness it first hand. No matter how well Bellatrix has learnt to compose her expression in the past five years, nothing could have expected her for what she saw when she turned around. On his knees, head bowed, shoulders slumped, was the man that held the entire business industry of Miami in the palm of his hands. The very same man who had put her through hell and stared down at her like she was dirt when she had been in his exact same position, begging. Oh, how the tables have turned. Yet, Bellatrix didn't feel any sense of satisfaction. Not even the smallest bit. Instead, she felt irritation gnawing at her insides—and another faint feeling she refused to acknowledge. “I know you're upset and hurt. I know I was wrong and I wounded you in more ways than one,” Cillian started, voice timid. His hold around her wrist twitched as if he was debating on whether to hold ont