[ Belladonna's Point of View ]
Another day, another reason for me to survive.
The policemen already left weeks ago since they've been guarding the mansion, and nothing suspicious is happening for a month.
Now that I'm all alone again, I feel like something's going to happen this day.
I'm looking forward.
...
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Who's it this time? Now that the policemen left?
Is it Jameson? He didn't visit me for days.
I slowly opened the door and saw a familiar guy.
It's the devil.
He still has the guts to come into this mansion he abandoned?
"Hi, Donna, my dearest daughter. Have you missed papa?" He uttered typically without even feeling a pang of single guilt.
I just stared at him blankly since I didn't feel anything. Neither anger, despair, nor pain. Zilch.
"Won't you let me inside our home?"
When he said that, I felt infuriated. How dare he?
"You don't have a home here, papa. Ever since you left, there's no coming back."
I don't consider this mansion as my home as well. I believe that a home is something you feel comfortable and love. And that home is me and nothing else.
"What are you talking about? I still own this mansion after all." He said while controlling his anger.
"You're missing out a lot, papa. Basically, aunt Melinda bought this mansion when mom sold it, then mom was jailed in prison because of child abuse, so I have no choice but to live with a nutcase woman, Melinda. And now that she's also dead, I live alone. The law decided that all the wealth left here will be mine." I explained to this ignorant man right here.
"Wait, so your mom is in jail, and Melinda died?" He asked.
"Precisely. Why don't you know even about it, but your son is fully aware? Do you want to go next? Jail or death?"
"Hahaha, I never knew you would be this funny, my daughter. Anyway, let me in, and I have something to offer you."
I just opened the door for him and let him in. I don't think he would do something harmful.
"Wow, the mansion changed a lot."
"Yes. Are you surprised that it's not a devil's den anymore?"
He laughed at what I said. Nothing's even funny.
"Are you sure you aren't one, Bella? You're my daughter. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
"Well, I decided to be a rotten apple. And let me rephrase that I'm not your daughter. I'd rather live without parents." I responded.
"You've been quite clever these years, Bella. I'm so proud of you. Now come here and let me tell you something."
I approached him and sat on the other sofa in the living room.
"Let me ask you first, how many women did you cheat mom with? And why do you have an adult son?" I asked him while he was sitting comfortably on the other couch sipping coffee.
"Oh, about that, I just used your mom for the business. I didn't expect she would really fall in love with me. I didn't sign up for that. I also had two kids with the woman I truly loved. I met her earlier, so that explains why you have an older brother and a sister who has the same age as yours."
What a jerk.
It's not my problem anyway.
"So, what did you come here for?"
"Oh, about that, I want you to come and live with us. I still have rights over you since you're my daughter and still a literal child."
Is he even serious? Thick-faced old man, what makes him think that I would live with them?
"I already talked to the cops, and they allowed me since I'm still your father, well, biologically and lawfully speaking. So, don't you want that?" He said confidently while leaning on the couch with spread arms.
"I don't want it. I lived years without you, and I'm doing totally fine. Please leave this mansion now and never come back again."
He just stared at me and laughed again. What a cuckoo, glad I didn't get his genes.
"I'm offering you something very significant, Bella. You will live with a family. People there are gonna treat you like a princess."
"I never wanted to be a princess, got it? And I don't need a family. Please leave, or else I'm gonna call the cops and sue you for trespassing." I warned him.
"Okay then, I'll get going. Enjoy your last days in this mansion because tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, I'm gonna get you out of this place. I love you, my daughter."
Love? Are you kidding me?
Immediately, he stood up from the sofa and went out of the mansion.
I don't want to live with that man or with anyone.
...
The next day, I woke up early because I was disturbed by the sounds I could hear downstairs.
Probably someone is there.
But judging from the sounds, there are multiple people in this mansion at this moment.
How did they even enter? What the heck?
I went out of my room and sneak peeked on the stairs.
"Thank you, sir. It would be a pleasure not only for me but also for my family. We've been waiting for this moment to come. Finally, we can be united and be with my daughter once again."
What is that man doing here? I think he even brought his whole family here. He's talking with some sort of a lawyer, and this blonde woman is standing beside him. I presume it's his wife.
Then right at the corner, I saw the dumbass who delivered the gun to me.
"Hi, are you Bella?"
A girl. Is this the child of the devil?
"Yes, who are you, and what are you even doing here? Why did you come upstairs?"
"Papa said that it would be best if I would be the one to pick you up! He said you will be more comfortable around me."
She said with a solemn and high-pitched tone while smiling widely. I can't even see her eyes because of her smile.
Remember, looks can be deceiving.
"I won't come with you. I don't need you." I replied flatly.
Her smile vanished, and I finally saw her eyes.
"Why? I badly wanted to have a sister." She complained.
"Then ask your parents to make you one," I responded.
"How would they do that?" She asked.
"There you are, girls. Oh, hi! Are you Bella?" The woman with blonde hair and a leopard dress also came upstairs.
What a plastic. I could literally see through that woman that she is just putting an act.
"I'm Bella. Who could probably be the other Bella here?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that you don't look like your father at all. You look a little bit horrible. Maybe you took your mom's genes?"
This woman, I'm going to kill her.
"Shut up and don't talk about my mom," I told her in a very stern voice.
She went near me and bent over to level my gaze.
"Don't you dare talk back at me like that, kid? Remember, you're just a bastard." She told me and smiled.
"Honey, is Bella there? Tell her to come down so she can speak to our attorney."
"Yes, honey! She said she's gonna come with us." The woman replied.
"Why are you putting words in my mouth? I won't come with you."
"As if you have a choice. Let's go now."
She grabbed my wrist tightly and pulled me downstairs.
"Hi, Bella! I'm attorney Cuevas. Nice to meet you."
I just rolled my eyes at him. A useless attorney who wasted eight years of law school just to work for this devil.
"I'm sorry, but you have to live with your parents. Whether you like it or not, you need a guardian since you're not an adult yet. And as far as I know, there are a lot of intruders who were trying to harm you in this mansion." The attorney added.
"Aren't there any other solutions for it? Like, let the police guard the mansion again until I become an adult?" I responded.
"Since you have a parent, you must live with them. You have no choice."
"What if they do something inappropriate to me while I live with them?"
"Then you'll have to report it to us, and we'll address the issue. But of course, parents won't do anything harmful to their children."
This attorney must have no idea about how this world works. 
"Okay." I shortly replied. It's not like I have any other choice anyway.
If I don't live a life I want with these people, I'll make sure to get rid of them.
I need to survive, no matter what.
....
"You have three days to pack your things and say goodbye to your friends here if you have any, and we will come back to fetch you, got it?" My negligent papa commanded me.
First of all, I'm just doing this to survive.
Their actions are so suspicious. Why would they even ask me to be with them all of a sudden? After that jerk left my mom and me, he would tell me to come with him and live with his family? Shady.
Anyways, I think it would be a win situation for me. If ever they do something unfortunate, I'll make their lives miserable.
It's also a chance to get rid of them, so they stop messing with my life.
By the way, Jameson has to know.