Bella Montague

Arabella Montague Land development and investment 31 years old Dominant Unclaimed

[yesdarinaus]

[bella-montague]

sirrafaelromano‌:

Anger coursed quickly through Rafe’s body when the Domme mentioned she’d had Alexei in her bed. He bit the inside of his cheek to quell anything he wanted to say at that point. It wouldn’t be positive or helpful. “Is that a threat, Ms. Montague?” He asked, tipping his head to the side slightly as he studied her. 

As petty as it was, Bella enjoyed seeing the tick of jealous from Rafe. Perhaps he might be feeling an iota of the pain that he had caused to Alexei. “Do you think it a threat?” She calmly sipped her coffee. Years of experience playing such games reminded her to never put her cards on the table. Still she had no intention of backing down when it came to defending her friend.

[bella-montague]

sirrafaelromano‌:

Rafe followed Arabella. He nodded. This was about Alexei. He knew as much, but confirmation from the Domme in so many words helped him make the connections. “I’m trying to stay away from him. I don’t like that I’m hurting him. Just so you know.” He said before sitting down. He crossed one leg over the other and reached for his drink. He had no reason to lie or pretend to the woman because she obviously knew a lot.

At least he was smart enough to figure out whom Bella referred to. It would have been further of an insult if he had a score of submissives that he could confuse Alexei with. “That is not the impression that I got when he was in my bed.” Her eyes narrowed at the man sitting across from her. She’d had to calm him down heartbreak after heartbreak from this man. “You will be doing a better job of staying away from him in the future.” 

[bella-montague]

sir-stefano-costa‌:

Stef had a lot he wanted to say, but he knew Bella probably didn’t want to hear it. “I-” He sighed, trying to gather the strength to continue his words. “I hope you’re happy. That’s all I ever wanted for you.”

The intelligent thing for Arabella to do was to simply walk away. All her good breeding and manners urged her to do so, but then that last comment had her stopping in her tracks and tensing. She scoffed, shaking her head. “You are unbelievable. At the very least, I deserve no more of your lies.”

[bella-montague]

martinamontague‌:

Martina sighed heavily at the question, quickly glancing around to ensure they were properly alone.  “That’s another business trying to cut ties with us. Our bills are paid, our orders are regular but they are trying to say we owe them more but they can’t give me any evidence of anything that has not been paid.  It’s the third such call I’ve had this week.”

Three just this week worried Bella. It was not for lack of faith in Martina. Bella knew that her new Lady would have them all in line quickly. It was more that any dare to question them. “Are their other distributors that we can use? If they don’t understand the importance of loyalty perhaps their greed will allow them to see sense. We don’t even need to change a thing, merely let the word out that we are looking.”

[bella-montague]

ofwastedwinds‌:

He was hardly the face of the family, and would never truly be. There were a thousand different choices and yet somehow, Bella had put her faith in him. Somehow, he assumed he should have been flattered by this gross misjudgment, but regardless - he knew what it meant, what she meant. That was probably why heavy sigh pushed passed lips, well aware that this was a duty he couldn’t avoid fulfilling. “Networking.” He repeats the word as if it’s in a foreign language, scoffing a little but as the cuff links are finally both in place.

After that, he’s mostly finished everything. One last wayward look in the mirror, and he’s assumed everything is as good as it’s possibly getting. This explains why he moved across the room, closer to her, almost lingering in the background. “And you really worry about support to our businesses after all this?” Questioned honestly, curious almost, but not entirely worried. The brewery hadn’t seen anything but support lately, and he didn’t see that changing much anytime soon. Perhaps, alcohol was given an exception.

The importance of gaining the public trust back lay with presenting the legal or at least seemingly legal businesses run by Montagues to the public. The family were a pillar to the community, and the masses needed to remember that. Even if Rhys doubted his ability, he was one of the perfect examples of that. Who didn’t like a good drink after all. “Yes, networking. If you truly do not wish to do this, I will stay by your side all evening and make the small talk for you. I merely believe that you will be more than capable of charming them.” 

Bella wet her lips, looking around the room. Saying the words out loud would remind her of the reality of the situation that should never be. “I am worried about wavering support.” She didn’t know how much Rhys knew or if he talked to Lady Martina, but there was still the looming threat of those wishing to withdraw or take advantage of the family. “It is only the fools who do so; however, the crowd mentality was never the wisest. Gossip flies while truth walks.” 

[nickxcastillo]

BORTLES! // open

[bella-montague]

mark-thecards-reyes‌:

“Football!  Specifically American football!  That’s why we’re all out here, right?” he grinned goofily.  It took him a moment to realize what Bella had said and his brow furrowed slowly in confusion.  “What.  What do you mean?  Guilty?  That’s not a real thing.”

The thought that this was a celebration was ludicrous enough, but that he thought that it was for American football was all the more ridiculous. “Mark darling, I am going to tell you something, and I need you not to panic.” She took a deep breath, looking into his eyes. “Lord Oz was found guilty of murder. We know that he didn’t do it, but he was found guilty anyway. Rather than a death sentence, he is in jail. Many people were unhappy about this, thus they started rioting.” She waited for him to digest this information.

[fallcarrington]

[nickxcastillo]

BORTLES! // open

[bella-montague]

mark-thecards-reyes‌:

“Bella!” he grinned widely as he saw a friend approach.  “Oh shit!  Didn’t mean to throw that towards you!  Molotov cocktails?  That shit is strong, but they’re great for blowing things up!  And blowing things up are great for celebrating!” he said proudly.

She took a deep breath, knowing that Mark didn’t mean any harm. Still he should know better than to be throwing Molotov cocktails around. “Blowing things up should not be a goal.” She rubbed her temples. “And what exactly do you think that we are celebrating? Oz was found guilty.” 

[crookedcrowns]

Rhys wasn’t one for show, or fashion, but that didn’t mean he was entirely lost when it came to them. After all, he had to know how to fit in on occasion, his job demanded it. Perhaps that’s why he’d entertained this to begin with, calloused fingers far better suited for work fiddled with the button on his sleeve. It was the sound of her voice that grabbed his attention though, head turning much like a confused puppy - but unable to actual say anything, cuff link being held between lips. 

Instead, eyes just sought out that voice. There was a hard to read face creeping up on features, squinting just a little bit before he was finally settled with the buttons. Cuff link was pulled from mouth, fixing it before speaking.

“Remind me again why I agreed to this?”

[ STARTER CALL x @bella-montague ]

[bella-montague]

Bella sat, compact in one hand and lipstick in the other, as she put on a fresh coat while Rhys finished dressing. Normally the woman would offer to assist, but she didn’t wish to insult Rhys’ pride. The man was perfectly capable of dressing himself. It merely was that he must not be used to doing so. The causal look suited him, but for tonight he would have to at least be in black tie. 

“It’s called networking, darling.” She chuckled, putting everything back in her clutch. “While I know it is not the most entertaining of evenings, it must be done. The current reputation of Montagues have part of Verona wavering their support. We must show them that doing so would be a mistake. They need to support Montague businesses.” 

[bella-montague]

sirrafaelromano‌:

Rafe could only guess to as what Bella was referring to, but he had a small clue. “Yes, the cravings are deep, but if I stay away for a little bit longer, I’m sure to be completely cured. You know what they say; 21 days to form a new habit.” He smiled. 

“Such a difficult thing to do when temptation could be around every corner.” She grabbed their drinks, heading towards a table. She trusted that Rafe would follow. “Twenty one days is such a long time when it takes but a single moment to require starting over. I have a very dear friend who had someone that he was trying to quit. Poor dear tried his hardest, yet again and again he sees that face haunting him. A mutual friend of ours I believe.” 

[bella-montague]

adelaidelibrarymaid‌:

Adelaide turned at the sound of the shouting and caught sight of the scarf just in tie to reach out and grab hold of it. “Oh! Is this yours miss?”

Bella prepared to chase the scarf as far as possible, yet the stranger caught it. She smiled, slowing her pace as she approached the woman. “It is. Thank you so much. How can I repay you?” 

[carlo--romano]

[text] Carlo darling, they have opened the ice rink for the season. I have not been skating in ages. Will you come with me?

[text] Absolutely.

[text] I need to get out and do something fun anyway. When were you thinking?

@bella-montague

[bella-montague]

carlo--romano‌:

[text] If you fall, does it make things better if I fall too? I’ll try my best to lend you a strong arm so that you don’t fall, however.

[text] Saturday works fine. What time?

[text] I would never wish to see you injure yourself on my account. I was merely thinking that you would be able to catch me or at least shield the fall from view. 

[text] Two?

[carlo--romano]

[text] Carlo darling, they have opened the ice rink for the season. I have not been skating in ages. Will you come with me?

[text] Absolutely.

[text] I need to get out and do something fun anyway. When were you thinking?

@bella-montague

[bella-montague]

[text] Wonderful! Between you and I, I did fear falling flat on my bottom. [text] Does Saturday work for you?

[bella-montague]

sirrafaelromano‌:

Rafe looked at the woman, smirking. She was definitely referring to something. He eyed her slightly then looked back at the menu. “Sugar-free vanilla latte. Thank you.” He looked at the woman. “Actually, I’m cutting sweets.”

“Vanilla it is.” She smiled, taking a step back. From what she had heard, he was the farthest thing from vanilla. “Sounds difficult. I tried to give up all of my vices for Lent one year, yet I found myself craving them all the more.”

[bella-montague]

sirrafaelromano‌:

“As do I, Ms. Montague.” Rafe replied. He looked at the open door and gave Arabella a small nod. “Thank you. You’re too kind.” He walked in and waited for her to join him. 

Following him into the warm shop, Bella’s eyes searched the menu. “Not at all. You were after all the one who returned something that I thought lost to me.” She stepped up to the counter, ordering and handing over her card. “What would you like? Something sweet I think. You look the sort to like sweet things or am I mistaken?”

[bella-montague]

sir-stefano-costa‌:

Stef knew Bella didn’t mean it, but he expected nothing less from her. “Thank you, Bella. I appreciate it. It’s good to see you.” He looked down at the scarf and then at the other Domme. “Uh, yeah. Of course.” He handed it back. 

“I do hope that you two are happy.” That was all that she could say with complete sincerity. Politeness be damned. She could not even muster a you too, because she had been avoiding him. Bella hadn’t wanted to see him. “Thank you.” She quickly tied the scarf around her neck, knotting it twice.