Chapter 11:

Tribal police station: Third person POV

"Ariel Renard, here for Paul Renard." A woman with bright red hair greeted the secretary. She wore an expensive Armani suite, a Rolex watch and sunglasses that cost more then a house. This woman was obviously of high stature and the police force wouldn't stand a chance.

"I'm sorry mam we don't have a Paul Renard in the system." The secretary responded.

"Then check for Paul Lahote." The attorney stated firmly

There was silence before the secretary spoke again.

"oh, I see. Here it is. Let me get the officer in charge."

Two minutes later, Tommy wild feather walked out.

"I'm tommy wild feather. The officer in charge of this case."

"very well, but I need to speak to my client before you and I have any conversation."

The sheriff nodded and lead the strange women to the interrogation room.

Inside was an eerily calm Paul Lahote, his hair was in a neat braid and his shades were on top of his head. His calm demeanor didn't change as his attorney entered the room.

"Tu dois arrêter de faire ça!"

A smile appeared on Paul Lahote's face as his attorney spoke. He then nodded spoke something that had her turning red.

"Peu importe, occupe-t-en. pas plus d'une semaine."

With that said, the red head stormed out of the room and approached the sheriff. Next to him was Charlie swan, looking just as confused

"Have the charges dropped by next week, or we are suing the reservation for blackmail, humiliation and an unsafe environment. Don't think we won't do it? Well, we will. And before you ask for proof, trust me, we can make things appear out of nowhere. So, I suggest my client be out of those cuffs by next week or I swear I will drag this tribes name in the mud!"

With that said, the women stormed out.

Two cops stared at each other and then back at the women who ran out of the building.

Just who was Paul Lahote and what power did he hold?

…

One-week later Thursday:

Bella was nervous. She had been told to dress business casual for the scholars program and the three-hour long drive didn't help.

"darn it, maybe this was a mistake?" she said out loud. "no, it wasn't Bella your just nervous because this is something new and you haven't done anything new in a while."

A wave of nausea rolled in the pit of Bella's stomach. She awoke Monday morning, sick as a dog and she didn't understand why. She thought she was getting better, but by Monday everything she ate just didn't stay down. It was a mystery. The only time she felt better was when she was in Paul's house or on the reservation in general. But as soon as Bella stepped into her own house, she became sick again.

It didn't make sense and it was confusing her.

Speaking of confusion, Bella had made some discovery's in the wolfs house that led her very confused and yet curious

Flashback:

Bella breathed in the fresh scent of lemon grass as she opened Paul's front door. All was silent except for the winter wind rattling the windows. Today was one of those rare days she had to herself and why not use it at a place no one would bother her at.

The queasiness in her stomach immediately dissipated and Bella felt her shoulders relax. The more she walked into the house, the easier it became to breath.

"well, I have already seen the kitchen and the living room, I guess I could check the upstairs."

Bella took hesitant steps up the stairs. She didn't want to fall but she also didn't want to invade Paul's privacy.

"A little peek wouldn't hurt."

With her curiosity building, Bella opened the first door came to and her jaw dropped to the floor.

Inside was a California king size bed but it wasn't the size of the bed that took her for a loop, it was the color scheme and decorations. The carpet was a crème color with Gold undertones.

The whole room itself was crème and gold and right above the bed was a painting of a wolf and a fox.

The exact ones from her dream. The grey wolf was standing over the white fox. And under the painting, was the name Renard.

"I wonder what that means…"

Bella stepped further into the bedroom, gently touching the bed only to realize it was filled with water!

"a waterbed? Ok Paul..." Bella chuckled as she tried to imagine the giant man on the waterbed.

She continued her snooping as he moved on to the extra bedrooms.
They were just as extravagant as the master. She then stopped as she saw another set of stairs.

"another set? You wouldn't be able to tell it was this big from the outside."

And just the bedrooms, Bella jaw dropped because in front of her was a full-length closet and bathroom. And man, did Paul have a lot of clothes. But it wasn't just clothes, he had suits. Suits on mannequins. It almost felt like she was in a store. And then in a glass case were an assortment of watches, rings, and necklaces. All them looked to be more than her father's house.

Just when Bella thought it couldn't get any better, she decided to head downstairs. Going past the kitchen, she noticed an elevator.

An elevator? How did I not notice this before?

Taking the elevator, Bella noticed it had an up and down arrow.

"there is can't possibly be another level in this house?" she questioned

"uhm, let's go down..."

And man was she surprised Because the elevator led to a garage. A garage filled with cars. Expensive cars, foreign cars. Cars, she would gamble that the Cullen's had never even heard of. Once she saw her fill of the garage, Bella got back on the elevator and pressed the up button.

Getting off, Bella looked around and realized she was in an office. A huge office. Everything was a deep mahogany. Against the wall was a bar, lined up with different alcohols and next to it was staircase that swirled leading up to a wall full of books. At the bottom was a huge desk, that she could practically lay on. Behind the desk was a huge portrait. The same old couple with Paul but this time, another couple was next to them with a little girl who had vibrant red hair. And under the picture read the words.

"Renard."

But what stopped Bella in her tracks was a photo of herself, on Paul's desk. It was when she and Paul had made dinner together. She was covered in flour with a peaceful smile on her face.

And right next to it was the picture of a grey wolf and a white fox. The exact ones from her dream.

Bella shivered. Maybe she was connected to Paul more then she realized.

End flashback.

And even after that day, Bella dreams had become more vivid. The fox and the wolf. It was all she dreamt about lately. Sometimes there would a man standing between them, but the sun would always block her view.

"you know what, when Paul finally gets out, ill just have to ask him what the fox and wolf mean. It must be a sign. I just hope he's alright spending a week in jail cannot be good."

With that thought, Bella continued her drive. Before she knew it, she had arrived.

"oh boy, let's get this started."

…

Bella was just reaching for the door when two familiar voices called her.

"Bella?!"

Looking up Bella was surprised and relived to See Angela weber and Ben Cheney.

"Ben? Angela? Hi!" she greeted awkwardly.

However, Angela surprised her when she gripped Bella in a tight hug.

"Bella! I missed you. You've been M.I. A During lunch! So, you got selected for the math and science program?"

"huh? Oh no, I got selected for the advanced artist program. But its good see some familiar faces. If I had known you guess were selected, we could have all ridden up here together."

"oh! We can do that next week!" Ben chimed in.

"sounds good. Um, I guess we better go in."

"great! By the way, love the haircut." Angela complimented.

"thanks..."

The group of three walked into the crowed lobby.

It seemed like students from other school had been selected to attend.

"oh! Over here. Bella, they have name tags and information folders." Angela piped up.

Once the three of them found their name tags, they headed into what looked like a fancy ballroom.

To her surprise, Reporters were taking pictures and looking extremely anxious.

"wow, I didn't know the press would be here. This is must be a bigger even then we expected..." Ben said

"yeah. This is crazy. It can't be this important can it?" Bella asked

"Bella did you not read the information sheet? Apparently, Julia and Randall Renard were advert art collectors and started a series of museums and galleries around the world. Years back they settled in Washington with their grandson after traveling the world. Apparently, they were found murdered one night and their grandson took over the family business. He's a freaking billionaire and he's around our age. Isn't that crazy?"

Bella was left gasping like a fish out of water.

Wait, Renard? Grandparents? murdered? Renard is the name I kept seeing at Paul's house. There's no way...

Bella thoughts were interrupted when a round of applause of given and camera's began to flash.

A woman with blonde hair stepped up to the mic.

"Good evening scholars and press. We are so happy to have you here today. This morning, I would like to introduce to a young man who has face the odds. The Renard foundation has stayed strong because of his dedication and commitment to the fine arts. He also had advanced our program by adding the math and science branch of our program. He has taken the time out of his busy schedule to welcome you himself. I present you to you our CEO and director Mr. Paul Renard.."

Bella could not Believe her eyes, stepping onto the stage dressed in an expensive suit surrounded by bodyguards and screamed at by the press for his attention was Paul. Her Paul.

Wait? When did he become yours? She asked herself

But none of that minute Paul spoke, all her anxiety melted.

"Good morning, Young Scholars and future leaders…"