Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Judy took two steps back, the news felt like a bomb to his ears. He placed both hands on his waist, disbelief awash on his face. He suddenly felt so tired that he sat on the edge of the bed. All this while, he had been anticipating bad news from the doctor, who knew it was very good news, or was it?
His joy vanished when he discovered Emily was not happy. She should be the happiest since she had earlier thought she was unable to conceive any more thanks to complications from the past.
“Emily,” He rubbed her shoulder tenderly, “Tell me, what is wrong?” he asked, waiting patiently for her response.
But to his greatest surprise, Emily sat up and burst into tears while Judy stared, his mouth hung open from bewilderment, did he say anything wrong?”
“Your highness,” the doctor offered an explanation sensing the prince was lost with this recent development, “I believe this is the pregnancy hormone kicking in – pregnancy brings unstable mood,”
Was that it? Judy was suddenly afraid. What if he and Emily have an argument and her fluctuating mood makes her stab something into him? Not that it was going to happen but one has to think of many possibilities in this scenario.
“You’ve done it and now you’re going to leave me to raise this one all alone again,” was Emily’s unbelievable reason for crying. He wanted to argue that it takes two to tango but decided against it else she hit him with something.
“Of course not!” Judy couldn’t believe his ear, “I would never leave you – not this time. Previously, I was helpless to lend a helping hand, but this time I would take responsibility for everything,” He swore to her with firm determination.
But that didn’t coax Emily enough to stop crying, “Even at that, in the end, you’d still marry that woman who would maltreat my children while you’d discard me after getting fat and ugly as a result of pregnancy,”
Judy facepalmed mentally, he took a deep breath afterward. He couldn’t understand women at all, why were they so obsessed about being fat and all – why couldn’t she see he loved her however she looked.
“I would never marry any other woman aside from you, Emily, and can’t you see, the queen would be unable to refuse you being my queen now you carry another royal blood,”
Because she would not let another of her heirs be born a bastard, the queen would be in a hurry to marry them off this time.
Emily’s sobs gargled to a stop, she cleared her eyes, “She hates me,” she said and leaned against his chest.
Judy smiled, threading his hand through her?hair, “Oh don’t worry, the Emily I know would win her heart over with her charms in on time,”
The third point of view :
Isabella stared at the crafty old man, a smirk on her face. Who was he trying to deceive? The grandpa was smart but she had an upper hand: Grown up tend to look down on children.
“Fine, I agree to the deal,” Isabella said to the man’s surprise. He had seen the girl was a fierce and determined one hence didn’t expect her to give in that easily.
At that moment, the door opened and the arrogant bastard called Julie walked in. Sure, she could see why Anabelle fell for him, he was breathtakingly handsome with soft silky blonde hair that fell over his right eye adding to his sexiness, kissable bow-shaped mouth, and blue eyes, however, he fell in comparison to Pedro – at least in Isabella’s view. Though Julie had a face most women would willingly die for, his body was nothing compared to Pedro’s – and Isabella liked a well-defined sexy chest.
The boy had a smug look on his face and it took Isabella all the strength she could mutter not to lunge at him and punch the daylight out of that annoying pretty face.
“Grandfather,” Julie bowed, still staring at Isabella out of the corner of his eye.
“Oh, you’re here son,” He acknowledged his presence, “How are you doing? Hope the injury wasn’t serious,”
“Well, aside from a slight whiplash, I’m good,” He said, flexing his wrist and shoulder.
“What a great pretender,” Isabella scoffed audibly, “Even Reina didn’t get an award for her great acting,”
Reina gave Isabella the look, why was she dragging her into this matter. She was the one who brought herself into this mess in the first place.
“As you can see..” George ignored Isabella’s grumbles, ” The perpetrator of the incident has admitted to her crimes, and to make restitution, she has agreed to be your bride,”
Isabella winced at the mention of ‘bride’. This man was really shameless, this was the twenty-first century! You can just force a girl to marry your irritating son just because you like her!! – she flips the table out of anger mentally.
“What do you say to that, son?” George asked.
Isabella snorted, the acting between grandpappy and son was so awesome she wanted to puke. Even if Julie doesn’t like her, it was obvious he wouldn’t disobey his decision.
“I agree to the engagement, Grandfather, ” Julie agreed, eyes fixed on Isabella.
Reina was almost angered to death, she was hoping this little male specimen would atone for his sins by disagreeing to the engagement after what he did to Anabelle. It was no wonder her father, Valentino, was shameless too – like mentor, like mentee.
Reina was about to step in and take matters into her own hands when Isabella said.
“Hold your horses, old and young man. This matter has not yet been fairly settled,”
“What are you talking about, young one?” George mumbled.
“I got into this ridiculous engagement because I tried to hurt your precious grandson yet your son went scot-free after he hurt my precious cousin, Anabelle,”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re paying for the sins of trying to harm him in a bid to avenge Anabelle,” George argued, almost going red in the face. This was the first time in his entire life to encounter a shrewd child like this.
“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction,” Isabella leisurely quoted Newton’s third law of motion, “There’s no equal reaction on my part – you duo are the only ones benefiting from this,” the girl didn’t back down nor show signs of weakness.
A smile crept up Reina’s face and she relaxed into her seat comfortably. Isabella already got this covered, she’d see how this brazen granny and his son escape her.
“Don’t be too greedy,” Julie pointed at her.
“Haa!” Isabella harrumphed, “I’m greedy? So says the two-timer”
“Y-you?!” Julie found himself shooting up to his foot, blood rushing to his face.
“Shut up,” His grandfather silenced him, taking control of the discussion once again. He had underestimated the girl once more and this heightened his resolve to make her a member of the family once the time was ripe.
Marriage of convenience was not an uncommon thing in aristocratic families. Noble families marry off their daughters to fellow powerful families to tighten relations and make alliances, with both sides benefiting from the arrangement.
The girl was a rare gem. Her smartness, bravery, and shrewdness were the major factors he needed. With this attitude, she would definitely take their business places – she must be kept in their family. If the girl could already be this smart at this young, what would she be like when she grows up into a woman? Dangerous! indisputable!
“Fine, what do you want?” He asked.
“Since Julie has the nerve to play around with my cousin, I want the right to be with whoever I want for two years too – that should be enough to break his heart,”
“Impossible!” the old man refused, he knew what that means. That indicates the engagement would not be active for two years. After all, what noble family would engage their son to a lady who dates another in public? He couldn’t allow this, anything could happen in that two years and the engagement could come to a void.