Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“What are you three mischievous kids up to now?” Anabelle walked over to them, hands akimbo.
“Nothing?” they all answered in a chorus.
“Do you how long Isabella has been searching for you guys? You should thank your God that I’m the one that found you else you would have incurred her wrath already,” she told them honestly.
Yes, thank their God, indeed. The kids breathed a sigh of relief. If Isabella had been the one who found them, she would have ripped the truth from them.
Though Allen and Ailee were sure of lasting under her interrogation and might even deceive her successfully, but not Neon. The boy was a dead weight and wouldn’t withstand Isabella’s pressure – even for a minute. Their elder sister was a demoness. But the universe was on their side today and sent Anabelle who didn’t even suspect a thing at all.
Such cute kids, what could they have possibly done? Anabelle thought. She waved the suspicious thought from her mind, Isabella was just overreacting.
“Alright, follow me back to the reception, immediately,” Anabelle ordered and led the way, expecting them to obey.
“Where’s Mr. Fluff?” Ailee asked her brother, as soon as Anabelle left.
Allen smiled at them reassuringly, “Don’t worry about him, I hid him in the – Uh-oh,” He blinked twice at the space beside him.
“Uh-oh, what?” Ailee was confused.
Allen pointed at the spot where the trolley had been moments ago, ” I hid it in the dish that had been -“
Neon didn’t even wait for Allen to fully narrate his story and shrieked, “MR. FLUFF!”
The boy who grasped what happened, ran out to the reception hall to save his mouse with Allen and Ailee after him.
Meanwhile, back at the party.
Cecil couldn’t stand the sight of her miserable son any longer. In fact, she couldn’t stand the both of them!
Since the brides and grooms were receiving gifts from family, friends, and well-wishers. Some of the guests had lined up on the dance floor with their partners, waltzing to a soft, romantic number the orchestra was now playing while the others entertained themselves with the food being served.
It was obvious that most people on the dance floor were young people with their companions unlike her son and Isabella brooding at different corners. That was quite an eyesore to her and she couldn’t take it any longer.
“Your mood is a huge contrast to this special occasion,” She made her presence known beside Pedro who was typing away on his phone.
Pedro sighed, readjusting himself on his seat, he already had a faint premonition of what she was about to bother him with.
“What do you want?” he asked, grumpily.
“You know why I’m here,”
“And I don’t want to hear it,” Pedro hoped to dismiss her as he did earlier but Cecil was adamant.
“What’s the real problem here, tell me, Pedro. Talk to mommy – mama knows it all,”
Pedro snorted, but then it dawned on him that he needed to talk this out with someone.
“Well,” He took a deep breath and began, ” My ex-girlfriend is currently engaged to someone else,”
“What?!” Cecil was shocked. She didn’t expect this, no one told her.
So Pedro spent the next minutes narrating to her what happened. As expected, he saw the emotion he hoped for from his mother’s face, which made him coerce his guilty conscience to admit that breaking up with Isabella was the right thing to do.
“That’s quite a big issue,”
“Yes, indeed it is,” Pedro continued, “Isabella is spontaneous and all these wouldn’t have happened if she had just listened to me in the first place. I just can’t keep up with her space; she’s so damn unpredictable,”
“But that’s her charm,”
“Yes, that’s her charm…” Pedro trailed off when he realized his mother just tricked him, “That is not funny, mother,”
“Pedro, it’s so obvious that you both love each other strongly,”
“Yeah, but love is not everything. I don’t want to be in a situation where my heart would have to be broken two years later,” He complained.
Cecil smiled.
“What’s funny?” it didn’t seem funny to him.
“Isabella told you the truth didn’t she?”
“Yes, she did but how does that concern the issue at hand,”
“Pedro, have you ever wondered about your father?” The woman brought up suddenly.
Pedro went silent. God damn him if he dares claims he hadn’t been curious. Of course, he was and always has been. But then, his mother treated him so well he hadn’t bothered bringing up that past for her.
“You’d tell me when you’re ready,” was all he said.
Cecil licked her lips, “Your dad and I were engaged to get married. But then, I was too young and made some pretty bad mistake, I had a one-night stand with a stranger and then months later, turned out pregnant. I told your father as a partner I trusted that I was carrying his baby – I was sure of it – but he never believed me, so I left,”
She took her son’s hand,” Isabella could have hidden the engagement till her two years of freedom was up but she chose to tell you because she trusted you.?And trust, my son, is the core of a successful relationship. Who knows? With the two of you working hand in hand, you might be able to find a loophole to annul the engagement,”
“Look at that beautiful lady over there, Pedro,” Cecil tilted her head in the direction of Isabella and his eyes followed her gesture.
Behold, Isabella stood at a corner of the room looking so lonely and dejected yet was sipping her drink with a grace that could even put a queen to shame.
His throat tightened when he saw a guy approach her, probably asking her for a dance. But Isabella’s deadly glare sent the young man running with his tail between his legs.
“She even curled her hair and made herself pretty,” Cecil pressed, “And we both know Isabella hates spending time in the mirror,”