Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Think whatever you want, but I’m letting you off on account of our past relationship. But if you dare, lay a hand on Anabelle once again, I’ll rip you apart all by myself!” he threatened her.
“We’d see about that!” Quinn huffed and jerked herself from the clerks who watched her cautiously, prepared to capture her back if she dared tried any silly move.
Though she couldn’t see her, Anabelle could sense the murderous eyes boring holes into her head. Her heart suddenly hurt, why wasn’t she as badass as Isabella? She should have shown that bitch ass that the Sparks’s were not to be trifled with. Instead, what had she done? Hide her face in Julie’s chest! She was mortified.
“She’s gone now,” Julie whispered into her ears while surprisingly soothingly stroking her head. But then, she would not be fooled this time!
Forcefully, Anabelle pushed at his chest, hoping to storm away from the place but as usual, the asshole had to disrupt her plan.
“Anabelle!” He pulled her back to him.
“Don’t touch me!” She hissed, struggling to be free.
“I’m sorry,” He said
“I’m sorry too because your sorry can’t solve this,” she turned to leave with determination. Yet, he stopped her. Again.
“She hurt you! I can’t let you leave like this -“
“Why?” Anabelle sneered, “Because you’ve now realized that I’m Sparks and that my family would rip your head off if they realize what you and your girlfriend did to me?” there was sarcasm in her tone.
“Either way, I’m responsible for you,” He told her, “Now come with me,”
“No, let me go!”
“Just shut up and come with me!”
Anabelle was stunned at the dominance in that command. Veins were bulging from Julie’s head and neck plus his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire that Anabelle wanted to throw herself on the ground and cry out on this injustice. She was the victim here, so why was he yelling at her?
She didn’t say anything more and followed him grudgingly, spitting out profanities which he ignored. Julie led her to a private room and had her sit down, with him doing the same. Anabelle was curious about his intention so was quite alert until one of the clerks arrived with an ice pack.
“Thank you,” She reached out and wanted to take it from him but Julie was faster.
“What are you doing?” Anabelle shot him a look.
“Just stop talking,” He said, turning her face to him and pressed the ice pack on her face and she flinched from the coldness.
“I can help myself,” She wanted to take it from him but the glare Julie gave her made her shut up. Suit yourself then, the girl murmured mentally.
More careful this time, Julie began to rub the ice pack at her swollen cheek where Quinn had slapped her.
While he was immersed in treating her, Anabelle couldn’t help but admire his features. His skin was too smooth and translucent for a man – she was almost jealous. Julie had a pair of strongly arched thick brows and now she was staring up close she could make out flecks of green in his blue eyes unlike hers. Her gaze fell on his tall nose and followed down to his lips.
But Anabelle was startled at the ridiculous thought that went through her head when her gaze flickered down to his lips and hurriedly returned her eyes to his, but unfortunately, their gaze met and held.
Julie and Anabelle froze, a great sexual tension igniting between them as they looked into each other’s eyes. It might have been Julie who moved first but Anabelle’s eyes had shut close, awaiting what was to come.
But when Julie’s lips brushed against hers, Anabelle’s phone rang at that moment and the spell binding them shattered.
“I should leave,” Anabelle shot up to her feet, flustered.
“Yeah, probably,” Julie couldn’t have agreed more.
That was weird. Really Weird.
The third point of view:
She was happy here, Emily realized. There was nobody to restrict her; nobody to judge her right and left; nobody to rate how good enough she is; but most of all, she was healing. With each passing day, the pain became bearable. Though she missed her son Akim and him – whose name should not be called now – she needed this space; to be alone and heal.
Judy wasn’t here, still, Emily had been careful with the way she handled the lion cubs even though they wouldn’t harm her. She had seen his call that day but refused to answer knowing her heart wasn’t ready to face him. With how soft-hearted she was, there was no guarantee she wouldn’t go running back into his arms after hearing his voice. Yes, he’s her weakness and she knows it.
When she had heard his message, her heart gladdened even though he was pissed off with her. But then, his comment about choosing another wife hit her strongly and it took everything in her not to have replied to his voicemail.
Of course, all men were the same. She wasn’t even that gone for that long and he was already thinking of getting married? Well, she would just take her son away while he lives a happily ever after with his new wife that would give him lots of princes and princesses!
Emily knew she was being irrational, but the thought of another woman having him was painful. Well, he was the prince and she was a divorced woman from a well-off family, what was she expecting? That she would make a fine queen? keep on dreaming, this was the best approach; staying away from him.
The queen must be sleeping so comfortably these days. Why wouldn’t she? The evil woman who bewitched her son was gone as she wished.
Emily winced, shutting her eyes as the thought of the child she lost crossed her mind. No, this was the best. Who knew what the queen would do next? It was better she stayed away. Once she was strong enough to return, she’d discuss Akim’s keep with him – the both of them was over.
“Hi Emily,” her attention was drawn to the couples making their way over to her and sighed.
She had come down to the hotel’s restaurant to have her breakfast in peace which was impossible now.
“Here you are!” Bianca plopped down on the seat in front of her with her husband, Guy.
Both were fellow tourists and the first people she had clicked with when she arrived here?- probably because they reminded her of she and Judy. The couples were hopelessly in love to the extent they couldn’t stay away from one other.
Sometimes she dreaded staying with them, not because they weren’t good company, but because they were so sweet with each other it can get uncomfortable to a nauseating point – not to mention they kept reminding her what she lost.
“I should have known this is where you would run off to,” Bianca remarked, taking the menu Emily had dropped on the table and reading through it even though she knew all the meal by heart now.
“She ran off without us, honey,” Guy pinched her cheeks and she growled at him playfully.
“Who wants to be with you with the way you both are affectionate with each other. Don’t you know your relationship is a stab in the heart to us single ladies?” Emily touched her heart.
“Then go get married then,” It slipped out of Bianca’s mouth and when she realized what she just said, it was too late.
Guy nudged his wife’s side, making her realize how tense the environment suddenly became.