Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Just call god damned Niles!” Isabella wanted her to give in and avoid the suffering, but her stubborn mother didn’t respond to her.
Reina laughed at Miguel through bloodied tears, “You must feel frustrated right now, don’t you?”
Miguel shut his eyes, reeling his anger in. He knew this woman was trying to ruffle his feathers, but then, it was working.
“I’m done being nice,” He growled and raised his hand to strike her once again when Isabella stepped out to say,
“I’ll call him!”
Miguel turned to her, intrigued, “You say?”
“I’ll call Niles, my father,” Isabella announced just as she glared at Neon who began to cry at the level of violence being inflicted on Reina.
Miguel gestured at the man who let go of Isabella. Once free, she stretched her arm and then pulled out her phone from the back of her pants.
“I meant your mother’s phone, not yours,” Miguel stopped her before she could place the call.
“My phone? Her phone? What’s the difference? All you want is to hear Niles’, isn’t it?”
Miguel’s lips curved to the side as he began to walk towards Isabella with calculated steps. However, Isabella stood her ground, unmoving, nor did she break her eye contact with that bastard – she would not fear but bravely stare death straight in the eyes.
Upon getting to her, Miguel stared at her for a few minutes, more like stared her down, but Isabella remained unwavering. The first rule of being courageous was to not fear “fear”.
She stood with her head held high, not even panicking when he tipped up her chin saying, “You want to know why her phone’s so important?”
Miguel was entertained by the expressionless look on her face – it excited yet irked him. He’d see how long she’d last under that mask when he gets rid of her stepmother.
“I’m sure, your father has already heard of my invasion and is out there panicking since he cannot connect to the house – my hand work also,” He was so smug, “So you can imagine the look on his face when his phone rings and he finds out it’s his lovely wife, only to have his hope dashed into pieces,” Miguel laughed hard as if was funny, “The look on his face would be priceless,”
“Psycho,” Isabella hissed at him.
Miguel grinned at her, “You’re the child he had as a teenager, aren’t you? I heard a lot about you,” He caressed his thumb across her soft skin. It felt good.
Isabella slapped his palm away.
He snorted, “Are the women in the family always this rebellious,”
Isabella ignored his remark and said to him, “You’re lucky to God you have me at a disadvantage else what I’ll do to you asshole, you’d never. ever. forget It in a hurry,” she emphasized on her threat and never anticipated that Miguel would spin her around suddenly and embrace her from behind.
“Funny thing is that,” Miguel whispered into her ears seductively, “I like my women strong, so I can break their spirit,” He licked her ear while Isabella struggled to be free, “It gives me so much satisfaction on the bed,”
“Let her go!” Fumed Reina. The kind of death stare she gave Miguel would have had him dead if her eyes were bullets.
Miguel turned to her saying, “I have no business with you but her,” He added, “at the moment,”
But Reina persisted, “Let her go, she’s just a kid,”
“My preference comes in all types and ages. Perhaps, when I’m done with you, I’d lift the burden off Niles shoulder by helping him out with his daughter,”
“Don’t worry, I can help myself!” Isabella yelled and headbutted him causing him to stumble back, grabbing his jaw in pain.
“You daughter of a bitch!” Miguel saw red. First, it was her brother – Neon – who hit him, now her?
But as soon as he raised his hand to strike Isabella, Reina pushed him from behind and he tripped.
“Isabella, run!”
But then, run where?
Miguel was up on his feet and this time he was furious. Nevertheless, before he could lay a hand on Reina, one of his men from earlier blocked him.
“What’s the meaning of this?” his eyes narrowed at him. Was he defying his orders?
“The more time we waste, the faster Niles’ reinforcements arrive and it makes it harder to leave here safely. Since you want the phone, the girl should go ahead and get it,” the man claimed.
However, Miguel had a niggling feeling in his guts that he purposely defended her. But then, what the man said was true, so he didn’t put much thought into it.
“Fine, get her cellphone,”
“On it,” Isabella said through gritted teeth, already turning to head to Reina’s room where the phone was being kept.
“Not so fast,” Miguel halted her and then turned to one of the hitmen – the one who had indirectly protected Reina earlier – saying, “Follow her, if she does anything suspicious, do not hesitate to end her,”
The third point of view:
“What’s your name?” Isabella asked the hitman who Miguel had placed as her escort. He was the same person her mother Reina had tried to poach. If only he had agreed to help them, the smile would have been slapped off Miguel’s expression already.
“Jean,” He answered grumbly as if telling her his name was a huge task.
“You haven’t hurt a kid before, right?” she asked, as soon as they reached her parent’s bedroom.
Isabella has been observing him and so far, he wasn’t like the rest of his cruel men -?he was the only one with a moral code. He was obviously uncomfortable with the treatment being meted out on her mother Reina. If only there was a way she could draw him over to their side, it would be beneficial. As much as she and her siblings still had their element of surprise, they still needed a big guy with the guns.
Jean arched a brow at her, “Do you want to taste that theory,” He hinted that she shouldn’t test him.
Facing him, Isabella entered the room with her back, “Surely, you have a daughter…”
His brows raised
“Or a wife?”