Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“What pervert!” Niles hollered from outside, “Maria and I owned that room,”
“Well, not anymore!” Isabella retorted from the inside.
“What are you looking at?!” He barked at Julie who had glanced up to watch what was going on.
“Nothing,” He quickly shook his head and left as quickly as his legs could take him.
Julie was seriously having second thoughts about sleeping over at Niles’ place. Niles hated his guts, Isabella disliked him, what if the both of them collaborated and ended him in his sleep. They had the power to disguise his death as suicide and with the friction between him and grandfather, they might take advantage of that to cover their crime – father and daughter were smart. Well, if things come to that, Julie was sure Anabelle would avenge him.
They were done in no time and all headed down the street where Niles had packed his car.
“Wow,” Isabella couldn’t help but praise her father mentally. His car was packed in an inconspicuous corner. No wonder they didn’t see it else she would have noticed it and known he was here.
“Get in here,” Niles ordered when all of them hurried into the back seat. However the seat could only accommodate three people and they were four in number unless one of them decided to settle on another person’s lap – which is impossible with the front seat empty.
Isabella groaned in disappointment knowing her father was referring to her and was prepared to step out when?Niles announced,
“I mean you, Pedro. Get your ass here. Now,”
Everyone froze. What had Pedro done this time? However a smile lit Julie’s face, maybe it was Pedro’s turn to receive a taste of what he went through – he heard Pedro and Niles weren’t exactly close. It was his turn to laugh, mwahaha.
“Dad -!”
“It’s alright,” Pedro stopped Isabella who was about to protest for him. He was a man and would take care of his own problems.
Pedro quickly got into the front seat and sat down.
“Your seat belt, are you waiting for me to help you with that?” Niles asked him coldly.
“Oh, sorry,”
Pedro glanced down and barely buckled on the seat belt that seemed jammed when Niles turned on the ignition and started the car that jerked him forward.
“Geez, dad!” Isabella spoke in anger, “You might as well murder him!”
Niles clenched his jaw hard as he drove, he never knew his daughter was serious with the boy. He simply thought he was one of her toys that she passed time with like she usually does back then with Jennifer. Niles sighed, he just hoped Isabella doesn’t make the same mistake he did by getting pregnant at a young age.
The third point of view:
The drive to Niles’ place was silent and strained. No one said a word nor did Niles find any other unnecessary fault with Pedro after Isabella’s outburst.
Everyone minded their business until Anabelle, who was leaning against the window, noticed for the third time as a police car zoomed past them, “That’s weird, another police car just passed us at high speed. Do you think something happened?”
Everyone shook their head at Anabelle’s brainlessness. How could she not figure out what’s going on?
As usual, Julie choose to answer her when everyone else remained dumb, “That’s your father’s handwork,”
“My father’s handwork?” Anabelle frowned, “Why would my father send….oh,” It finally clicked in her head. Guess, she wasn’t that dumb after all.
“Uncle Eden must have figured out our location and sent them to capture us,” Pedro explained, trying hard not to catch Niles’ gaze in the rear view mirror. Yes, he looked relaxed but his mind was far from the word, “calm”. However, Pedro had his plans, he would sort this out with Niles once and for all.
“But why send the police? Isn’t that too mean? He makes us look like criminals!” Anabelle could not believe it. She never thought her father was that insensitive.
Eden was a kind, loving, tender man and father, who would never hurt her or anyone precious to her. Or had she been living under a false illusion all this while?
“Your father loves you,” Isabella assured her as if she had read her mind and seen her insecurity, “He’s just being overprotective of his daughter. However, parents don’t understand they also hurt their kids in the process of keeping them safe,”
For some reason, Anabelle couldn’t help but feel that those words were somehow being alluded to something, or rather someone… Her gaze found her uncle Niles who drove ahead with an expressionless face.
Anabelle sighed, it seemed every family had its problems. Isabella might be smart but her social skills were highly lacking and she had communication problems. Seeing this in a new light, Anabelle realized she might be more blessed than she thought. Isabella was right, she should give herself more credit.
By the time they arrived at Niles’ residence, it was eleven and quite late in the night. But Anabelle was happier because that meant the triple trouble was fast asleep.
Anabelle loved and wished for more siblings but she was not a huge fan of the triple trouble. Each time she came here, the kids, especially Allen, would always find a way of pranking her. To make it worse, they were all smarter than her – smartness runs in their genes – the oppression was too much.
“Go to bed. Isabella would show you the rooms,” Niles ordered, preparing to retreat for the night when Julie asked.
“May I share a room with my girlfriend, Anabelle?”
“No, you may not,” Niles replied immediately, glaring at him as he said, “Remain pure till marriage, until then, you’d be sharing a room with Pedro,”
At that comment, Isabella gave her father the look. Remain pure, her butt! He got her mom pregnant with her at age sixteen for crying out loud.
“A-hem,” Niles cleared his throat awkwardly after his daughter subtly called him out on his comment with her glare.
“You should all go to bed,” He said and turned to leave.
“Sir Niles, can I speak to you,” Pedro said to everyone’s surprise.
What has gotten into him? Wasn’t he the one being grilled by Niles in the car? Why would he want to see him? Unless he was a sucker for pain.
“Privately,” Pedro added upon sensing everyone’s curious and questioning look.
Niles fixed his intent gaze on the boy and when he didn’t cower under his intimidation, relaxed and turned to the others, “Go to bed. You know what to do, Isabella,”
“Yes, tuck them to bed like the babies they are,” Isabella almost sassed yet she composed herself, and simply said, “Yes, father,” before gesturing to them with her gaze to follow her.
“Let’s go,” Niles said to Pedro and together, led him to the balcony where he leaned on the balustrade, inhaling the cool night breeze.
“You want to talk to me, go on,” He said to the young boy whose earlier confidence was now declining. Niles could tell from the panic written all over his face.