Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Although he lied to his parents that he needed to be at the wedding beforehand and spend time with his cousins, Akim knew he would not be returning to Lincolnshire anytime soon. Lincolnshire smelled and tasted too much like Anika.
He needed to breathe. For sure, he would not forget Anika but he had to move on. She would always have his heart. Now, what he needed was to heal.
“Let’s go!!” Elsa and Diego held onto Akim’s hands and began to lead him away, abandoning their siblings who were dumbfounded by their act.
Those ungrateful brats! Ailee and Allen wanted to teach them a lesson. However, their gaze fell on Ella who was by their side, at least they still got one loyal twin.
“Let’s go, Ella,” Ailee said to her, bringing out her hand so she could take it.
“Sure!” Ella replied enthusiastically, causing a smile to fill Ailee’s face when she reached out to her. However, to her?surprise, the girl simply put her tablet in Ailee’s hands and took off, shouting, “Wait for me, Akim!”
Before their very eyes, they watched as Akim bent and piggybacked her while the others took their hands respectively.
For a minute, Ailee didn’t say a word as she was too shocked to react. What just happened? That was when she realized that Elsa did not follow Akim in the first place because she was busy coloring. In the end, none of the triplets wanted them.
The sound of Allen’s laughter brought Ailee back to the present and she realized that her brother was indeed laughing at her.
“Asshole,” Ailee said, flipped her hair, and took her leave. Since she recovered from the bullet wound, Allen had gone back to being the asshole he was although there were some notable changes in his character.
Lately, she hasn’t caught him sneaking any girl into his room nor does he make out in the car anymore because he’s the one driving since Neon left…
The thought of Neon snatched away every smile on Ailee’s face and Allen upon noticing that, came closer and placed his hand on her shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Ailee glared at him.
“Giving you a rare chance to be intimate with your handsome brother.. Come, let’s go home,” Allen intentionally pulled her along, distracting the sad thoughts in her head.
The third point of view:
“Hey, look over here! No, there! Turn your face! To the left. This angle. Isabella, don’t move! Anabelle, stop eating!” the two brides to be received non-stop orders as to how to behave as the make-up artist and her team worked on them.
Isabella was vexed beyond her limit and it only took Anabelle’s charming and easy-going nature to get her to calm down and not murder the crew for doing their job. Anabelle was there to erase the furrows on Isabella’s face with jokes and conversations about their future.
Isabella felt like a freshly plucked chicken. This was not the first time she had makeup applied on her face but today’s treatment was on another level and it was all thanks to her mother.
According to Reina, today was her special day, and had to look the part. There wasn’t going to be a single flaw on her body and as she quotes, “You would be the epitome of perfection!”
Ever since the day everyone knew she was pregnant – thanks to Anabelle’s wide mouth – they treated her as if she was fragile and would break upon impact especially Cecile. But Isabella viewed Cecil’s past action as hypocritical, choosing to be cold to her because she refused to give her a grandchild and being warm to her because she finally got what she wanted.
Pedro might be her son, but he’s her husband now and they choose how to plan their family without her interruption. She – Isabella – choosing not to have a child, that doesn’t make her less of a woman.
However, Isabella was beginning to understand Cecil a little each day the baby grew in her stomach. The love she had for her unborn child each time she stroked her belly was unexplainable. All she understood was that she and Pedro had created a child, that would be theirs. Perhaps, that was the same thing Cecil wanted – to see the world they created.
“I’m so envious of you,” Isabella suddenly said, drawing Isabella’s mind to the present. She was rubbing her baby bump that was now visible and that was what Anabelle was staring at.
“Jealous of what?” Isabella asked nonchalantly and was grateful for the fact that the make-up artist was finally done with her.
“Your baby bump,” she looked down, “Mine is not visible yet,” Anabelle complained, rubbing her hand on her still flat stomach.
Isabella sighed, leave it up to her cousin to make a big deal out of the most trivial things.
“You think I like the fact that I look like a floated balloon on my wedding day?”
“You look actually like a sexy mom, I’m jealous. When your child grows up, you could actually tell him or her – wait a minute, do you know the baby’s sex?” Anabelle finally realized she hadn’t asked that.
“It’s a girl,”
“Christ Jesus, it’s like you’re giving birth to your incarnation. I’m so scared now for my son,” Anabelle’s hands went protectively to her stomach.
Isabella glared at her.
But Anabelle pointed out, “What if your daughter bullies my son in the future?”
“Are you calling my unborn child a gangster?” Isabella increased the intensity of her glare. How dare she accuse her unborn child of a crime she hadn’t even committed?
“No,” Anabelle said, “I’m just saying the apple doesn’t fall far from the far,” She hinted that Isabella’s child would be just like her.
Just like that the both of them began to quibble on the issue just as Niles entered the dressing room.
“Isn’t it too early to quarrel on your wedding day?” Niles made his appearance known to the two ladies who didn’t notice him.
“Uncle!” Anabelle said, resuming her good-girl image.
“Anabelle, you look wonderful,” Niles complimented her.
“Thank you,” Anabelle stood and embraced him in a hug, placing pecks on both sides of his cheeks.
As soon as Niles pulled away, he turned to his daughter and was stunned.
“Wow,” He breathed, “You look so beautiful I can’t describe it,”
“Thank you, father,” Isabella said, an embarrassed blush creeping up her face. This was the first time her father ever complimented her so deeply she felt it.
“Anabelle, can you give us some privacy?” Niles said, turning to her.
“Sure,” Anabelle didn’t waste time to enter the adjoining room, giving them enough privacy to hold their conversation.
Even after Anabelle left, Niles didn’t say anything and just kept staring at Isabella who was uncomfortable with the scrutiny that she stared the other way until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“If you want to say something, just say it and stop staring at me that way. It’s creepy,” she complained.