Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“The more you scrub, the more the dirt get off, don’t you know the saying? “
There was a trace of confusion on my face, why haven’t I heard such saying? Unless she made those up?
“Stop saying nonsense ” Anabelle rebutted her. ” I have never heard of that “
“Why would you hear of it? You’re not exactly a bright student”
“Alright kids, knock it out ” I came in to settle the dispute ” Isabella would not do anything to you ” I assured my little pumpkin.
“How would you know?”She retorted.
“I have been sleeping throughout the day, so I don’t feel drowsy any longer which means I would be able to protect you from your cousin’s snarls and pranks “
Her eyes brightened, “Really? “
I nodded, ” Really “
“Thank you aunt Maria ” She hugged me and lifted the sheet to cover her body, going to sleep right away.
“Goodnight Pumpkin ” I pecked her on the forehead as she smiled with her eyes closed.
“Ugh! ” Isabella who had been staring at the scene snorted in disguise and lay back on the bed – ThankGod!.
“Goodnight Izzy ” I bent and pecked her too and aside from scrunching up her face, she didn’t resist my display of affection.
I shook my head, amused. Even though she acts all tough and cold-hearted, she is still one sweet girl.
So I pulled a vigil all through the night or so I thought cause when the morning came, I find out I slept off in the process.
I panicked when I found out Isabella’s side of the bed was empty which meant she had awoken already; I quickly checked on Annabelle.
A huge sigh of relief was released when I found out Annabelle was alright, no harm was done to her by her cousin.
Quickly, I left for my bathroom in order to wash up and prepare for the day ahead. I had already walked past my bathroom vanity when I froze and retraced back my steps.
Eyes wide and mouth agape from shock, I stared hard at the face looking back at me from the mirror.
There was a detailed koala drawing on my face! No, no, no, this had better be not what I’m thinking, permanent marker?
“Isabella!!!!!!! “
Maria’s POV
Isabella was hellbent on making me age faster. At first, I had judged Niles harshly but it was now obvious to me why he had to hand Isabella over to Adam; the girl is a terror.
Not to talk of her nannies, I heard none of them survived a day which was quite a miracle and a huge achievement when I survived day one of being her caretaker.
Initially, I scrubbed my skin till it turned pink just to remove the marker until Eden suggested using rubbing alcohol.
It was a known fact that Izzy Is good in acts so the drawing was quite detailed, but what puzzled me the most was how I was able to sleep through while she tattooed my face in permanent marker.
Eden offered to wipe away the stains but I kicked him out of my room, I wasn’t stupid enough to fall into his trap.
Having spent time with Niles who was good at luring me into traps that would satisfy him in the end, I could now tell when someone wanted to make a secret move on me.
In the end, I called over my two cute angels: Anabelle and Pedro, to help me out – That little imp called Isabella was currently in my blacklist.
Pouring the alcohol into two separate bowls and handing out cotton balls to both kids, I sat in front of the vanity and watched through the mirror as they began to work on my face.
Anabelle pressed her lips together and focused on the task at hand with a firm and blank expression while Pedro had a more relaxed yet determined look.
They dipped the cotton balls in the alcohol and held it on my skin for a while before wiping it and repeating the same procedure until the stain was gone, as I instructed them since rubbing it could irritate my skin.
I fumed in anger while the kids continuously worked on my face. Who knew Isabella would pull such an evil prank on me? I was so busy protecting Anabelle that I forgot I was vulnerable to her attack too – I would give her a piece of my mind when my face looks more human.
Soon the kids were done, though they had a self-accomplished smile on their faces, I could tell they were exhausted; their arms were probably aching. To pay them for their hard work, I promised them to a treat later which had them grinning from ear to ear.
The marker had faded so I quickly washed up in order to go and visit the prankster – she had gone a bit too far this time. What if I had been allergic to the chemical used in producing that marker? I could have died before I even awoke.
Perhaps Isabella turned out this way because she had no motherly figure in her life. Fathers were great and all but a mom is always a mom.
I don’t know what age Isabella lost her mother but the girl needs serious rehabilitation. Some of her behavior at times scares me and yes, she might take it as fun but the human body was still fragile, an accident could always happen unexpectedly.
So I marched to her room and knocked, only to discover it was open. I pushed the door wide and walked in expecting her to be on her phone or reading a book or something, but what I met was an Isabella sprawled out on the bed in an undignified pose and asleep.
I chuckled inwardly, does she think I would buy her act, what a joke. Isabella was a smart girl and must have guessed I was here to scold her for her prank, so must be pretending to be asleep.
“Hey,” I said, with my arms folded across my chest, “I’m not going to be fooled by your act.
No response.
I smirked, so she was intent on continuing with the act. Fine then, let’s see who would get tired with pretending.
“If you don’t get up from the bed Isabella, I’ll have you sent back to the city “
No response.
“Before the count of three “
Still no response.
“One.. “
No movement.
“Two.. “
She didn’t even stir.
“Two and a half… “
Nothing.
“Two and a half and a half… “
Not even a snore.
“Three ” I finished my countdown but my brows couldn’t help but furrow into a prominent frown. For someone pretending to be asleep, it kinda looked real.
But that was impossible, she just awoke from a long night rest, even had the energy to draw on my face, so how could she be asleep again?
“Hey ” I tapped her on the shoulder but she stirred and turned her back to me.
“Isabella ” I shook her this time but winced when the back of my palm touched her neck by chance, her temperature was ridiculously high.
“What the… ” I faltered when my eyes rested on the skin of her back where the polo shirt had not been able to cover, there was a breakout of rashes there.
“Oh my God.” I gasped in shock, then tapped her again but she moaned tiredly and went back to sleep.
That serously couldn’t be chicken pox.