Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
He saw the way her face filled with surprise at the movement and then she smiled at him. He smiled back too. Maybe it was better to draw strength from her than to wallow in grief.
Although Sakuzi said he felt nothing for Angela, that was a blatant lie, one-third of his heart would always be open for her – that was the power of first love.
However, he would open up the rest of his heart for Nadia to occupy now. It was time to move on – which he would do after bringing Angela’s murderers to the same fate. It was blood for blood. The land would not judge him: he had killed Gerald for touching his daughter. Protecting one another was the Sakuzi Clan code. They would live and kill for that.
Miguel doesn’t know what’s coming for him.
The third point of view:
Anabelle had imagined a happily ever after scene for her parents. She had imagined they would be lovey-dovey with each other after they returned from their honeymoon, but the reverse was the case.
They were fighting, she could see it even though they tried hard to hide it from her. How would they give her a baby sibling if they fought like this – if only Anabelle knew that was the reason for the fight in the first place.
To make matters worse, Reina’s mother died and it seemed pretty serious since her parents hardly got home and hurried over there – probably to comfort her. She thought.
And yes, she had visited there early in the morning but the disconsolate mood there was suffocating. Even the triple trouble didn’t dare to misbehave seeing how temperamental Reina was at the moment. So she returned home.
But right now, she was bored out of her mind. She couldn’t call Isabella since she’d be busy looking after her siblings. Sigh, if only she had a sibling to look after, it would have been much better.
Suddenly Anabelle thought of someone – which was strange – why was she thinking of him of all people?
“Whatever,” she threw her pride aside and called up the asshole. It was better than staying alone all day.
“What is it?” He asked with a seemingly annoyed voice.
“Ugh, must you always be grumpy?” she groaned.
“Only towards you,” Was his reply
Anabelle rolled his eyes, like that would stop her from asking anyway.
“Why do you bother me?” He was sensible enough to ask.
“I’m bored,”
“Go find a playmate then,”
Anabelle made a mocking face, what had she expected from him anyway?
“Are you for real? Can’t you be – “
“I’m your master, not your playmate,” He interrupted her.
“Thank God the contract would be ending in two days, how relieved I am,” She rubbed her happiness all over his face.
“And so?”
“Shouldn’t you take advantage of our short time together? Have fun, you know, as if tomorrow doesn’t exist?”
“What are you suggesting?” he asked.
“Dude, I just told you I’m bored. Anything fun would be fine,” she said without thinking it through.
“Anything fun?”
She sensed the evil intention in his tone and realized she had fallen straight into his plan. Good going, Anabelle.
“Fine, I’ll be in your place soon,” He said and hung up on her.
“Asshole,” She called him yet hopped down the bed singing, “What to wear? What to wear?”
Anabelle combed through her closet and finally settled on a pair of pink cargo pants with a crop hoodie with a drawstring and the letter “Friday Feels good” printed on it. She curled her hair and was just applying lipstick on her lips when it finally dawned on her.
Why was she applying makeup? She was just going to have fun with that asshole, that wasn’t even her boyfriend – not that she was wishing he was her boyfriend anyway. That player would never do it.
So Anabelle tossed the makeup to the side, he doesn’t deserve looking pretty for when all he would do would be to irritate her for the rest of the day – at the least, it would be fun.
Not long after, the sound of a motorcycle pulling over outside rang out and she instinctively knew it was him. Anabelle didn’t even know when she ran outside. She was excited to leave this place, not to see him – note the difference.
Anabelle stopped short when she saw Julie. God, he looked so bad boyish.
Julie was dressed in black leather with a white shirt underneath, blue jeans, and brown boots. His hair was tousled and flew with the wind while the tattoo he had on his shoulder peeked out as he bent over his bike to examine something. Gosh, he looked so good she wanted to eat him up. Crap, where did that dirty thought come from? Eww.
“You’re here?” Julie heard a pleasant voice say and didn’t need to glance up to know it belonged to his irritating servant.
He looked up and froze. Why did she suddenly look good? Julie stood still and didn’t even realize when he vomited, “You look beautiful,”
“Huh?” Anabelle’s brow arched, surprised. That was a first.
That expression from Anabelle must have brought Julie’s senses back around because he quickly said, “I mean the clothes look good, not to you wearing the clothes. You get the point?”
Anabelle faked a smile to him, speaking through gritted teeth, “Give me one good reason why I haven’t clawed out your eyes yet?” She showed him her long manicured nails to prove her point.
“Get that weapon away from me?” He slapped her hand away and she scowled at him. Asshole!
Then Julie got on his bike, swinging his long leg over the other side as he settled down comfortably, “Are you coming or not?”
Anabelle gave him the middle finger to show she was still pissed off with him, yet she got on the powerful bike. The bike was quite beautiful.
Her hands went around his waist and she held on tight. However, her hands touched his toned chest and she couldn’t help but tighten her grasp, tactically feeling that hard abs – that feels good?