Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Camille pressed, “You could breach that, we can easily afford the money,”
“That would damage my reputation and my relationship with other agencies in the future,” she said.
“You don’t have to worry about that as well. We’d take care of that,” because the only company you’d be working with in the future is mine or your dad’s, Anabelle could guess the rest of Camille’s thoughts mentally.
It would save her a lot of headaches if those stupid knuckleheads called her parents would merge their companies. But of course, no, Camille was a boss of her own. A career woman.
Anabelle laughed awkwardly, unable to stand for herself, “I still don’t think that’s a good -“
“Also, I heard you’re the highest earner for your agency. How can they take care of you well with such limited resources?” her mother was not close to giving up.
“They take care of me quite well,” Anabelle was tempted to say, she could only close her mouth.
Yes, she was the only top star in her company who brings home the bacon, but that was the more reason to stay. Why enrich the purse of the already top companies while the smaller ones with potential withers away. Even if she ends the contract with her current management, Anabelle was sure she was leaving for another smaller, better company.
She would be much comfortable and with more resources at either of her parent’s companies and would easily outshine the other top stars, however, Anabelle knew her labor would not be acknowledged by people. They would blame her success on her parents pulling the strings with their power.
She loved art and had chosen this line of career because she could express herself fully without coming off as awkward. Her job didn’t require her to be as smart as Isabella and she loved it. It suited her.
“Fine, let’s let her be until her contract is over,” Eden somehow sensed his daughter was no longer comfortable with the conversation.
Camille rolled her eyes, “I know you’re just saying this so you could convince her behind my back. But don’t bother, the bond between a mother and daughter is stronger than any force in the world,”
Anabelle didn’t know if Camille thought over her words before speaking or if she intentionally told a white lie because she didn’t feel any motherly bond – not with her or even her real mother.
Don’t get her wrong, Anabelle loved Camille but at the end of the day, she would always choose her father, Eden over her. If anything, Anabelle only feels a fatherly bond.
Over the years, Anabelle finally reconnected with her birth mother. However, truth be told, she was more comfortable with Camille than with her biological mother. Her mother was happily married to her second husband and she had five siblings altogether from both marriages.
Ironic, right? Annabelle had been wishing for siblings all these years when in reality, they existed somehow. And now, she had to catch up on their lost time – even though it was awkward as hell.
But it was her decision, Anabelle wants to know all of her siblings nor could she blame her birth mother for staying away all these years. The woman was only a confused teenager when she got pregnant with her. She did what she thought was best by handing her over to her father, Eden, instead of aborting her. She respected her for that.
Anabelle was roused from her thought when her phone rang and she looked down to discover it was Isabella.
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The third point of view:
Life was the same; eat, grow, get married, birth a newer generation,?and die. Humans engaged in the same endless cycle and Isabella was about to become one of them.
The click-clack of heels disturbed her from her train of thoughts. Isabella lifted her eyes, her gaze lazily resting on Anabelle who strode over to her in ridiculously high heels.
“Hey!” Isabella asked, “Are you a giraffe?” how could her stupid cousin wear such high heels when she was naturally tall.
Anabelle stopped midway upon hearing that statement. She turned left and then, right before pointing to her chest, “Are you talking to me?” she asked.
Isabella rolled her eyes, “Then am I speaking to your shadow?”
Anabelle tilted her head in contemplation, “Then if you’re talking to no else but me, does that mean you just called me a giraffe?” it finally made sense to her.
“Tsk Tsk,” Isabella clicked her tongue, “You’re still as dumb as ever,” People change, but that wasn’t applicable in Anabelle’s case.
“Hey!” Anabelle was offended, “I’m not dumb!” She glared at her, annoyed.
But Isabella didn’t reply to her, instead, she gave her that sympathetic look that annoyed her the most.
“Hey! I’m a top star! Top star!” Anabelle proclaimed it as if she wanted it embedded in Isabella’s head, “Have you ever seen a dumb top star?” she asked, challengingly.
“I’m staring at one right now,”?Isabella retorted with a straight face.
Anabelle’s jaw dropped to the ground. However, she quickly composed herself, saying, “You called over a busy person to insult her?”
“Busy?” Isabella snorted derisively, “I know you took a day off,”
Anabelle, who was prepared to leave thanks to Isabella’s sharp tongue, turned around at once with a force that almost snapped her neck.
“You’ve been following me?” She couldn’t believe it. Isabella was following her? Why? This was too hard to believe.
Isabella gave her a stupid look, “Am I crazy? Why would I spend my valuable time following you? Do I look like a stalker?”
“Who knows?” Anabelle mumbled under her breath, “You did follow Pedro during his first year at university,”
But Isabella heard that and her glare increased, Anabelle gulped, taking a step back. Even after so many years, Izzy’s murderous intent had not lessened one bit.
“I’m just saying…” Anabelle scratched the back of her head awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with her. She shivered, Isabella scares her.
“I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home,” she bit on her lips nervously, “H-how did you find out then?”
“Stupid,” Isabella shook her head, wondering for the umpteenth time how this moron ended up being her cousin. She reached for her purse and unlocked her screen before showing it to?Anabelle, “Spending time with my sis?” She showed her the picture of her and Allison that she uploaded on the internet.
“Where else would you spend time with her if not at home?”
“Ahh, right,” It finally made sense, Anabelle was embarrassed. Of course, Isabelle was still a smart ass.
“By the way, why did you call me?” It finally crossed her mind. Moreover, why would Isabella call her into a department store of all places?
“Have a seat,” Isabella tapped the space beside her on the couch, “It’s time for you to be useful to me,”