Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Yes, and why do you ask?” Isabella found it suspicious that Anabelle would ask that question.
“Wonderful then!” Anabelle exclaimed, “I would be coming to keep you -“
“No, don’t come!” Isabella refused her before she could even finish her statement.
“I’m coming!” Anabelle stood her ground.
“No, you don’t!” Isabella had a firm resolve as well.
“I have to take care of my pregnant cousin, don’t you think so?” Anabelle claimed to have a good reason for coming.
“No, I don’t think so. So don’t you dare take a step -“
She interrupted her, “See you when I arrive, tata!” Anabelle hung up on her.
“Don’t you dare come here, Anabelle! Hello?… Hey, Anabelle?!” Isabella glanced down to discover that the call had indeed ended.
“What the f***!” Isabella stood up, cursing as she picked her phone from her desk.
This was the first time Anabelle had an upper hand in an argument and it didn’t sit well with her. She was always the one ending the call with finesse, she won’t admit defeat!
So she called Anabelle once again but the girl ended the call to her horror.
“Holy mother of God,” Isabella stared at the phone in disbelief. Anabelle ended her call? How was this possible? Anabelle always worshipped her feet and followed her like a loyal puppy? How could her dedication change?
Isabella spent the next fifteen minutes, pacing up and down her office and going over what just happened in her mind. How could this happen?
However, at a point, Isabella asked herself, what the hell was she doing? This was the first time she was this flustered and to think it was all because of Anabelle? No, she was smart. How could a great genius like her react to a little provocation from her annoying cousin?
Isabella walked back to her desk and sat down with pride. She was the great Isabella and nobody ruffles her emotions. She was in perfect control of her life. She attested what happened to be as a result of pregnancy hormone. Yes, that is it. The hormones must be responsible for this.
Meanwhile….
Anabelle walked with a swagger into the company’s lobby with a smile on her face. Why was she happy? She pissed off Isabella. Do you know how fulfilling that was?
Isabella was the definition of control and had prided on the fact she was in charge. Thanks to that, her cousin was a prideful person and expected all to be under her dominance. The only person she excepted from that rule was Pedro and Reina – yeah, poor uncle Niles.
But then she had hung up on Isabella and although that was not actually an insult, to Isabella, it was a huge deal. However, Anabelle didn’t give a deal to her cousin’s tantrum, for once she was happy to have ruffled Isabella’s emotions.
The feeling was satisfying. Moreover, Isabella loved her too much to hurt her – even though the proud ass wouldn’t admit it. What was so hard about showing she cared. Also, she knew how to appease the great Isabella’s anger – kill her with kindness.
“Oh my God, isn’t that Anabelle?” she was roused from her thoughts by the whispers around her.
The whispers increased and before Anabelle knew it, the workers, one after the other rushed towards her, all demanding for an autograph or to pose for a shot.
Anabelle was not prepared for this, however, by the time she would be done here, her cousin must have calmed down already.. Hehe, she laughed deviously.
The third point of view:
“Alright, get it inside,” someone directed the men into the office causing Isabella to glance up from her laptop.
She knew only Anabelle could bother her this much however, her brows still furrowed when two men came into her office with some stuff. One of them held a fruit basket with a food flask, while two others carried a huge portrait that was covered with a white sheet.
“Anabelle!” Isabella stood up abruptly, calling her cousin through gritted teeth.
However, the girl paid no heed to her and instead was busy directing the staff to the best spot to hang the portrait.
Isabella was dumbfounded, she was someone who enjoyed her peace and quiet that Anabelle just disrupted with her squad. Not to mention the fact that she was a meticulous and orderly person and yet Anabelle just got her a portrait that she had no idea about or even needed. She didn’t like portraits, they were unnecessary and a disturbance to be staring at one’s face all the time – she didn’t even have a picture of herself in her office. Isabella felt like strangling Anabelle, family or not.
She strode over to her, “What the hell are you doing?!” She glared at her.
“My lovely cousin,” Anabelle, in question hugged Isabella tight leaving her dumbfounded and angrier. This was not the answer she needed.
Anabelle pulled away, having noticed the change in her demeanor – Isabella was boiling like a larva.
“I figured out that since you love me so much, I should get you a constant reminder of me,” Anabelle said cheerfully and then gestured to the staff who took that as a cue to unveil the portrait.
At once, they got rid of the sheet, and lo and behold, there was a picture of Anabelle in all her stunning glory.
“Isn’t it marvelous?” Anabelle gestured to the portrait, all of her teeth showing in her wide grin. She knew she was treading on dangerous grounds and had to tread carefully especially now Isabella had her signature expressionless face.
Calm down, Isabella, it’s not good for the baby, the girl told herself as she looked between the portrait and the real Anabelle. What was she even going to do with this stupid girl? God, why did she even come into this family in the first place?
“Or don’t you like it?” Anabelle asked, pulsing her lips. She was uncomfortable with her cousin’s stare and had to remedy the situation.
“Alright, you can leave the portrait, I and my cousin would decide what to do about that later,” Anabelle decided to salvage the situation having understood she invaded Isabella’s space – the glare from her furious cousin was about to bore a hole in her head.
“Okay, miss Anabelle, ” all the men responded and left with a sigh of relief and happiness. Isabella’s look was beginning to unsettle them and they prayed she wouldn’t tamper with their salary.
The instant they left an awkward silence fell upon them. Anabelle scratched the back of her head, had she overdone it this time?
Isabella went back to her seat without even saying as much as a word to her.
Taking advantage of the silence, Anabelle quickly took the fruit basket and food and rushed over to Isabella’s desk, “Also, as a considerate cousin, I got you nutritious food and fruits,” she dropped them on her desk making sure not to ruin any of her documents. It was a surprise Isabella hasn’t thrown her out yet, she can’t ruin her luck.
But then, even with all her obvious ploy to get Isabella’s attention, the girl in question didn’t even respond. Instead, she picked her telephone to call her secretary, asking for some information on their latest meeting before she hung up and went back to her documents. Isabella didn’t look up until her dear cousin left the office – with her fruit basket.
Once gone, Isabella rolled her eyes, why couldn’t she leave the fruit behind? Such a stingy person! But then she finally had the peace of mind she wanted.
Unconsciously, her gaze fell on the portrait in her office and she didn’t even know when a smile crossed her lips.