Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Isabella, please open the door, please! We can talk about this?”
“Go to hell!” Was Isabella’s reply from inside.
“Please, Isabella!”
“I don’t think doing that is the best option, Pedro,” Anabelle said to him, “You know what Isabella is like when she’s furious. You’d have a better chance when she’s calm,” she tried to comfort him.
“Yeah, I’ll come back after she’s done something stupid,” Pedro retorted, his eyes wild with anxiety.
“You’re quite brave,” Julie said under his breath, “If I were you, I would be as far away as possible from her,”
Unfortunately, Pedro heard that and snapped at him, “Well, sorry to burst your bubbles but I’m not you!”
“Alright, stop this” Anabelle, the sensible one came between them,
“You can’t transfer your aggression on Julie,” she told Pedro and then turned to her fiancé, “This is serious and I’m serious,”
“Sorry,” Julie apologized to her immediately.
“Better,” she said and turned to Pedro once again, “I’ve never seen Isabella this angry and with you of all people, so it has to be you. What did you do, Pedro?” Anabelle asked him with all manner of seriousness.
They might be friends, but before Pedro came along, Isabella had been there since birth. She would never joke with her cousin’s welfare.
She stared straight into Pedro’s eyes that were red and swollen and filled with emotion. Pedro’s mouth opened to say something yet no words could come out; he opened and closed it helplessly.
Meanwhile, Julie narrowed his gaze at Pedro, scrutinizing his reaction and when he failed to produce speech once more, he stepped in.
“Perhaps, it would be much better if Pedro spoke with his fellow male,”
“Oh,” Anabelle understood the hint Julie threw her way and didn’t bother Pedro anymore, “Fine, you both should discuss while I try to pacify Isabella,”
“Just be careful with her,” Julie advised her. Friends or not, it would be a war if Isabella harms her.
“Sure,” Anabelle assured him, “You can go,”
“Let’s go,” He gestured to Pedro who took the lead, and soon, Anabelle was left all alone.
Without wasting time, Anabelle went to the door and knocked, “Isabella, open up, it’s me,”
There was no answer.
“The others are gone, it’s just me,” She informed her in case.
Yet, there was no advice nor movements from the other side.
“Don’t pretend to be dead, Isabella, I know you’re in there,” Anabelle deliberately joked in other to get a reaction from her and it worked.
“You should leave me alone if you know what’s good for you, Anabelle,” she said from inside.
“Unfortunately, leaving people alone is not my specialty. Moreover, you’re the last person to be left alone in a critical time like this. You tend to do something bad when you’re all alone,” Anabelle knew her too well.
“No,” Isabella whispered to herself this time, “I see clearly when I’m left all alone,” She said and then picked up her phone from her bed.
Without wasting time, Isabella dialed Jean’s number and as expected, the man picked almost immediately. He must be nearby.
“How is it going on what I asked you to do?” She asked.
“My people are still on it but it seems like she disappeared into thin air. I’m beginning to think that knew you were coming for her,” He said.
A smirk crossed Isabella’s face when she heard that comment. It has been a long time since she encountered a challenging opponent like this one and it excited her. She would enjoy hunting Natasha down.
“Stop searching for her on your own, just follow Pedro’s men…” Isabella paused as if she was thinking of something, “No, Pedro would probably get Julie to help, follow his lead instead, and make sure you get to her first,”
“And what happens when I get to her first?” Jean held his breath knowing where this was heading.
“You end her. That’s the rules of the games,”
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The third point of view:
For over a minute after Julie and Pedro made it outside, none of them said a word to each other. Bored by the taunt silence, Julie picked out a stick of cigarette from the pack and put one in his mouth before offering him, “Want one?”
Pedro glanced down at the cigarette stick and turned away disinterested.
“Oh, I forget that you’re a righteous man,” Julie taunted him.
Pedro said to him, “Watch your liver and lungs, at this rate you would die before you get to marry Anabelle,”
Julie chuckled, “Don’t worry about me, buddy, you should be more concerned about your marriage that’s crumbling before it even began,”
At that comment, Pedro snatched the light cigarette from Julie’s mouth.
“Hey, you’ve never -!” Julie tried to stop him but the distraught Pedro had already taken a long puff of the cigar and then began to cough profusely.
“Oh God,” Julie groaned, he had not come here to comfort a broken-hearted friend, “This is why you should not take substances you have no clue about,”
He tossed the cigarette away and squatted down as he began to rub Pedro who was still coughing on the back. His eyes were red and tears seemed like it was ready to gush out any moment.