Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Both nurses gulped down a lump in their throat fearfully. Anabelle was a famous figure and they all knew she was related to Isabella. In one word, they were finished.
Anabelle placed her hand on the wall beside her and leaned closer, saying, “You seem to have a lot of?free time in your hand?”
“No ma’am,” Both said in a chorus. They were shaking because they knew their future was in the hands of Anabelle right now because she had the power to get them fired.
Anabelle said in a low, cold tone, “If any weird rumors surface, I believe I’ll hold you two responsible,”
“Of course not, ma’am,” They were quick to say. Were they crazy? Why would they do that now they were caught?
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” Anabelle then stood straight, “Vanish from my sight this instant!”
“Yes, ma’am!” Both of them didn’t need a prophet to tell them twice as they quickly scurried away. That was close.
However, as soon as they left, Anabelle broke into a victory dance. God, she looked so cool saying that! But then she remembered what she was here for and quickly composed herself. She can’t get carried away.
Anabelle cleared her throat and then stepped out into the open and didn’t even get to take two steps when she halted in her tracks. What the hell?! The nurses were not kidding.
Pedro was on the floor beside Isabella’s door and he was still in the same clothing from yesterday. His hair was disheveled as if he had run his hand through it a million times while his eyes were red and wild with thoughts. Pedro seems to be losing it.
At once, Anabelle was filled with sympathy for Pedro’s condition. He was going through a tough time right now and knowing how stubborn Isabella was, Anabelle could safely say this was just the beginning of his sorrows.
As a child, Isabella was never empathetic having grown around a crazy mother who only filled her head with thoughts of revenge against her father. Isabella grew up selfish, manipulative, sarcastic, and distrustful.
But then it wasn’t until Maria that Isabella began to feel emotions. She began to trust, but a few people and all of them, Isabella gave the most to Pedro. Sadly, the one she trusted most was the one who failed her rock bottom.
It would only take the grace of God for Isabella to look him in the face, not to talk of being with him. Anabelle groaned, did she forget the part where their rehearsal dinner was just three days away.
God, this was fucked up.
The third point of view:
Anabelle walked over to Pedro and it wasn’t until she squatted down in front of him that he recognized that someone was present.
“Anabelle,” Pedro’s voice was husky and he readjusted himself on the floor.
“Come on, let’s take you home,” Anabelle said and grabbed his hand, trying to pull him up but he wriggled out of it.
“No, let me go! I want Isabella!” Pedro said stubbornly and it was at that moment that his breath hit her and Anabelle winced.
“Eww, did you drink?” Anabelle pinched her nose while the other swatted at the polluted air.
In response, Pedro grinned sheepishly, “Yes, I did,”
“Oh my God,” Anabelle was filled with dismay. Pedro never drinks, at least, since that day they mistakenly took one when they were kids or for work purposes. For Pedro to have taken this much, he was really heartbroken.
God, of all people he had to fall for, why was it her cold-blooded cousin, Isabella? Tsk Tsk, the saying that opposite attracts was really true. Isabella and Pedro don’t match at all. They were just like fire and ice yet against all odds, they seem to find a neutral ground until now.
“Ugh!” Anabelle was really frustrated. Why were other people’s relationship affecting her this much? She and Julie were just got in between and it was really annoying because they couldn’t walk away.
“I always wondered why people are so interested in that bitter stuff but I guess it’s because it makes one HAPPY!” Pedro shouted drunkenly to Anabelle’s shock.
That’s it, Anabelle decided she can’t deal with this any longer. So she whipped out her phone right away and called Julie, hoping that he hasn’t gone away as he promised.
“I need help,” Anabelle said as soon as he picked up knowing Julie was smug now and must be thinking she was calling so he could take her home.
“Help?” Julie’s tone turned serious at once, having thought that something happened to her.
“Pedro is dead ass drunk,”
“Okay – wait, what?” There was a trace of amusement in his tone, “That’s new,”
“It’s not funny,” Anabelle told him, “You have a minute to appear here or I’m calling a handsome guy on my contact list to come to take me,”
“You won’t dare-!”
Anabelle hung up on him with a smirk. She had done it to him on purpose to teach him a lesson. How could he still laugh when his friends were in this condition – well, not that he would acknowledge that Isabella was his friend. He and Isabella were more of Tom and Jerry.
“Isabella,”
“Huh?” Anabelle was startled when Pedro turned her face, cupping her cheeks with his palms.
“What?” Her speech turned out funny due to the way he was holding her face.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Oh,” Anabelle got it. Pedro was seeing her as Isabella. How was he so enchanted with Isabella? Also, he’s never drinking – at least, not with her around.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! I never wanted to sleep with her! Can’t you see how sorry I am already?!” He wailed.
Before Anabelle could even respond, Pedro drew her into a hug. It was really awkward because she was in a weird position and it was straining on her back.
“Hey, Pedro!” Anabelle tried to wriggle out of his embrace but he only tightened his grip around her.
“Why can’t you forgive me? What should I do to make you see how sorry I am? Do you think it was easy hiding the truth from you? Each time you smiled at me only to remember what I’m hiding from you, I died inside. It was so suffocating, I couldn’t breathe, Isabella! But then, what do you want me to do? I just didn’t want you to get hurt,” Pedro rested his hand on her shoulder and began to cry.
Anabelle was prepared to push him away but when his tears fell on her shoulder, her heart broke right away. Anabelle wore her heart on a sleeve hence it wasn’t hard for tears to course down her cheeks.
“Isabella, how could you be so cold-hearted! Even I could feel his sincerity from here, not to talk of you. Aren’t you supposed to be the one who knows him best?!” Anabelle shouted at the door while still in Pedro’s embrace. The door wasn’t soundproof and she knew Isabella could hear them and perhaps, has been following their conversation all along.
But then, just as she expected, there was no response from Isabella. Anabelle snorted, just as she expected, she was the legendary cold witch.