Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 61

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Married To The Vengeful Billionaire:

🔸(His Sweet Torture)🔸

LAST NIGHT – LANDON’S RESIDENCE(FLASHBACK)**

“You’re getting married soon, Lucia,” Mrs. Landon announced, dropping a bombshell that made Lucia’s fork slip from her hand.

“What?”

“Your mother said you’re getting married,” Mr. Landon repeated. Lucia glanced at Chandler, who seemed as taken aback as she was, though he maintained his usual calm demeanor.

“Why do I need to get married?” she asked, her voice strained.

“Honey, you’re not getting any younger. And this man is really good; he’s the son of a trusted friend. He’s wealthy and handsome, just like the type of men you like. We know you’ll like him,” Mrs. Landon said confidently.

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“Did you ask your mom who he is?” Camila asked, staring at Lucia through the phone screen.

“I was too shocked to ask, but I bet I’ll meet him soon,” Lucia replied.

“So, are you going to marry this guy? What about George?” Camila probed.

“I’m not marrying him. When I see him, I’ll tell him to forget about me because I’m seeing someone else. I’m not ready to get married yet,” Lucia pouted.

“You’ll be fine, honey. It was the same for me. I never planned on getting married, but I did, and now I’m enjoying it,” Camila smiled.

“Goodbye, Camila. If you’re just going to encourage me,” Lucia scoffed and ended the call.

Camila chuckled until she felt familiar lips on her neck. “You’re enjoying marriage now, aren’t you?” Alejandro whispered, teasingly biting her neck.

“No, Alejandro, not now. At least don’t bite me. I still have to go to work today,” Camila softly pushed him away, but he only responded by pulling her closer.

“What if I don’t want you to go to work today because I want to decorate your neck with my teeth?” he teased, nibbling her neck even more.

“Alejandro, that tickles!” Camila laughed, gently pushing him off. He stopped and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Morning, love bite,” he said softly.

“Morning, Alejandro,” Camila replied, earning a deep frown from him. “What?” she asked, looking innocent.

“What did you just call me?” he asked, his tone playful.

“Alejandro,” she repeated, a bit confused. Did she pronounce his name wrong somehow?

“I don’t like that, love bite. Call me something else.”

“Like what?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Something sweet, to keep me excited. You have until the end of today to come up with it, or else…” He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “You’ll be punished.”

He pulled away and walked to the bathroom, leaving Camila wondering.

“What could be better than his name?” she thought.

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BRIARWOOD SCHOOL***

Isabella and Brett walked through the school, hand in hand, only to notice people murmuring and staring at them. One burst into laughter as they passed.

“What happened in Briar again?” Isabella wondered aloud.

“Another drama, as usual, but we don’t care. Let’s just go. Feeding into Briar drama will only ruin your mood,” Brett replied, and Isabella nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, she stopped, confusing Brett. He followed her gaze to a poster that took him by surprise.

It was a photo of him and Elijah kissing in the male restroom, with a caption that read: The leader of the cyber boy is gay and is dating the scholarship guy.

“Who posted this edited crap!” Isabella fumed.

“Honey, it’s not edited. Look at the picture and be honest with yourself,” Valeria said, approaching them with a triumphant smile.

Isabella shook her head, refusing to believe.

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend instead? He hasn’t said anything, and he hasn’t denied it either,” Valeria smiled and walked away.

Isabella slowly turned to Brett. His face was etched with guilt, a look she wished she hadn’t seen. “Tell me this isn’t true,” she murmured, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I… I love you, Isabella,” Brett replied.

“Tell me!!” Isabella screamed this time.

“Okay, it’s true, but—”

She didn’t give him a chance to explain as her hand connected with his face, slapping him soundly.

“You’re such an asshole, Brett. All of you are such assholes! Oh my God,” Isabella cried painfully.

“Isabella, please,” Brett pleaded, tears streaming down his face, but she stopped him from coming closer.

“I mean, I don’t get it. What is it about me that people mess with? Am I some kind of fetish or something? Every single person I’ve been with uses me for one thing or another. It’s so tiring. I don’t get it,” she cried even harder.

“Please, I really love you, I swear. Yes, I was gay, but that was in the past. It’s you now, I swear,” Brett tried explaining.

“You can’t just be gay and then suddenly fall for a girl who you might dump for a guy later on, Brett. You’re so unbelievable. I trusted you! I ruined my last relationship just for you, Brett!” Isabella gripped her hair painfully, regretting everything.

People were taking pictures, but she didn’t care. She closed her eyes, putting the pieces together. When Brett started talking to her, she was just getting close to Elijah. Then, when she began getting close to Brett, Elijah reappeared, trying to confuse her. Ace had said Elijah was into guys and that she’d regret Brett, meaning he knew even when they were dating, but he never said anything.

“Isabella, please say something,” Brett pleaded.

“All of you… You guys are all messed up,” Isabella shook her head before walking away.

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RUIZ ROYAL ESTATE**

“Are you going?” Sandra asked Diego, who was frantically searching his desk for some files, barely paying attention to her.

“Are you going to the party? Camila’s father’s birthday,” she asked again.

“What would I want to do there?” Diego responded angrily.

“I mean, you’re Alejandro’s personal assistant. You’re supposed to be with him wherever he goes, especially for events like this,” Sandra replied.

“I don’t think you know what you’re talking about. This is the boss’s wife we’re talking about. I don’t involve myself in his family affairs, so why would I want to go to her father’s birthday party? And do you even think she’d give me an invite?” Diego replied, still searching for the file.

“She’s so mean. She can’t even inform you after everything you’ve done for her,” Sandra rolled her eyes, then looked at Diego, narrowing her eyes.

“What are you looking for?” she asked. Diego didn’t answer at first. “I believe I just asked you a question.”

Diego sighed. “I’m looking for the latest building plan we worked on. It’s part of an important project in the company, and the boss already approved it. If it’s missing, I could lose my job,” he said, looking both frightened and worried.

“Oh,” was all Sandra could mumble. She suddenly became uncomfortable and stood up carefully. “I’ll be going to my office now. I shouldn’t disturb you,” she said and hurried off.

TO Be Continued