Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 78
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BRIARWOOD SCHOOL**
Isabella had just packed her books into her backpack, ready to leave the school as the day came to a close. Before she could exit the hallway, a familiar face she had been trying to avoid stepped in front of her.
“Isabella, we need to talk,” Brett said.
“There’s nothing left to talk about, Brett,” Isabella replied coldly, attempting to move past him. But he blocked her path again.
“I’ve given you enough time. I can’t stay away from you anymore—it’s killing me!” he said desperately, his eyes pleading with her.
“Then maybe you should go stay with Elijah instead,” Isabella scoffed.
“Isabella, Elijah meant something to me, yes—I admit it. But he means nothing to me now. How can I make you understand? You’re all I think about,” Brett implored.
“That’s the problem, Brett—you don’t need to explain. I don’t want you or anyone in my life right now,” Isabella responded firmly.
“And I respect that. But all I want is your forgiveness, Isabella. If you’re going to shut me out, at least know that I love you deeply, and I never intended to hurt you. My only goal is to see you happy, and I’ll do anything to make sure of that,” Brett said sincerely.
Isabella stared at him, shaking her head in frustration.
“I don’t have time for this right now. Goodnight,” she said before walking away.
Brett watched her until she disappeared from sight, sighing deeply as he ran a hand through his hair, feeling lost and unsure of what to do next.
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Valeria unlocked her car with the remote but froze when she noticed an unfamiliar man sitting in the passenger seat, wearing a cap that obscured his face.
“Who are you, and how did you get into my car?” she demanded, rummaging through her bag for something.
The man smirked. “Looking for this, perhaps?” he asked, holding up her taser.
Valeria’s eyes widened in shock. “What are you doing with that? How did you even get into my bag? How did you get access to my locker?” she shouted.
He chuckled darkly. “That’s the least of your worries, Valeria,” he said, removing his cap to reveal his identity—Alan.
Valeria’s heart skipped a beat. Her mind flashed back to a few months ago, when someone had been threatening her, leaving unsettling things in her locker.
She pointed at him in recognition. “It was you!” she gasped.
“Took you long enough to figure it out,” Alan said with a sly smile as he stepped out of the car.
“Alan, I’m warning you—don’t do anything stupid. You have no idea what I’m capable of!” Valeria shot back, her voice shaking.
“Why? Are you planning to kill me?” he teased, smirking as he watched her freeze in place. “Ah, just as I thought,” he added with a grin before walking away.
Valeria felt like she couldn’t breathe, her mind racing back to four years ago. She had been fourteen then, her face riddled with acne and pimples, and she was relentlessly bullied for it.
The torment had come primarily from the SWIZ girls, the most popular clique at school. Sarah, the leader, was the prettiest—and the most vicious. She never missed a chance to remind Valeria of her “ugliness.”
But the worst memory of all was when she had been sexually assaulted by two guys on her way back to school. The next day, a video of the incident was uploaded for the entire school to see. The attackers’ faces had been blurred, but Valeria’s humiliation was laid bare.
Sarah had approached a crying Valeria and sneered, “Ugly girls like you deserve to be raped.”
Valeria would never forget the anger, the disgusted looks from her peers, and the endless therapy that followed. But none of it helped until she visited Sarah one day. There had been a fight, Valeria had gotten her scar, and she left Sarah lifeless in a pool of blood.
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LANDON’S RESIDENCE**
“Mom, you called for me?” Lucia asked as she arrived at the Landon residence, where her parents sat on the couch.
“Lucia, dear, please sit down. Your father and I need to talk to you about something important,” Mrs. Landon said gently.
“Can’t you just tell me while I’m standing? I have somewhere important to be,” Lucia muttered.
“Lucia, when your mother asks you to sit, you sit!” Mr. Landon said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. He was in one of his serious moods.
Lucia resisted the urge to roll her eyes and took a seat.
“We’ve been hearing some things about you, Lucia,” Mrs. Landon began, her expression serious. Lucia glanced at her father, noticing the disappointed look on his face. This wasn’t going to be good.
“What kind of things?” Lucia asked warily.
“Lucia, what’s going on between you and your bodyguard?” her mother asked.
“Mom—”
“Just answer the question,” Mrs. Landon interrupted.
“You heard it yourself—he’s just my bodyguard,” Lucia replied flatly.
“Lucia, are you in love with him?” Mrs. Landon pressed.
“I…” Lucia opened her mouth, but no words came out. “I…” She blinked, at a loss.
Mr. Landon slammed his fist on the table, his voice thundering, “Outrageous! You will never see him again!”
“Dad, you can’t do that!” Lucia stood up, her voice shaking with anger. “I’m an adult, and I can do whatever I want!”
“I don’t care if you’re an adult. As long as you carry the Landon name, I won’t allow you to disgrace this family. Of all people—a bodyguard?” Mr. Landon roared.
“Dad!” Lucia’s eyes filled with tears.
“This isn’t up for discussion. Your mother and I have decided to move up the date of your marriage. Sooner than you think,” Mr. Landon added, his voice final.
“How soon?” Lucia whispered, her heart sinking.
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LUCIA’S PLACE**
George placed the last dish on the dining table and checked the time again. Lucia still hadn’t returned, and he couldn’t reach her by phone. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Hoping it was Lucia, George rushed to open it—but instead, he found Chandler standing there.
“Hi,” Chandler greeted him calmly.
“Hi. Please, come in,” George offered, stepping aside.
“No need. I came to give you this,” Chandler said, handing George a passport. “Go back to Mexico and forget about my sister. She’s getting married tomorrow.”
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