Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 58
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Married To The Vengeful Billionaire:
🔸(His Sweet Torture)🔸
BRIARWOOD SCHOOL***
“She’s coming.”
“Did you hear? The Cyber Boys missed a game for the first time in their careers, and I heard it’s because of her.”
Two girls whispered as they walked past Isabella, throwing her dirty looks. Isabella rolled her eyes and headed to her locker. A girl using the locker beside hers slammed it shut and rushed over to another friend.
“Isn’t she the one who caused the fight between Ace and Elijah?”
“I heard she’s a two-timer. She was seeing Ace and Elijah at the same time, and after ruining their friendship, she cheated on Ace with Brett.”
“And she’s not even that pretty!”
Isabella angrily slammed her locker shut, fed up with the constant gossip. “If you’ve got a problem with me, why don’t you say it to my face?” she demanded harshly.
“Let’s go,” the girls muttered, scurrying off.
“That’s what I thought,” Isabella scoffed, letting out a sigh as she heard familiar footsteps approaching. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Valeria and her former friends.
“You’re pathetic, Isabella. I always knew Ace should have stayed away from you,” Gloria said, shaking her head in disapproval.
“You knew Chappelle liked him for so long, yet you just had to take him to break her heart. What’s that boy’s name again? Oh right, the poor, ugly scholarship boy?” Abby added, her voice dripping with mockery and sarcasm, while Valeria watched, entertained.
“Watch your mouth, Abby!” Isabella snapped angrily.
“Or what?” Abby retorted.
“Yeah, Isabella. You don’t want to get into a fight on school grounds, do you?” Valeria added, smirking in amusement.
“I’m going to feel really sorry for you, Valeria. When you lose everything, you’ll realize these people aren’t really your friends,” Isabella shot back, rolling her eyes and starting to walk away.
“See, Isabella, that’s the difference between you and me. You’re a loser. Isn’t that why your sister had to marry my brother? To save your broke-ass family?” Valeria called out before Isabella could leave.
Isabella stopped dead in her tracks.
“What did you just say?” she asked, her voice cold.
“Am I wrong? Didn’t your sister marry my brother to save your broke family?” Valeria repeated smugly.
Without warning, Isabella marched toward her and slapped her across the face. The girls gasped. Valeria raised her hand to return the slap, but before she could, someone caught her wrist.
It was Brett.
“Let go of me!” Valeria protested, trying to pull her hand free, but Brett tightened his grip.
“We get it—you’re pretty. But do you have to show off how empty your brain is too?” Brett said, releasing her hand forcefully.
“The nerve of you to touch me! I’m out of here!” Valeria stormed off, and her entourage followed.
Isabella stood in silence for a moment.
“Are you okay?” Brett asked gently, but Isabella remained quiet. He sighed. “I’m sorry. I should’ve stayed out of it. If I had, none of this would’ve happened.”
Isabella turned to him. “Are you saying you regret confessing your feelings for me?” she asked.
Brett shook his head, looking defensive. “I don’t regret falling for you. I just hate that it’s caused you pain. It was never my intention to make you sad.”
“I’m not sad,” Isabella said with a shrug.
“You’re not?” Brett asked, surprised.
“I’m not sad,” she repeated. “And I don’t regret anything either. People will always talk, but I’ll do what I want. Ace was a nice guy, but what happened showed me that he didn’t really trust me. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me.”
“So, what are you saying?” Brett asked, his voice soft.
Isabella stepped closer and took his hands. “I’m saying you’re the only guy who’s made me feel valued. When I’m with you, I feel free—like I can be my true self without hiding. It’s like stepping out without makeup,” she admitted.
“Isabella, if you’re trying to tell me something, just say it,” Brett said, squeezing her hands.
“I choose you. Screw everyone else and their opinions. I trust you, and I want you,” she said, and Brett, overwhelmed with emotion, pulled her into a tight embrace.
“Thank you, Isabella. I love you,” he whispered, holding her close.
“I love you too,” Isabella smiled as he pulled away slightly.
“I love you,” Brett said again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning in. Isabella smiled and met his lips, and they shared a sweet kiss.
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EVENING: RUIZ MANSION***
Peter parked the car in the mansion’s garage. He stepped out and opened the door for Alejandro and Camila.
“Thank you,” Camila said as she waited for Alejandro. They walked toward the mansion together.
Some maids silently began carrying their luggage inside, while others greeted them.
“Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Ruiz,” they said politely.
“Thank you,” Camila replied as they made their way to the bedroom.
“I forgot we use separate rooms,” Camila chuckled when she realized she had walked into Alejandro’s room by mistake.
“It’s okay if you want to stay here tonight. You can sleep here as long as you like,” Alejandro said, unbuttoning his shirt.
Camila moved toward him and hugged him from behind. His hands froze on his shirt buttons.
“Are you okay?” she asked softly.
“Why?” Alejandro responded in a low tone.
“You’ve been moody ever since we returned from Mexico. I’ve been wracking my brain, trying to figure out what I did to upset you, but I just can’t,” she mumbled.
Alejandro sighed, feeling a bit foolish. He turned her to face him, cupping her cheek.
“I didn’t want to come back. I wanted more time with you in Mexico—to stay together, visit the beach, and try out more restaurants. But here, there’s so much work. I just want you to know that you haven’t done anything wrong,” Alejandro reassured her.
“Are you sure?” Camila mumbled again.
“Positive,” he smiled, kissing her forehead. “It was a long flight. You must be hungry. What are you craving?”
“What are you craving?” she replied playfully.
Alejandro’s gaze lingered on her body, assessing her from head to toe. “If I tell you, I’m not sure you can handle it,” he teased.
“Try me,” Camila said, massaging his shoulders flirtatiously.
Alejandro pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
“I’m craving you right now. I want you naked on my bed. I want to taste every inch of you and make you scream my name. I want to bury myself inside you, over and over, until you’re a trembling mess. I want to make you come so many times you lose control of your body. That’s what I’m craving right now, love bite,” he whispered huskily.
Camila gulped. “I… I should go check what the maids are preparing for dinner. I’m hungry for real food!” she stammered, pushing him away and dashing out of the room like a flash.
Alejandro chuckled, shaking his head as he watched her petite figure disappear.
“Now that’s how to scare your stubborn wife,” he mumbled to himself.
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