Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 69
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“That’s what I thought, Lucia. You don’t have a choice, and I don’t have a—” George’s words were abruptly cut off as Lucia stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his.
George’s hands instinctively gripped her waist, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened. He didn’t know what had come over him, but he couldn’t stop. His tongue explored her mouth, eliciting a soft moan from her.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless.
“Come to the party with me,” Lucia said, her eyes pleading.
“I—”
“Please,” she urged again before he could refuse. George nodded, and her face lit up with a smile as she took his hand, excitedly leading him inside.
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The mansion was elegantly decorated and filled with the perfect number of guests. Although the music hadn’t started yet, people mingled and sipped their drinks.
“Okay, bye.” Camila hung up her phone and faced the gathering. “Turn off the lights and hide under the tables! Dad’s coming!” she announced. Everyone quickly complied.
The door opened as Sofia wheeled Carlos in. The room was pitch-dark, and Carlos looked confused, but seconds later, the lights came back on as everyone shouted, “Surprise! Happy Birthday!”
Carlos glanced around, still trying to process it, but the emotion on his face showed how deeply touched he was.
“Happy birthday, Dad,” Camila greeted him warmly, walking up to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Happy birthday, Dad,” Isabella added as she embraced him.
“Thank you, my daughters,” Carlos said, smiling gratefully. He tried to stand from his wheelchair.
“Dad, what are you doing?” Camila reached to stop him, but he raised his hand to halt her.
“I’ve got this,” he said firmly.
Camila glanced at Sofia, who nodded in reassurance. Carlos managed to stand, although unsteadily, but the sight made Camila’s eyes mist over—this had always been her father’s dream.
He struggled toward the podium, Sofia close behind, ready to catch him if he faltered.
“Isabella, look—Dad’s walking,” Camila said, her voice thick with emotion.
“He’s been practicing for this moment. I’m so happy for him,” Isabella responded.
The guests clapped in encouragement as Carlos made his way to the podium. Sofia stayed at his side, smiling supportively.
“I want to thank all of you for being here,” Carlos said once he reached the podium. His voice cracked slightly from emotion. “I feel so grateful, so touched—this party makes me feel young again,” he added, and the room erupted in applause.
Several waiters rolled out a table with his cake on it.
“Dad, we’re going to sing for you, and when we’re done, you’ll blow out the candles and cut the cake,” Camila explained, smiling at everyone. “Ready? Go!”
The crowd sang “Happy Birthday” with enthusiasm, and Carlos, grinning from ear to ear, cut the cake amidst cheers and laughter.
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“Happy birthday, Mr. Carlos,” Alejandro greeted him, handing over a wrapped gift.
“You’ve been married to my daughter for months, and you still call me Mr. Carlos?” Carlos gave him a mock-scolding look.
“Sorry, sir,” Alejandro apologized quickly.
“Sir?” Carlos raised an eyebrow. “Is that how you address family?”
Alejandro felt a wave of nervousness. He had run a successful business and dealt with clients twice the age of his father-in-law, but for some reason, Carlos made him nervous.
“Sweety, just call him Dad,” Sofia chuckled from beside them.
“Happy birthday… Dad,” Alejandro managed, his voice awkward. Camila smiled, rubbing his back in encouragement.
“You’re doing great, hubby. You’ll get used to it,” she whispered.
“Sit down, both of you,” Carlos gestured to the empty space beside him on the couch. Alejandro and Camila sat down.
“As I was saying earlier,” Carlos began, “you’ve been married for a while now. Have you thought about children?”
Camila immediately started coughing.
“I’ll go get her some water,” Alejandro stood up, walking away quickly.
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“Thanks for inviting me,” Chappell mumbled.
“You should thank my sister. She convinced me to invite you,” Isabella replied with an eye roll.
“So, does this mean you’ve forgiven me?” Chappell asked, hopeful.
Isabella sipped her drink, fixing Chappell with a serious look.
“What?” Chappell asked, confused.
“Why are you suddenly so interested in being friends again?” Isabella inquired.
“It’s not just me who misses you, Isabella. Gloria misses you too, but we’re both afraid of Valeria. I never liked her, to begin with—I was just mad at you because of Ace,” Chappell confessed.
Isabella stayed silent for a moment before replying. “I’m sorry for going out with him. You were crazy about him, and I should’ve respected that.”
“It’s not your fault. Ace just wasn’t into me, and that’s fine. If you still have feelings for him, you should try to work things out,” Chappell suggested.
“I don’t miss him,” Isabella said with a faint smile, shaking her head.
“What about Brett?” Chappell pressed.
“He was sweet, but I don’t think I miss him either. I just want to focus on me right now—no boys.”
“Yes! Let’s do that. We can hang out, have some girl time, and clear our heads!” Chappell exclaimed.
“Yes!” Isabella beamed.
“I missed you,” Isabella said, her voice soft.
“I missed you too,” Chappell replied, pulling her into a tight hug.
Their moment was interrupted by slow, sarcastic clapping. It was Valeria, smirking.
“Well, isn’t this touching?” Valeria sneered, wiping away imaginary tears.
“What are you doing here?” Isabella demanded angrily.
“What do you mean? Your father is my father-in-law, so of course I’m invited,” Valeria said smugly.
“We’re not afraid of you, Valeria,” Chappell shot back.
Valeria smirked and approached her, squatting to meet Chappell’s eye level. “You should be,” she whispered menacingly.
Chappell tensed, but she fought not to look intimidated.
“Back off, Valeria. You’re such a bully—nothing like your brother!” Isabella said, stepping protectively in front of Chappell.
“And you’re so trusting, getting burned by three guys and forgiving a friend who betrayed you,” Valeria taunted, watching with satisfaction as Isabella’s face hardened.
“Your life must be so miserable if bullying others is the only way you get joy,” Chappell retorted.
“Whatever,” Valeria rolled her eyes. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a gift for your dad.” She winked and walked away.
Chappell turned to Isabella, her voice low. “I’m sorry about what she said. You’re not cheap.”
“I know,” Isabella replied with a small smile.
TO Be Continued
