Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

Everyone knew Isabella had a great talent for slapping everyone and anyone on the face, so by the time she was done with advising her good cousin, Anabelle wished the earth could open up and swallow her. However, she stubbornly didn't go down without a fight.

"So then what?" Anabelle jutted out her chin unyieldingly, "Let's say you're right in all of this, does it solve our problem then? At the end of the day, you're still engaged to Julie!"

There was an expression of pain on her face as she went on, "Do you know how difficult it is to watch you being happy with the love of your life while I sit around hopelessly?"

"Anabelle, I understand your pain but that -"

"No, you don't feel a thing! You don't understand my pain! You don't even understand anything because you don't feel it?!" Anabelle yelled at her cousin, then laughed sardonically, "Of course, why would you? You're the great Isabella after all?"

Isabella pulled back her hand, the comment had cut right through her and her eyes spat fire as she breathed, "That's a stereotypical accusation," She nodded her head bitterly, "You think that because I seem to excel at everything that I'm Miss perfect incapable of emotion?"

Liquid fire burned through her vein as she stared her cousin straight in the eyes saying, "In case you don't know, I'm not that perfect as you think, I just have confidence. So if you have a problem with your self-esteem, go solve it and don't use me as an excuse,"

"Also," Isabella continued, "You think there's not a day that goes by without me thinking about how to break the annulment? Do you think I'm so selfish and insatiable that I enjoy having my boyfriend and that annoying jerk at the same time?" she referred to Julie and then laughed mockingly, "Heck, do you think this is some sort of game or I practice polygamy?"

Anabelle felt guilty, she swallowed, "That's not what I mean - "

"That is exactly what you're implying!"

Silence reigned once again until Isabella said, "You know what? I don't care anymore, you can do anything you want with your life while I promise to solve the annulment all by myself. I wish you a happy married life," She said and then took Pedro's hands, "Let's leave the happily married couple,"

"Whoa, happily married couple?" The priest brows raised, "I didn't wed them," He added to their surprise, "And I can't even wed them,"

"What are you talking about?" Anabelle had a bad intuition. It couldn't be that he's a fake Father.

"I'm not a real Father,"

"What?! " Everyone shouted, including Isabella, who was hell-bent on leaving.

 Her fear just came through.

"My uncle is the real Priest. I just dressed up in his, you know, Cassock robe to feel what it's like to be in his shoes, and from what I've seen, it's enough drama to keep one interested all through the day," He grinned, hinting he found their issue entertaining. 

Anabelle didn't know how to feel; she suddenly became tired. All this while, they were fighting over a marriage that wasn't even going to happen in the first place. 

"Don't stop me, " Isabella said to Pedro and he unconsciously nodded. However, by the time he realized the threat beneath those words, he hurriedly grabbed her from behind by the waist. 

"No, let me go! I need to teach that cunning fart a lesson!" She struggled with him fiercely. Who does the asshole think he is? He just toyed with their emotions. 

"I was trying to tell you, but you guys didn't even let me speak," claimed the fake priest. 

"You can explain better after I cripple you!" Isabella threatened him. 

Seeing that his angry girlfriend was intent on her mission to lecture the priest, Pedro quickly turned her around in his arms and kissed Isabella, her anger instantly dissolved into nothing. 

However, he felt the fury in the kiss; the way she gripped his scalp, the way she ground her lips harshly against hers, and the way she pulled him closer till there was nothing as much as space between them. 

"Whoah, I never knew the ice queen was this passionate?" Julie blurted out of astonishment and in return received a mouth shutting glare from Anabelle that he would never forget in a hurry. Women were so scary sometimes. 

"Oh my God!" the fake priest suddenly shrieked as soon as he glanced down at his phone, "My uncle is on his way here," 

He then looked at Anabelle with panic since he couldn't disrupt the kissing couples, "You have to stop your cousin, my uncle would kill me if he saw them making out in his office," he begged 

And yes, the asshole pulled the prank to the extent of inviting them to a pretend office that turned out to be his uncle's office in the end. 

"Oh really?" Anabelle smirked as an evil thought crossed her mind. She wasn't the avenging type but the boy went too far with his prank and she needed to transfer that aggression on someone. 

So while Mr. Fake priest was still in the middle of asking her to stop her cousin Isabella and Pedro - who was almost swallowing each other's faces - Anabelle pulled Julie to her and started kissing him. 

The young man almost went crazy from the sudden turn of events, it was like falling from flying pants to fire. How was he going to stop this madness? 

Julie was stunned by the sudden kiss, but he quickly figured out Anabelle's intentions and he indulged her. Who in the world says no to a free kiss anyway? 

And that was the scene that confronted the Father as soon as he stepped into his office - the real priest this time. 

"What in the world is going on here?!" the Priest bellowed like a wounded beast. His face was pale, looking as if he had seen the devil himself. 

As expected from the cousins, they pulled away from their partners looking startled as if they had been caught doing evil - Isabella had caught onto Anabelle's plan in the middle of the kiss. 

"Oh God, your uncle is here. We're dead meat. Why didn't you inform us on time?" They behaved like a normal teenager would in this situation yet tactically throwing blame on the fake priest. 

"Elijah! Explain this atrocity!" the man boomed, the veins on his neck bulging from anger. 

The boy was right; he was in deep trouble. The kids realized that and quickly made it out of the office in giggles. 

"That was crazy!" Anabelle remarked after they had made it far away from the angry priest. They all leaned on the wall breathing heavily. 

For a moment, nobody spoke, just catching their until Anabelle and Isabella's eyes met by mistake. They simply stared at each other, unknowing what to say. 

"I'm sorry for saying those mean words to you. I didn't mean what I said," Anabelle apologized

"You mean half of what you said?" Isabella smugly pointed out the fact that half of her words were from her heart.

"Fine, you deserved those," Anabelle had no choice but to acquiesce. There was no need to deny the obvious. 

Isabella threw her hand around her cousin's neck and brought Anabelle's head closer so she rubbed hers against it affectionately, 

"This selfish bitch would find a way to disnnul that engagement," she promised her.