Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

How is he any different from his father? Pedro mused over the question. So many people had asked him that and it was time to make his stand.

No, he was different. Unlike his father who was obsessed with getting a son and made sure his female daughters got nothing from him or were exterminated, he was simply saving himself.

He would never love that child from Natasha - if indeed it was his - and the Isabella he knew would never accept the baby either. The baby wouldn't need to experience the cruelty of this world once it was gone and he'd save everyone the headache - and Isabella wouldn't know.

It was enough that Rita, his father's wife, was plotting against him; he wouldn't want the same war in his family. Natasha and Isabella would never get along, plus the fact Natasha had the eyes for his wealth and would surely try to manipulate him through her child. His household would be chaotic and that wasn't the life he promised Isabella. So the child had to go.

"I'm trying to use a problem to solve a greater problem here, David," Was Pedro's excuse, "I can already see what the future looks like if that child lives. Trust me, the child would thank me for this,"

"Pedro," David shook his head in disapproval, "Three things can never be hidden in this world and they are the sun, moon, and pregnancy. No matter what you do, the news would come out, and then, you'd wish you'd told the truth sooner,"

But Pedro gave a deaf ear to his advice, "Tomorrow morning, she'd be brought here and if you still don't want to do it, I have many options," He hinted that he would pay others to do the job. After all, money was all he had.

Then, he was on his feet, already heading to the door when David muttered, "John 8:32,"

You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free, he knew that Bible verse well. Unfortunately, Pedro knew a verse that disagreed with that. 

Pedro halted in his steps, then looked over his shoulder to his friend who had a concerned look.

To him, he said, "Genesis 20:2" he signed, "Some truth is better taken to the grave," and finally took his leave. David wasn't the only one who knew the Bible, he did too. It was a great source of inspiration and guidelines. 

And Abraham said of Sarah, his wife, "She is my sister." And Abimelech, king of Gerar sent and took Sarah. Genesis 20:2. 

If Abraham hadn't told a little lie, he would have been killed by the king and that was what he was doing, Pedro thought. This was his little lie - the lie that would save everyone from the impending doom.

Pedro walked into the elevator that took him to the lobby while lost in his thoughts. He stepped out a few minutes after the elevator opened into a reflective tiled floor of the lobby and call it instinct or something, he turned around and his eyes connected with Isabella's. 

Pedro was startled and his heart began to pound loudly in his chest. Thankfully this was a hospital and he would be treated quickly if he developed a heart attack. By chance, had she found out the truth? He had not been able to relax or sleep comfortably at night because he was scared of Isabella finding out. 

But then Isabella seemed surprised as well so Pedro calmed down. If Isabella knew the truth, that calm look wouldn't be her expression - hopefully, he would never witness that expression. 

By tomorrow, everything would be done and he would be able to calm down. Once the abortion is over, Pedro planned to send Natasha away to a country where she wouldn't be able to disturb his life and he can live his happily ever after with Isabella. 

"Babe!" Isabella walked over to him with a booming expression that melted out the anxiety from Pedro. As expected, she was the sanity to his insanity. 

Honestly, Pedro was not intimidated by Isabella's candidness and obduracy. With Isabella, you're either black or white, there's no grey area and she made him feel secure. She was always in control, he loved that about her the most. 

"Hmm," Pedro hummed, engulfing her in a tight hug as If he was going to lose her if he let go. 

"What are you doing here?" Pedro asked, his gaze falling on Jean who stood a few meters away from them. The man was always with her for protection, neither was he complaining. 

"Well, I'm funding the obstetrician department on their latest medical research, " Isabella lied through her teeth without blinking her eyes. 

She was a meticulous person and had prepared beforehand for a moment like this. Even if Pedro did a search behind her, he wouldn't find anything about her pregnancy. Not that Pedro would look into it anyway, she knew he trusted her.

"And you?" Isabella asked and noticed a slight hesitation in his tone. Something was wrong. 

"Oh, about that," Pedro internally scolded himself for hesitating, what if Isabella got suspicious? 

"The director of the hospital is my friend, although you might not remember him but you met him once at the campus," Pedro said to her. 

"I only remember necessary people, so I surely don't remember him, '' Isabella replied. 

"Oh, I'm grateful you don't," Pedro confessed inwardly. 

"Anyway," He went on, knowing that Isabella would need a lot of explanation to keep her mind off this case, "We met up and I took the chance to have a general body checkup. Our wedding is fast approaching and I'm sure you don't want me getting sick," 

"Of course," Isabella said and kissed him on the cheeks. She then readjusted his tie in front of everyone that cared to look, "So you're leaving for the office?" 

"Yes," Pedro said, "And do you mind going on a date with me, tonight, miss Isabella," He grinned at her. 

"Of course, I do want to go on a date with you, Mr. Pedro," She grinned as well. 

"So you don't mind if I drive you to your office?" he offered. 

"Unfortunately, yes" Isabella refused politely, "I have to drop by somewhere - wedding preparations - before leaving for the company," 

"Alright, I'll see you tonight then," He said. 

"Me too," 

Pedro then kissed her one more time before leaving. 

As soon as he walked through the revolving doors, the smile on Isabella's face vanished. 

"Jean," Isabella called. 

"Yes," He stepped closer to her, having sensed an errand coming. 

"keep tabs on Pedro, I want to know what's bothering my husband to be," There was a hint of menace in her tone. 

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