The Prince and The Charming

11. Her Doomsday

His gaze was stuck at Isabella’s shock expressions that gave him satisfaction.

He did had an idea about Isabella’s loss of knowledge regarding to his involvement in the project, or else never in a million years she would’ve dared to slap him or throw a drink on his face. And looking at Isabella’s dreaded expressions, he somehow felt victorious.

“I… I think that I… am in the wrong room.” She fumbled, taking steps back but stumbled across the coffee table, stumbling down over it, slumping down flat on her butt.

Harold rolled his eyes, “If you are not here to see the in charge of the project, then don’t waste my time.”

Listening to his words, Isabella’s heart dropped down low in her stomach. Her anxiety rose high, as she breathed in, trying to catch her unwavering breath. She gulped down hard and nodded her head.

Closing her eyes, she composed her unnerving breath. Getting up and standing straight she went ahead and stood in front of his desk.

Flashed from last night, where he insulted her flushed right through her mind, garning her a sense of confidence.

Flashes from last night, where she slapped him right across the face, throwing her drink over his face, his blood boiled inside his veins as he flexed his jaw, squinting eyes right over her face and posture, loathing her for still standing strong.

“Why did you order to stop the project again?” she asked crossing her arms across her chest.

He c****d an eyebrow, “Again? It wasn’t me the first time.”

She c****d back, demanding the answer to her question.

“You didn’t submit the final paperwork, with the final designs.” He shrugged at her.

Holding back an urge to slam something again over his head, she heaved a breath, “For th last time, the paperwork is not my problem and the designs were supposed to be finalized by your team already and that is why I was sent in by Barca constructions.”

“Barca constructions.” He chuckled softly at his words, “The deal was finalized, you and Bruce enterprises began the work without any ordeals from me and the CFO.”

Isabella rolled her eyes listening to how full of themselves the two princes were.

“If that was the case, then you should contact Bruce enterprises.” She commented confidently, turning over her heels and walking away.

“It’s the designs.” He retorted confidently making her stop from leaving his office. She turned and faced him square, flexing her jaw, hating each and every moment of his existence. “Send me the designs, I need to approve them again.”

Wanting to sprain his neck right into her hands, she refrained herself and turned over her heels and exited his office. Heaving breaths filled with annoyance and irritation, she reached her office, ordering her assistant who was on phone to follow her in.

Sitting over her seat, she opened her laptop, her brain blazing with red and her mind clouded with annoyance at Harrold’s petty attempts to get back at her for insulting him.

Instead of admitting that he was wrong and deserved what she did, he decided to make this project a real hell for her.

But at the same time, she felt sad and depressed, leaning back over her chair, she threw her head back as she pondered. He was the kind of the person who would always apologize for his mistake, always know from right to wrong and always stand for the truth. But now he had turned judgmental, self-centered and self-absorbed and extremely ruthless.

The ruthless prince sat in his office chair, talking over his phone;

“Make sure to delay her work, you’ll get your due reward.”

With that he smirked, putting the phone down and leaning back in his chair. He turned around to look out at the clean, sparkling city. The memory of Isabella’s insult from last night flashed right through his mind, making him flinch in anger.

When he saw her last night, he was nowhere near of recognizing her. in fact when he first saw her and helped her out of the closet, his first thought was that the girl was beautiful and as she walked away he noticed her sleek figure and scrumptious curves, but ignored everything because it was his engagement party and he had other important things to focus on.

His phone rang over the table as he turned his chair inside his office to see his fiancé’s called ID.

Stephanie Cobalt.

A young socialite model; whom he met two years ago and instantly developing a liking towards her, given to her elegance and beauty. She was obedient, low opinionated with little self-esteem when it came to Harrold as she always listened and did whatever he told her and he found the perfect puppet-to-be-wife in her. And for her, he was the barer black cheque that once inside the ring of her name, was all hers to cash.

He ignored the ringing phone and turned back again, looking outside the glass wall, over the shadowing city.

His mind was stuck right since last night at one girl only.

Isabella Rowan.

The same Isabella, who used to be his Isa, for whom he would’ve fought anyone as she was his best friend and the only person he trusted with all his heart but all his trust and friendship shattered when he discovered the true motive behind her kind and loving behavior. Her charm turned out to be deceptive. He always thought that she was different from other girls, who was actually just his friend, expecting nothing in return but she was just cleverer than the rest of the people, who actually trapped him first in a friendship, and planned on trapping him later on into love. For him she actually helped him get affirmative of his feelings that no one would ever love him for himself and he would always find people falling for his status as the future king.

When Charlie told him about Isabella and how she was a successful architect it wasn’t much hard for Harold to postulate how a young girl could ever achieve so much success. So through his own self subsided thoughts, he figured out that Isabella’s changed looks and sexy attire was her weapon to deal with the real world and opening her legs was her passageway to success.

And when confronted, he never had thought Isabella would ever insult him by throwing drink over his face and slapping him. this triggered him to a whole new level. No one had ever dared questioning his instincts or actions and she dared to slap him. Her action had imprinted a memory of anger in his mind and now all he wanted was to ruin her, in every possible way so she would regret not just slapping him, but regret her entire existence.

He had already planned on destroying her and for him the end of her times had just begun. It was full show for him and he was going to enjoy each and every moment of it.

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“Kathleen, did you transfer the files to Mr. Edwards yet?” Isabella asked her secretary taking off the labor’s hat off her head, letting her long hair down. She had sent in the design files that Harold had asked for to Kathleen to be transferred to him, while she went on her site tour, trying her best to keep both the ends of the project at a good balance.

“Yes, of course I did.” She faked a smile at Isabella as Isabella smiled at her with genuineness and walked into her room, already having an hour left to call it a day.

As the clock struck six and Isabella was done for the day, she began packing her stuff until another mail notification dinged, asking her to show up at Harold’s office. Feeling a little tensed, she still went ahead.

Harold sat inside his office, rotating the crystal globe in his over the black desk, when a knock on the door disturbed him as he gave his call to enter.

“You wanted to see me?” Isabella stepped ahead walking in and for the first time Harold noticed, despite of a long day, she still looked fresh, with her romper still tidy, flashing her long creamy legs.

She must have to keep appearances, as she basically earns out of it.

He rolled his eyes, gesturing her to sit down and she politely followed his orders.

“There are a few things that I would like to clear as we would be working together from now!”

Isabella nodded her head, signifying she was listening carefully to his words.

“Your designs are good.” He said with a small smile as Isabella smiled back.

Looks like, he hadn’t turned into a complete monster after all.

“But this is a professional level we’re talking about and your design lacks that.” He directly threw the bomb right over her.

Isabella held a breath, holding an urge to kill him right away. she clenched her fist over her clothes and maintained her temped.

“Your deigns have many flaws, cover those blemishes and deliver me the final draft by tomorrow morning, I need them at my table, first thing in the morning.”

“What? Tomorrow?” she asked with complete bewilderment. The designing was weeks work even find any flaws and then to correct them, which he was asking to be done in a time of less than twenty four hours.

“I don’t have much time, now if you’ll excuse.”

Isabella felt helpless at his ruthless behavior.

“The office time is almost over and you're notifying me this now?” Isabella felt quaffed at Harold's careless behavior.

He rolled her his, with a simple shrug, “The designs were delivered to me twenty minutes ago. You should be lucky that I didn't canceled the work right away and still took time to see you.”

Her blood boiled as anger heated through her skin. It was definitely her secretary's fault for delivering the work late.

“I'm sorry but it can't be delivered by tomorrow.” she simply retorted getting off her seat and making her way out.

“Then the project is simply dismissed until the next board meeting. We'll see how appreciative your boss would be of that.” he smirked calling her out and making her stop.

Isabella sensed the challenge in his tone. He was definitely targeting her on purpose and grudging her out for some inconvenient reason.

Isabella’s record was clean and she was a control freak, with always handling every problem on her own. And her boss’s involvement with Harold didn't sound a good idea to her, as Harold could completely burn her down in front of Alejandro, giving references from their past because Isabella didn't trust Harold's pettiness anymore. And more delay in the project simply meant inappropriate wastage of resources which would also be a blame on Isabella.

Dissolving her self-esteem, Isabella turned to face Harold.

“You'll have the designs on your desk, first thing in the morning.”

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Isabella heaved another tired breath, pulling over her shoulders with her hands, making a loose attempt at soothing her aching muscles.

She adjusted her glasses over the bridge of her nose, letting her hair loose open from the tight bun, throwing her aching head back, grabbing her aching back, from sitting continuously over the bar stool, in front of which her design panels were present and she was moving back and forth between her laptop system and designs to cover up any blemish that Harold had apparently pointed out.

For two hours she wasn't able to find any problems with the design so she decided to upgrade them, just to satisfy his need that she worked her ass off, which was exactly what Harold enjoyed.

Now the only work left was to incorporate that in to graphic designs so she decided to call someone from her department and she knew no one, in that place as she barely got to know only a numbered people before she was bombarded with problems by the two brothers.

She got up to reach her intercom and noticed it was already dark outside as the city lights lined up, enhancing the beauty of the small city over the reflecting dark ocean. Isabella just wanted the barrel land to constructed into what she dreamed about it but it now almost seemed impossible for her.

She buzzed in her secretary but she didn't reply. Waiting for a few more seconds she went outdid only to realize that her assistant had left without notifying her.

Paolo never did that!

She remembered her previous assistant whom she missed dearly.

She already suspected Kathleen of misconduct because of her delay in delivering the designs to Harold and now she left without notifying her.

Isabella huffed another breath, walking towards the design department only to realize that her office floor was entirely and completely empty. She looked the time over her watch and saw it was nine to eight.

Everyone deserved to leave the office.

But she clearly remembered telling Kathleen to notify everyone to not to leave until her order.

She was about to leave the office when she stopped at an abrupt voice, coming from one of the cubicles arranged in the middle of the large office space. Rays of white light shined from one particular cubicle. The pinning silence made the sounds seem like the one coming out from some headphones as they sounded muffled.

Isabella walked across the cubicles and saw a young girl, in her early twenties sitting over a swivel chair, busying working over her system. She had curly brown blond hair up till he shoulder’s length, which reminded Isabella of her teenage hairstyle. Her hair waved on her features of round face and big eyes hidden behind thick glasses.

Isabella tapped her cubicle but she simply sat focused on the screen, popping a bubble gum out of her mouth.

Isabella knocked a little loudly over the wall of her cubicle making her shriek and turn around. She immediately sat straight up, removing her thick head phones.

“Ms. Rowan, what are you doing here?” she asked with a worried expression.

Isabella knitted her eyebrows walking up to her screen and saw she was working on some private design logo, some other freelancing work.

She understood that the girl must have issues working at home so she was working from office.

“You could design?” Isabella cut short straight through the point.

She nodded her head, “I'm a junior head designer.”

“Great, I have some work for you.”