The CEO Billionaire’s Regretful Choice

Chapter 22

Maria could smell the s*x in the room.

“Mama we're busy.”

“You ignore your mother just to have s*x with Armando's slut.”

“Mama!” Santo yelled.

Isabella stood up, clearly his mother had plans to insult her but she wasn’t going to be the punching bag. As she walked towards the door Santo grabbed her arm.

“Isabella is my girlfriend and she is no slut.”

“Santo, I'll just leave you two.” Isabella left.

“Three, come in Brooke.”

Santo went to the door and shut it before Brooke could come in. He looked at his mother.

“How would you feel if someone treated one of your sons like you have treated Isabella now. You have no right to judge her.” He growled, Santo would not stand for this or entertain his mother.

“I don't care, I don't like her. You are disrespecting me right now.” Maria sat down and started to cry. Santo shook his head and went to her.

“Mama, please don't.” He hated her tears.

“Brooke is perfect for you; I'm inviting her for dinner.”

“That's fine; Isabella and I won't be attending.”

“You will attend Santo Lucio Moretti.” She glared at him.

“You choose mama, Brooke or me. She's so damn precious, make her your daughter and leave me out of it.”

Maria stood up and slapped him, “No son of mine will treat me like this.”

She slammed the door and left. Santo groaned again, he was not wavering when it came to Isabella. He would give her some time to cool off then he would make things right.

Maria looked at Brooke and asked her to direct her to Isabella's office and headed straight there. They both walked in and Brooke slammed the door shut.

“How dare you steal my son away from me!” Maria screamed.

Isabella got up from her chair and went straight to Mrs Moretti.

“No-one is stealing him away from you.” She said calmly.

“You think because you open your legs that makes you...”

Isabella nearly gave into her temper but held her tongue.

“Mrs Moretti you're crossing the line.”

“Am I or are you? Breaking up a family with your slutty ways.”

“Mrs Moretti my parents taught me to respect elders, so could you please leave my office. Thank you.”

Before Isabella could go back to her seat Brooke came and slapped her left cheek, as she recovered Mrs Moretti slapped her right cheek. Isabella groaned in pain.

“Stay the hell away from Santo you dirty filthy gold digger.” Brooke sneered, smirking at her.

Maria couldn’t agree more. “I will make sure he sees you for the filthy w***e you are. You will never have my son, I’ll make sure of it.”

They backed away and left her office, slamming the door. Isabella tried her best but she couldn’t help the tears that began to flow down her face. What was she thinking? Did she really believe that she and Santo would make it out okay?

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn’t even hear Cara come in.

“Izzy, do you think you spare lunch time with me instead of the hot Moretti clan?” She giggled but when Cara received no reply she went to Isabella. When she saw handprints on Isabella’s face she gasped.

“What the f**k? Who did this Izzy?”

Isabella waved her away, “Uhm don’t ask.” She said, her voice shaking.

Cara grabbed her arms and make Isabella look at her.

“Hear me clearly, there is no way I am letting this s**t go. Who?” Cara demanded.

“Brooke and Santo’s mother.” She said and grabbed Cara in a hug, sobbing. Cara rubbed her back soothingly.

“It’s okay Izzy, just breathe, there we go, that’s it.”

“Cara you can’t say anything okay.”

Cara gritted her teeth, she wouldn’t promise Isabella that so she diverted her attention.

“How about we take a day and come back tomorrow, hmmm.”

Isabella nodded and grabbed her bag, following Cara out. On their way to Izzy’s place Cara texted Armando what happened and let him know that Santo was not allowed near Izzy today.