The Billionaire is the Father

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I feel Victor pressing his chest against my back and trying to kiss me, but I push him away. I loved when he did that, but now I can't stomach it. I turn to him. "I thought you were supposed to be gone. I can't stand your sight now. Makes me sick." I sneered at him. I loved Victor, and however much I tried, I couldn't get the picture out of my head.

"I was worried about..." I scoff. "Worried? You were worried about me? Joke of the year, people." I knew I was being a bit of a drama queen, but that is what he claims I am. And that was what I was going to show him. I raise my hands as if talking to a crowd as I rotate.

Victor lets out an annoyed sigh. "I'm being serious here, Bella. Where were you?" He is getting annoyed. Good. He deserves it anyway. I move towards him slowly, looking into his eyes and smirking. I move to his ears in a slow, dramatic effect, making his breath hitch. Victor knows I am shy about seduction and s*x, but I feel so courageous now. Could it be because I'm not a virgin anymore? Or maybe I'm just sick of his games.

"I went to the same club, got drunk, and had myself f****d so much that I forgot about you. You know the best part?" I stopped to raise his anxiety. When he doesn't move, I lean further into him.

"I so f*****g enjoyed it." I say it almost in a whisper. I move away from him and turn without looking at him. Swaying my hips exaggeratedly and not bothering about him I am so done with him. I decide to move out instead, but first I have to look for a new place, and I have a job interview in a month. My stomach growls, reminding me I have yet to feed it.

I go into the shared bedroom and take my purse, but before I am done putting on my shoes, the bedroom door closes with a bang.

I roll my eyes at how Victor is being childish without looking back. I feel my body being yanked and thrown across the room, literally. My head hits the bed, and I am so sure I could get a concussion. I blink back the tears that are threatening to come out of instinct. The pain is unbearable.

Victor moves in front of me and crouches at my level. "Such a pretty face." He coos while stroking the side of my face. I feel repelled by him. "Too bad no one's going to see it again." Oh God! I always attract psychos! First my dad, then this?

I remain still since I don't know what his next move is. My dad used to beat up my mom and me until my mother decided to give up and ran away, leaving me alone to deal with her crazy husband. She died later on after overdosing. I learned some self-defense when he was jailed, and I had to go to foster care since I was still under age.

Victor has some muscles, which I like, but the man is a lazy toad. I even wondered how he got the muscles in the first place, but I learned it was in the genes since his dad looked so muscular. Only that he is hardworking.

He takes out a knife from his back pocket, making my body still. He notices my reaction, and his face lights up with a sardonic smile. He starts toying with the knife, moving it from my face down to my throat and back.

"Victor? What are you doing, baby?" He lets out a small laugh that has me chilled to the bones.

"You know what I liked about you, Bella? You were this vixen with a sexy body and pretty face, but you were so damn innocent. When I figured you were a virgin, I was a goner." His filthy hands started trailing down my body. "I knew I had to break you. I had to persevere with your smart mouth and drama each and every day. I tried having s*x with you, but each f*****g time you refused. So I bid my time."

My heart is beating so fast that I am afraid it will come out. Easy there, heart. I need you.

"Yesterday, when I came back and found you with those two women, I was so hurt, Victor. You cheated on me with two women at the same time, Victor." I feel tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to show him any weakness. "I was willing to give myself to you yesterday." My voice is so low that I almost think he didn't hear what I just said.

"But you went and f****d another man. I'll just make this quick." He takes the knife that is right beside my head so fast and starts tearing my skin with it. I pushed him with so much force that he moved and fell since it was unexpected. I get to my feet swiftly and kick his nose, making him fall once again with a grunt.

I kneel before him and punch him in the face, knocking him out. I take the knife and run to the cabinet that had some unused rope, taking it out and running back to the room. I tie Victor up and place a washcloth in his mouth. I search for my phone, but I don't get it, so I run to Mr. Brown's house and knock so hard and desperately.

After forever, he comes out looking like he was just sleeping and takes in my disheveled state. "Can I have your phone, Mr. Brown?" I lost mine. " He hesitates for a second before moving quickly into the house. I follow him in and grab it from his hand before calling the police.

"What did you say his name was again, Miss?" I am getting impatient. Victor might wake up soon and untie the ropes. "Victor. Victor Harris."

"Victor Harris? We've been looking for him for two years now. Thank you, Ms. Isabella. Some men have already been sent your way and will be there in five minutes."

Victor? Victor is a criminal. Oh, my God! I place the phone on the counter, muttering a quick thanks and sprinting to my house, then going straight to my room. Victor is just regaining consciousness.

"The police are coming. What did you do to make them look for you?" His eyes are so wide that they would fall off at any minute.

"YOU b***h!" He shouts before I hear the sirens, and I thank the heavens.

As expected, no answer comes from him, and I sit there waiting. The bell rings two minutes later, and I stand up and go get it. I led the policemen to him.

"You will regret this, Bella." The exact sentence my father said to me I roll my eyes, and I wave at him goodbye.

I go back into my apartment after giving my statement and cry.

I enter King's company while my heart is beating so fast. I have an interview in twenty minutes, and to say I'm nervous would be an understatement. I will show my legs to the receptionist, whom I expect to be the cliché type, but instead find a beautiful lady with so minimal makeup and dress pants. My kind of girl She looks up when she feels my presence and casts a smile that I know is practiced.

"Umm. Hi, I came for the human resources position interview." I tried smiling at her politely. Her eyes light up in recognition.

"Isabella Styles, isn't it?" My face must be showing confusion. "Oh! There are only two of you, and the other one just came in." That explains it.

"I thought I was some celebrity there." I laugh at my humor, and the lady joins me. I look at her name tag. Emily. "Well, you're not." Emily says it in matter of fact with a slight humour. I only grin at her.

"Hope you get the job, Ms. Styles. I already like you." She says it in her welcoming voice with a large smile. She's so happy. I suddenly remembered how the handsome, mysterious man had a happy expression throughout. I shake my head. Not him again.

"Please call me Bella." I smiled at her.

"Bella it is. Your interview is on the fifteenth floor. The elevators are right there. She says this, pointing to my left. I thank her and go towards the elevators.