Unveiling The Billionaire's Heart

CHAPTER 3

It was 10:00 am on the clock.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon Isabella's room.

She remained motionless, her body sprawled across the bed, lost in the depths of despair.

The weight of her recent dismissal had dampened her spirits, crushing her dreams of becoming a chef.

Amanda entered the room, her footsteps echoing softly.

With a gentle tap on Isabella's legs, she tried to rouse her from her slumber. "Isabella, wake up. You've been asleep for 14 hours," she said, her voice filled with concern.

Isabella ignored her, her gaze fixed on a distant point on the wall. She felt as if the world had crumbled beneath her feet, leaving her stranded in a sea of hopelessness.

Amanda settled beside Isabella, her voice laced with determination. "Isabella, you can't let this opportunity pass you by. Alexander Reynolds' company is a game-changer. It's a chance to showcase your talent on a grand scale. Give it one more shot. Who knows? You could be chosen as the head chef out of hundreds of applicants."

Isabella's eyes flickered with a glimmer of interest, a spark of hope reigniting within her.

"You crazy? Out of hundreds? How is that even possible?"

Amanda's voice resonated with confidence as she replied, "Babe, you are a f*****g brilliant cook. Your talent shines like a beacon. Don't you ever underestimate yourself. There's no one else quite like you. You're good as f**k babe and you know it!"

"This is an opportunity worth seizing, a chance to prove your worth to the world. Go do it gir!!!l"

Isabella mulled over Amanda's words, her thoughts drifting between doubt and possibility.

"Bla bla bla.. whatever."

Her emotions were unstable. She wondered what it would be like walking into RRV company, probably competing with hundreds of professionals.

Finally, with a nod, Isabella sat up, her gaze focused. "Alright, Amanda. I'll give it a shot. Just this one last shot and I'm f*****g done!" She spat and continued hugging her pillow tightly.

Amanda's face lit up with a smile of encouragement. "That's the spirit, Isabella! Believe in yourself. And listen, if anyone steps on your fuckin feet, use this as a thank you button" she said and stuck up her middle finger.

Amanda then went into the bathroom to have her bath to go out with her boyfriend Dave.

As Isabella still clung to her pillow, attempting to squeeze in a few more moments of sleep, Amanda's voice resonated from the bathroom with urgency. "Bella! Come on, wake up! The submission of applications ends at 2:00 pm, and it's already 10:45 am!" she called out, her tone filled with concern.

With Amanda's urgent reminder ringing in her ears, Isabella jolted upright, her heart pounding with adrenaline.

Time was slipping away, and the opportunity she had must not be thrown away for some nice sleep. Pushing her exhaustion aside, she hurriedly made her way to the bathroom, determined to seize this chance.

The water cascaded down in the shower, soothing her weary body and washing away the remnants of sleep.

Isabella's mind raced with a mix of anxiety and excitement as she considered the possibility of presenting herself before Alexander Reynolds' company.

She knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to revive her dreams.

After a quick but invigorating shower, Isabella wrapped herself in a soft, deep blue sundress.

The dress was adorned with delicate white floral patterns, a perfect reflection of her vibrant spirit and love for nature's beauty.

As she slipped into the dress, she couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of determination building within her.

Isabella then decided on a pair of comfortable yet stylish brown ankle boots that perfectly complemented her dress.

They gave her the confidence she needed to face the world outside, knowing she was putting her best foot forward.

With her attire complete, she stood before the mirror, her reflection showing a glimmer of the spirited young woman she once was. A hint of a smile graced her lips, and for the first time in days, she felt a surge of hope coursing through her veins.

"Wait till you see me rise Madame Rosella! You'll lick my butt!" She said confidently.

As she prepared to leave the house, Amanda stood by the door, eagerly awaiting her friend's emergence. "You look fabulous, Bella! Own it, girl!" she exclaimed.

"Thanks, Amanda. I owe you big time for pushing me, and sorry bout yesterday. I was just being stupid" Isabella replied, her voice filled with gratitude and remorse.

"You don't owe me anything, babe. Just fuckin go out there and conquer the world with your talent!" Amanda cheered, and without warning, she pecked Isabella's cheeks with a soft slap then ran back inside and shut the door.

"Are you crazy? Open this door, let me take my revenge!" Isabella called out, pounding her fist on the door.

"You're running late babe. Alexander is waiting for yoouu…. Make sure you kiss him in his handsome face. Well, I've got a party tonight!" Amanda called out giggling as Isabella kept pounding in the door.

"Damn you!" Isabella said under her breath and let out a grin.

"Kiss Alexander in the face? She must be crazy! A fly like me? I don't even stand a bit of a chance. Besides, I'm going there for business!" Isabella said to herself as she walked away.

"I heard that!" Amanda suddenly shouted from inside.

Isabella set out on her journey. As she stepped outside onto the street, the morning sun embraced her like a warm embrace, filling her with a sense of purpose.

The clock was ticking, but she was no longer racing against time; she was racing towards her dreams.

With each step, she felt the weight of her past failures lift off her shoulders. The rejection from Madame Rossella no longer defined her; it was merely a stepping stone to something greater.

But something kept ringing those words 'kiss Alexander on his handsome face' in Isabella's head.

She had always dreamt of a guy who would be part of her boring life. A rich handsome guy.

But as soon as those thoughts dropped on her mind, she shook them off immediately.

"Focus Bella. Focus!" Isabella stopped walking for a bit and spoke to herself.

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As Isabella finally arrived at the towering gates of Reynolds Royalty Vehicles (RRV), her heart raced with anticipation and nerves. She stepped out of the taxi, her eyes fixed on the grand entrance before her.

Before she could take another step, a stern-looking security guard blocked her path, his face looking like an angry clown.

"Halt! Hold it right there," the guard commanded, his authoritative tone leaving no room for negotiation. "What's your business here?"

With a deep breath to steady herself, Isabella replied, "I'm here to submit my application for the chef position. The one Alexander Reynolds posted about."

The security guard looked at her skeptically, glancing at his watch. "Sorry, miss, but the deadline has passed. No more submissions are being accepted," he stated firmly, his voice devoid of sympathy.

Isabella's heart sank like a stone. "Please, just give me a chance. I had some difficulties getting here on time. It's my dream to be a chef, and this opportunity means everything to me," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.

But the guard remained unmoved, his duty overriding any compassion he may have felt. "I understand, but rules are rules. I can't make any exceptions," he replied, his expression not seeming to change.

As Isabella felt the weight of defeat settling in, she searched for anything she could do. Even if she would fight her way in.

"Please, I've come so far. Let me at least speak with someone, anyone who can consider my application," Isabella implored, her eyes welling with tears.

As Isabella continued to plead with the stubborn security guard, her heart sank further with each passing moment.

She knew this might be her last chance to fulfil her culinary dreams, but the guard seemed unmoved by her desperation.

Just as it was getting out of hand, a sudden beep of a horn echoed behind her, drawing her attention.

Isabella turned around and was awe-struck by the sight before her. A sleek, luxurious car stood there with its engine purring like a contented feline.

"It must be Mr. Reynolds," Isabella thought, her heart pounding with excitement. The tinted black windows concealed the identity of the person inside, but she couldn't help but imagine the prestigious figure of Alexander Reynolds himself.

The car was not alone; there was another vehicle following closely behind, forming an impressive convoy. Isabella couldn't suppress her anticipation; she yearned to catch a glimpse of the influential couple responsible for such opulence.

To her, meeting either of them would be an accomplishment beyond her wildest dreams.

As the car approached the gate, the security scan activated, and the imposing metal barriers began to glide open, allowing passage. The convoy moved forward, each car passing through the gate seamlessly.

Then, something unexpected happened – the lead car halted right in front of Isabella. Her heart skipped a beat, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. Why had the car stopped right in front of her? Was she in trouble? She felt like a tiny fly caught in a vast spider's web.

Her mind raced with wild thoughts as she contemplated the implications of this unexpected turn of events. She had heard that Alexander Reynolds was a formidable figure, not one to be trifled with.

The car's window glided down gracefully, revealing the face of the person inside. Isabella's eyes widened in disbelief. It was him – Alexander Reynolds, the man she had only seen in pictures and news articles. His sharp features exuded power and charisma, and yet, his eyes held a hint of curiosity as they met Isabella's.

For a moment, Isabella was speechless, her heart pounding in her throat. This was the man whose company had the power to fulfil her dreams, and here he was, right in front of her. Time seemed to slow as their gazes locked, and she felt an inexplicable connection.

Finally, breaking the silence, Alexander spoke, his voice resonating with authority and intrigue. "Who are you, and what brings you here?" he inquired, his tone measured yet attentive.

Summoning her courage, Isabella replied, "I'm Isabella, sir. I came to submit my application for the chef position at your company. But the guard said I was too late. Please, I know I missed the deadline, but this is my dream. I beg you for a chance to prove myself."

As she spoke, Alexander's gaze softened, his curiosity piqued by the determination in her voice. He motioned for her to step closer, and as she did, he regarded her with a thoughtful expression.

"We'll see what can be done. Follow me," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Isabella's heart soared with hope; perhaps fate had intervened to grant her this extraordinary opportunity.

With a mix of nerves and excitement, Isabella followed Alexander Reynolds, the man whose name commanded respect and whose company held the key to her destiny.

Isabella stepped into the car with a mix of awe and excitement, feeling like she had entered a realm of opulence and luxury. The interior of the car was nothing short of breathtaking, exuding an air of paradise. The pleasant aroma filled her senses, making her feel like she was floating on a cloud of elegance.

Beside Alexander Reynolds sat a young, handsome man, who Isabella assumed was his personal assistant.

The PA's aura of efficiency and confidence confirmed her assumption. She couldn't help but admire Xander's presence, finding herself mesmerized by his commanding demeanor.

The thought of sharing this experience with Amanda filled her with a sense of mischief and glee."Wait till you hear it Amanda!"

As the car glided forward, Isabella's eyes widened at the sight that unfolded before her. The company's premises were nothing short of awe-inspiring.

Massive sections devoted to different aspects of car production stood tall and proud. She marveled at the precision of the robotic movements, feeling as though she had been transported to a futuristic world.

In fact, she felt like she lived in the year 2050.

"This is f*****g cool," Isabella murmured, her voice filled with amazement.

The car came to a stop, and the PA swiftly opened the door for Alexander. As he stepped out, Isabella followed suit, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination.

This was her moment to make an impression, and she couldn't afford to let her dreams slip through her fingers.

Alexander's demeanor shifted slightly as he addressed her. "You should have been more punctual, Isabella," he said sternly.

"Time is a valuable resource, and being late is unacceptable. Make sure Miles receives your application. We'll see what can be done," he added, his tone authoritative yet tinged with a glimmer of softness.

Isabella nodded earnestly, a surge of gratitude flooding her heart. "Thank you, Mr. Reynolds. I won't let this opportunity go to waste. I promise to prove myself," she replied, her voice filled with determination.

She felt like a baby being shouted at, but she loved it.

She saw the cold and anger written all over Alexander's face. It was like she had always heard. He was a man of arrogance and was never happy. He never smiled. Not even a bit. It must be due to his grandmother's death.

With a final nod, Alexander turned away, and Isabella felt a sense of urgency to submit her application as soon as possible.

As she made her way to Miles, she couldn't help but reflect on the twists and turns fate had brought her today. From being on the brink of despair to sitting beside the renowned Alexander Reynolds, it felt like a whirlwind of emotions.