The Billionaire's Proposal

´Get out of here you lowly whore´ A fat man with a drooping belly threw a pale and dainty young lady that appears to be twenty-two years old or younger out of his bar as he spat on the ground just beside her. Isabella flinched and shuddered on the ground subconsciously at her boss's sudden outburst, red, purple, and blue bruises can be seen on her pale fair skin as her peerless face is stained with smudged makeup seemingly from alcohol being spilled on her. So far this is the part-time job she has worked in for the longest period without getting fired. If this pretty face of hers is said to be her greatest gift from the heavens then it's also her greatest punishment. Getting the job is so easy but keeping it comes with a heavy price to pay as her perverted bosses would go to any length to stain her innocence. She sat on the cold floor in front of the bar with a tattered dress and broken heels, her long brown silky hair now a mangled mess covering her tear-streaked face. Her mind drifts far away from reality as the whole world seems to shut down, she could only hear faint angry seemingly animated screams coming from her now previous boss, the pitiful and wretched gaze of passersby burnt her naked skin. Her driving force is to never wallow in self-pity, growing up in a household that went from grace to grass overnight would have been a lot for others but she took it well and never complained as the second to the eldest daughter she has always been more matured but at this moment she felt utterly defeated and disgusted with herself but even more towards the world and this heartless man. ´Hey fatty!´ Isabella suddenly called out after being silent throughout the abuse, her expression twisted like a person that has sold their soul to the devil, her mangled and twisted hair made her look even more terrifying with a vicious smirk tattooed on her lips. ´y-you b***h how d-dare you’ The fat man stuttered as he took two steps back subconsciously, his voice laced with fear, he had never seen Isabella look at him with such enmity, she had always smiled sweetly to him, exciting his little junior. Day by day his urge to stain her innocence grew, he could tell from her skin, hair, and manners that she grew up in a rich family but regardless of her situation now he knew she needs money so he tried to force himself on her for a raise or take her job away from her, the entertainment industry has never been friendly anyways so how could a lowly bar singer think of staying clean and innocent as she struggles to the top and he wouldn't mind being the first person to 'help' her. At this point, the passersby stopped to watch the sudden outburst of a crazy lady and fat man, people from the bar rushed out to watch the fun too, betting on whose career would be ruined between the two and the answer couldn't be more obvious. ´What is it about a woman's nakedness that drives men crazy? A pretty face? So what?! Keep your d***s and hands to yourself, I don't want to be touched, I don't want to be looked at with those disgusting s****l gazes it irks me and irritates my skin.´ not knowing where she got the strength from, Isabella stood up with much difficulty on her barefoot, picking the two broken heels she threw them hard to the dainty glass window just above the head of her fuming boss. The window shattered into pieces. Large shards of glass fell on Mr. Shanks, he was too slow and hadn't expected Isabella to do something so out of character. His fat figure soon became a sorry gory bloody mess as loud shrieks and wails of anguish sprayed out of his mouth, he gripped his fat bloody face and stretched out his left hand frantically screaming; ´ambulance, call 911, someone call the cops, you useless bouncers seize her! I want her dead or alive, don´t let her escape!´. Isabella stood stiff, fear gripped her heart as her tiny figure swayed slightly preparing to escape the burly buff bouncers approaching her. ´What is going on here?´ A calm, serene, and aloof tone rang out instantly, the heavy tension in the air dispersed like the calm that comes with the steam in a hot spring, his sweet flowery scent spread through the street, captivating everyone that takes the slightest whiff of breath. 'It's Alexander Stone!' someone from the crowd inside the club cried out. At this point, the table has turned and on which side it favors depends on Alexander's mood, the tyranny of the business industry. Alexander Stone is a name capable of throwing the world into chaos, a name that could destroy a country's economy in seconds unapologetically. Alexander is that man that was introduced into the business world and in mere two years he rose the 'Stone Group' to its Peak, unbeatable! To lead a company from pieces to prosperity in the competitive industry it's to be known that his man is not to be trifled with. 'Mr. Alexander!' Mr. Shanks rushed out to receive Alexander, his prosperity and glory are only because of all the bars under the Stone group, this is the one Alexander frequents, although no one knows the reason they didn't dare ask and just attributed it to Shanks' bootlicking nature. 'What's going on here?' Alexander asks again but this time his voice froze a few degrees as his sharp nose caught a whiff of the nauseous smell of alcohol and blood. Mr. Shanks shuddered from the cold, his thick Layers of extra skin couldn't protect his bones from Alexander's icy countenance, he knew his next response determines whether he lives or dies, survives in the industry or be exiled to the countryside to plant and harvest crops for the rest of his life. 'Mr. Alexander, this bi- I mean this woman here insulted a guest, refused to fulfill her duty, and caused damage to our property…I'm also heavily wounded' Shanks ignored the dizziness hitting him from the pain of the glass shards stuck in his skin as he tried so hard to make Alexander disdain Isabella. It's either his luck or debacle to meet Alexander this night but he sure wants to use it to his advantage, it's game over as soon as Alexander gives him the order. Smiling inwardly at his smart thoughts Shanks waited patiently for Alexander to talk. Alexander surveyed the scene with his eagle sharp eyes, his gaze went over the crowd real quick then to Isabella's lone figure, lingering on her face for a second he paused then his eyes deepened as he surveyed her wounds with scrutinizing gaze a light flashed past his eyes but disappeared before anyone could notice. He gains his usual calm countenance back and proceeds to interrogate Isabella, throwing the crowd into a state of chaos. 'Alexander is acting out of character, it seems the young master also likes pure beauties' They thought, Shanks' doom is drawing near. 'What happened?' Alexander asked Isabella in a voice only both of them could hear, he moved a few inches closer to her. The monochrome night light shone on her face letting him get a clearer view as he imprinted the look on her face the first time she made eye contact with him deep in his heart, her eyes seemed to be pleading for help but at the same time resolute and bent on not giving in. He found it cute and exciting like a domestic cat acting like a tiger, he found it adorable and the urge to ruffle her hair itched his palms. He suppressed the urge and listened patiently to her explanation of the situation. The moment Alexander stepped into the picture, mild fear gripped Isabella's heart at this stranger with the oppressive aura. From the look on the crowd's faces she could tell he was a big shot that controls the whole situation, she broke out in cold sweat. She has never been one to depend on anyone, always trying to avoid trouble as much as possible for the sake of her family and she knows this young master is trouble. Her palm was soaked wet in a cold sweat trying to figure out how to avoid the situation but he approached her and in a calm, soft, and reassuring voice he asked her to explain the situation, he sounded like he would fight for her or it might have been her imagination due to her desperate wish to get out of the situation unscathed. As if hypnotized she began to talk as tears welled up in her eyes, a pitiful sight captivating the recipient making one fight the urge to wrap her weak frame in their arms. Her voice choked up a little from injustice and tears fell one after the other like tiny raindrops of a diamond from the light illuminating them on her face, instead of her tangled hair and ghastly smudged makeup to make her look mad and out of her mind, she looked pitiful, wronged and innocent making one want to avenge her and throw her enemies into the depths of the abyss. 'Alright' Alexander only said a word to her but his assistant immediately kicked Shanks in the knee. 'arrrAarghhhhhh' Shanks let out a toe-curling scream as his knees fell hard on broken glass, the glass seeps deep into his knee seemingly stuck in his joints preventing his movement, the assistant aimed well and was precise in his attack. The crowd gasped silently, not daring to make a sound louder than the wavelength acceptable to Alexander. Since Alexander entered the picture, the result of the game had been unpredictable. The people that placed a bet on Isabella before Alexander's arrival all because of her beauty rejoiced in their choice while the latter team tugged hard at their hair at their losses. Isabella watched the scene play with her eyes wide open, she had always thought deep in one corner of her heart that she would either leave her stained or a cold corpse. Until Alexander arrived, it never crossed her mind that she would escape this situation unscathed. 'Mr. Alexander I can explain, please don't let that slut seduce you and cloud your reasoning' Shanks held on to a tiny thread of hope. The crowd looked at him with pure pity in their eyes, he would be better off quiet but he chooses death himself. 'Oh, so my mind is so shallow I'm easily influenced?' Alexander asked with a smirk, the threatening thought behind his words unmarked. 'N-never Mr. Alexander, she's a snake, a vicious and sneaky b***h' Shanks furiously screamed hoping Alexander would stop being 'bewitched by her pretty face? The crowd shook their heads at his continuous display of foolishness, even an i***t could tell the young master had taken a liking to this young lady. 'Since when do our part-time singers offer escort duties to the VIP guests? Is your memory aging along with your age? You're not fit for this job, You're out' Alexander fired him ruthlessly, his tone firm leaving no room for rebuttal. 'Drag him out and take care of him ' Alexander gave his final order. 'A-are you going to kill him?' Isabella summoned all the courage of a lifetime to squeeze those words out, she gripped the hem of her dress to hide her shaky hands. 'Do you want me to?' Alexander threw a question back 'No, Don't…that's enough damage done' Isabella replied shyly, being stared down by Alexander gives her shivers and butterflies. Unknowing to her, their first encounter is a lucky one but the coming days felt unbearable. Seeing the major issues have been solved and the main perpetrator has been taken out of the scene, Isabella exited quietly blending into the crowd and leaving Alexander stunned at her chameleon skill. His eyes lingered on the empty spot she stood on before a playful smile danced on his lips.