THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIRESS'S REVENGE

Chapter Four

Isabella

I stared at my phone in contempt the moment it buzzed. Yesterday, back at the Rodriguez mansion, i finally broke things off with Viktor and now he has been calling me relentlessly but i ignored both his calls and messages.

My phone pinged again loudly with tons of messages.

‘Did i do something wrong?’

‘Has work been stressing you lately?’

‘I haven’t been taking care of you lately, have i?’

‘Reply me!’

‘I’ll wait for you, message me when you’re ready to talk.’

‘I love you.’

I rolled my eyes in disgust. Old me would have stupidly rolled on the floor at his messages and forgave him so easily.

I kept blocking every number he used in calling and messaging me. As if calling with unknown numbers wasn't enough, now he was sending text messages that were out of line. I never knew he could be this pathetic and cunny, acting like a saint.

My phone buzzed on the table again. I sighed in frustration, wasn’t he going to give up?

I accepted the call instantly and yelled, my eyes bulging from their sockets, “How many times would i have to tell you that i have nothing else to say to you,” The caller was silent and i scoffed, “I told you, i don’t want to see you so stop messaging and calling me with random numbers.”

The other end of the call was silent. When I was sure he understood what i was trying to say, I reached to end the call then i heard his voice.

“I didn’t expect such a reaction coming from you.”

What? This wasn’t Viktor’s voice. It was him, Lorenzo.

As if on cue to confirm it was truly Lorenzo or not, “Didn’t you say you wanted to meet up? I wasn’t expecting this, maybe it was bad timing?”

“Good day.” He added.

“Hold on.” I yelled before he would hang up.

“Is this Lorenzo?” I asked again to be sure, why was he calling me out of the blue especially after the way he spoke to me that day.

“Yes,” then he continued, “Were you expecting someone else’s call? I can hang up if that’s the case.”

“You wanted to date me but then became single?”

“Pardon?” I replied almost immediately in confusion.

“If you are truly interested in dating me, I’ll send you an address, see you soon.” His reply was curt but i couldn’t care less.

“Wait, why are you-?” I was about to say something before he interrupted.

“Good day.” Then he hung up.

After the three beeps, i stared at my phone in disbelief. Why did he suddenly change his mind? Just yesterday, he didn’t seem interested but now he was all in?

My phone pinged. It was a message from him: 6, Maple Avenue street. Hotel room 304.

More than anything, i was desperate. This is all part of my revenge plan and i needed him the most. Whether this was a trap or an opportunity, I’ll make it work nonetheless.

Lorenzo

I crossed my legs, pouring the whiskey into the glass then taking a little sip.

I never planned for it to turn out this way but i have to use any opportunity I’ve got. Let’s see how far she can go with this revenge of hers and how desperately she wants it.

Recalling Camilla calling me impotent and cheating on me with Isabella’s fiance, i clenched the glass of whiskey in anger. After everything I’ve done for her and her ungrateful family, the only thing i get is being cheated on and called impotent. A smirk crept up my lips, turning my eyes deadly.

I shrugged, it doesn't necessarily has to be Camilla. It can always be someone else. Whatever Isabella wants, I’ll give it to her and she will give me whatever i want in return.

The doorbell to my room rang loudly twice and that deadly smirk crept back to my lips.

“Speak of the devil herself.” I muttered to myself and made my way to the door.

I wonder what personality she will portray today.

“We meet again, Lorenzo.” Her soft voice spoke the moment she was in the room. Her hair was tied in a bun and she wore a baggy top and jeans trouser accompanied short black heels, her earrings dangling freely in her ears. She really was mysterious and interesting.

Before i could say anything, she walked in further, her eyes scanning every corner and i was followed her from behind.

Her eyes stopped at the table where my whiskey and glass cup was and eyed it gently, “Were you having a drink before i arrived?”

i nodded, “Want to have some with me?”

Before she could reply, i poured a glass then handed it over to her. In a few seconds, she gulped it all.

I was shocked, but hid it well.

“It might be too strong for you. It’s very-” Before i could finish the statement, she coughed.

“I thought so.” I muttered to myself and offered her a glass of water. Again, she gulped the glass of water in one go.

“Enough of this, let’s do it now before i change my mind.” She said.

I feigned ignorance, “Do what? Drink?”

She frowned, her lips twitched, “You know the reason why I’m here and you clearly know that it’s not for a drink.”

I smirked, “Then why exactly did you come here without asking any questions after i texted you the address.”

Her eyes flickered in anger, she was daring and i liked it. She took a step closer to me, staring intensely into my eyes, “Don’t pretend like you don’t know why i came here.”

I gestured to the nearby sofa, “Why don’t we talk about this. Our goals and aims.”

She was reluctant but pretty amusing to watch, her reluctant expression slowly softened and she walked over to the sofa.

I cleared my throat, trying to hide the smirk on my lips, “What exactly do you want from me and why did you choose me?” I added, “Is revenge your only goal or you would still need more from me?

The hatred in her eyes were visible. She shut them close immediately but it was still evident in her face and body movements; clenching of fist, biting her lower lip and awkwardly tapping her legs on the ground.

“I want to crush him completely.” Those words came out from a gritted teeth, every sentence held hatred.

“He called me a log of wood, praised Camilla and spoke lowly of me. I want to prove to him that everything he said was a lie and i am better off without him,” She breathed in gently, probably trying to gather her thoughts, “As for Camilla, i want her to go down with him and go through the same pain I’ve felt in that house for years!”

I rubbed my temples trying to keep up with everything she just said, obviously, she was hungry for revenge. I squinted my eyes, trying to read through her, “And have you thought of any plan on how to do it?”

“Actually, that’s where you come in. I want you to date me, that way I’d be able to carry out my revenge perfectly with you by my side.”

I scoffed, she was beginning to get delusional. Me? Help her?

“And what made you think I’d help you? Especially when I’m not getting anything in return? I don’t work like that.”

She was silent, her head slowly lowered and her eyes stayed fixed to the ground. I was curious to see how far she could go, how desperate she was. Is she just going to give up now? Maybe she needs a little push.

“Leave.” I instructed, arms crossed with a straight face.

“What?” She jolted from the sofa. That was it, i saw those desperate expression flicker in her eyes once again just like when i talked to her in the garden. She had that same expression on right now.

“Please, give me a chance. You won’t regret it, i promise.”

“What makes you think i won’t regret this?” I stood up too and walked closer to her.

“Just do this for me, then you’d prove to Camilla that you aren’t impotent.”

I took a step closer to her, “I couldn’t care less if she calls me impotent. If you want me to prove it to you right now, I can.”

“Date me and you won’t regret it. I’ll tell you everything i know about business and i would help you a lot.”

I was silent, this was really getting amusing. I never knew she could be this desperate.

“Before i would agree to this, i need to know if you are good at pretending. I need to confirm if you can act confidently as my girlfriend.”

She poured herself a glass of whiskey and gulped it in a go, just like earlier. She walked closer to me, i took a step backward unsure of what she wanted to do. Her eyes glowed with something i can’t quite put my finger on.

A frown settled on my lips. What was she trying to do? I strictly said she should show me how well she could act, not come closer to me.

“Miss Isabella, what are you trying to-” She stopped me half way by placing her hands on my lips and smiled sweetly. Her smile softened my frown and i pursed my lip into a thin line.

“How about you agree to dating me and i show you how well i can act and love you?”

For the first time in many years, my heart skipped a beat.