世界上最不安全的人

Chapter 751 - Seven Hundred And Fifty-one: No Coming Back

The third point of view:

Isabella and Pedro were in one of the rooms in the manor. They were due to come out and welcome the guests in attendance, however, both couples were seated in front of the dresser and didn't say a word to one another.

Isabella dyed her hair platinum blonde again since the previous?ones had faded exposing her brown root. Her hair was then blown dried before it was slicked back with the help of a gell. A shine serum was then added over the top and sides to calm flyaways and create mirrorlike shine. She wore a metallic faux spaghetti strap evening gown that showed off quite a cleavage.

Isabella looked cool and chic on the outside, but on the inside, she was as scared as a chicken. It was better for him to see what was on the surface than the inside. On the outside, she was bold, happy and powerful and that was what people needed to see. No one should see her demons.

She was startled when someone touched her hand and she glanced up to see that it was no one but Pedro. A sigh escaped her lips and she took his hand in hers.

He looked equally cool and sharp in a brown blazer and black dress pants while his blonde hair was in neat and striking undercut Pampadour. The couples looked glamorous and as one would term them, 'a match made in heaven', sadly, there was currently trouble in heaven already.

"Today was supposed to be our happy day," Isabella said after a while of silence, a wry smile on her lips, "Maybe this is karma,"

Pedro tightened his grip around her hand, looking into her tired gaze, "You don't have to do this you know?" he said to her, "This is all my fault and I should bear the consequences alone. You don't deserve to go through this, perhaps, you deserve someone better than me,"

He winced at his last comment. What if Isabella took his words to heart and found someone better? The thought of it hurt him but he deserved it - Isabella deserved better.

"And leave you for who? Her?" Isabella snorted a laugher, "Sorry darling, but you're stuck with me forever. It's for better, for worse, love," she reminded him of their pending vow.

Pedro laughed, tears of gratitude filling his eyes.

"Seriously, don't cry else people might think I threatened you into this marriage. It's not enough they wonder how the white witch bewitched you and now she's about to pull you down into the deep waters of marriage. Why am I imagined as a character from a horror movie?" Isabella found it a bit irritating even though it aided her scary reputation.

Pedro smiled then pulled her closer to his side, "Don't mind them, they're all jealous. But don't worry, even if indeed a witch, like a lamb to the slaughter, I'll still fall for you," He professed to her.

Isabella was stunned, that was so cheesy yet it made her heart miss a beat. And then as Pedro continued to shower her with his smiling expression, she came to a startling revelation, she couldn't do without this man.

"I love you," It didn't just come out of her mouth. Isabella meant it and she needed him to know it.

Pedro gulped, he didn't see that one coming. Wasn't he supposed to be the proactive one in the relationship? Gosh, he was blushing.

Isabella went on, "Even if you get a thousand women pregnant, I'll still love you after I get rid of all of them in our way,"

And she had to ruin this romantic moment with that comment, Pedro mentally facepalmed. Thankfully, Isabella wasn't a male else no woman would want to date him because of her crude bluntness. However before he could respond to her love confession, she beat him to it.

"You said I deserve someone better," Isabella held his gaze, "I'm telling you the same now," She threw closer to him from across her seat as if to make her words, "Pedro, you better find someone else because once you're mine, you're mine forever. No going back, no separation,"

"That doesn't seem like a bad idea," Pedro accepted her terms without hesitation,"There's no looking back now," He cupped her face, his gaze flickering down to her lips and he threw closer with the intention to claim her lips.

Isabella tilted her head positioning herself for the kiss and their nose touched, renaming for their lips to fuse when the door suddenly snapped open and a vexed Anabelle came in.

"Christ Jesus! Don't tell me you both have been lovey-dovey in here all this while leaving the people outside stranded?!" She exclaimed, shocked.

Anabelle didn't give them chance as she continued, "I can't believe I have to take care of Julie and the both of you as well. Gosh, I ain't your mamas!" She complained yet her eyes shone when Isabella stood up.

"Oh my gosh! You look beautiful!" Anabelle cupped her mouth, the tears a minute away from falling down the cheek, "You're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen,"

Isabella was touched by her statement and was just about to comment sweetly like a normal human being for once when Julie came in and said, "She's not more beautiful than you,"

Anabelle turned to him, surprised, "Aww, that's so sweet," she tossed an air kiss to him.

At once, Isabella jutted out her chin and swallowed the compliment that almost left her lips. Thank God, she didn't say that.

"Thank you so much my dear Fiancé for standing by your fiancée but right now, I need to gush over my COUSIN!" Anabelle went back to admiring her dress and that gesture brought a smirk of satisfaction to Isabella's face while Julie shook his head with a sigh.

Anabelle was really hopeless.

"You know what would be so satisfying if you announcing your pregnancy on a special night like this," Anabelle wished.

"Don't worry, I'd do that after our honeymoon, so please keep your mouth shut till down," Isabella said, her gaze intent on Anabelle with a warning.

"Of course, your secret is safe with me this time, I promise. You don't have to be scared this time," Anabelle gestured locking her mouth and throwing the lock.

But even with that, Isabella was more than scared.