Patricia Wilson
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The third point of view: Thanks to the increasing tension and reaction in his body, Julie choose to pick his phone and distract himself with whatever he could find online. "The guest room is ready, you should go and have a sleep. You must be stressed out," Honestly, he just wanted her away as he couldn't trust himself around her. But Anabelle replied, "I'm not sleepy yet," and sat down beside him. "What are you watching?" She snuggled closer to him on the sofa and he fought against the urge to…
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The third point of view: Julie was fast asleep when he heard movements. His type of work trained him to be a light sleeper, always alert in times of danger just like now. Although he sensed the approaching shadow, he regulated his breath and feigned to be asleep - hopefully, whoever that was doesn't have a gun. This wasn't the first time they had attempted to assassinate him. Yes, it had been a while since the attack came, he never ruled out the possibility of one happening right under his nose.…
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The third point of view: "So what do you want me to do then?" This was the first information Isabella received from Pedro's call. He was outside the lawn and had his back turned to her, unaware of her presence nor did she intend to inform him. Isabella stood behind him without moving, call her creepy, but that was her idea of eavesdropping. Thankfully, the light bulb shone brightly in the dark else Pedro would have died of a heart attack when he does turn. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! I…
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Thanks for the golden ticket ???? The third point of view: Rita was asking for trouble, Pedro could sense that and if anything, Isabella was in love with trouble. Hence, he had to step in before things got messy. "I don't think that's -" "Sure," Isabella responded to the request, "I'll help out with the serving," Pedro turned to her, "You're a guest here, it's not your responsibility to do that," He said that but in reality, he was begging her to stay still. "Why are you so worked up,…
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Note* not edited The third point of view: As the legitimate heir and first-born son, Pedro controlled all of Fernandez's wealth as expected - and a certain person was not happy with that. "What did you do with the gift I sent to him?" there was slight anger in his tone. Isabella understood at that moment that Pedro must have put a lot of care into the gift and yet, the woman tossed it away like shit. If it was her, she would have buried this witch long ago but Pedro wouldn't. Kind, peaceful…
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The third point of view: Note - not edited It was already sundown by the time they drove into the compound. Pedro told Isabella his paternal side of the family wanted to have dinner and spend time with her before their wedding day. Even though it was the first of them meeting officially, Isabella was not nervous, if anything, she was calm. Isabella was strangely calm that Pedro had to ask if she was fine. "I'm fine," Was all she said before getting out of the car. She knew Fernandez's side of…
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The third point of view: "Hi babe," Isabella walked into his office without knocking, flung her purse to God knows where and walked over to Pedro who was giving instructions to a woman clad formally in a simple black shirt and a silk pencil skirt. Pedro's face lit up like Christmas as if the dazzling sun just shined its rays upon his life. He dismissed the woman who bowed and left. Isabella ignored the unfamiliar woman who bowed to her as well, her whole intent on Pedro. But then, even with her…
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The third point of view: Life was the same; eat, grow, get married, birth a newer generation,?and die. Humans engaged in the same endless cycle and Isabella was about to become one of them. The click-clack of heels disturbed her from her train of thoughts. Isabella lifted her eyes, her gaze lazily resting on Anabelle who strode over to her in ridiculously high heels. "Hey!" Isabella asked, "Are you a giraffe?" how could her stupid cousin wear such high heels when she was naturally tall.…
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The third point of view: Anabelle was treated to a minute of her parent's "onslaught" and the first thing that came to mind was to cover Alison's eyes. Her sister was too young to be corrupted. However, when her parents finally ended their passionate kissing and she took off her hands, the grin on Allison's face told Anabelle the girl knew more than she thought. It seems her parent's public display of affection was a daily occurrence. The next minute was spent with her father Eden trying to woo…
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The third point of view : "And one... And two... Turn to the left... with style," Anabelle instructed her little sister, Allison. The both of them had used the living room as some sort of runway. "Hey," Camille, their mother walked into them, posing, "What are you teaching her again?" "How to awe the world in a single photoshoot," Anabelle replied and focused her phone camera on both of them, "Now, do you remember what I taught you?" she asked her little girl. "Of course," Alison stated,…
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