Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 42
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????(His Sweet Torture)????
Ace dropped Isabella off at precisely ten o’clock. She sat in the car, clutching her bag a little tighter than usual.
“Tonight was fun,” she mumbled, her cheeks flushed with shyness.
“Yeah, I love it when your tongue plays with my tongue ring. I should wear a bigger one next time, just for you,” he winked.
“Hey!” Isabella’s cheeks grew even redder. She glanced at the clock and gasped. “10:01! My mom told me to be home before ten. I’m so dead,” she mumbled, packing the things he bought for her to leave but before she could touch the car door, Ace pulled her back.
“Will you go out with me again?” He asked.
“Set the date,” she winked and opened the car door to step out, but on second thought, she rushed back to him and pressed her lips against his. He cupped her face, deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. His lips left hers and trailed to her neck.
“You should leave now, Isabella, before I change my mind and take you home with me,” he grunted, struggling to let go of her.
“Good night,” Isabella breathed.
“Good night,” Ace replied, watching her as she walked inside. Before she opened the door, she turned back and waved at him then went in completely.
Ace smiled to himself and drove off.
Isabella snuck into the house to avoid her mom. The lights were off, and she tiptoed to her room, turning on the light—only to jump in surprise when she saw her mom sitting on the bed.
“I told you to be home before ten, and it’s after ten,” Sofia said, her expression serious.
“Actually, we… we got caught in traffic, and… and,” Isabella stammered, but stopped when she saw Sofia wasn’t buying it.
“I’m sorry, Mom. We really tried our best to meet the curfew. I didn’t mean to be a few minutes late,” Isabella apologized, sitting beside Sofia with a soft, pleading look.
“So, do you like him?” Sofia asked, and Isabella blinked in surprise. Like him? They’d just gone out and kissed a lot.
“Your cheeks are turning pink,” Sofia pointed out.
“No, Mom, I…” Isabella shyly covered her face.
“It’s okay to feel this way. He’s a very good-looking guy, but remember, you’re still in high school. Things aren’t always what they seem. I won’t stop you from having fun, but don’t lose yourself, Isabella. Remember who you are,” Sofia advised, gently squeezing her daughter’s shoulders.
“Thanks, Mom,” Isabella smiled and hugged her mother. Sofia then left the room, closing the door behind her.
Isabella sighed and checked her phone to see if Brett had replied. She’d been checking all night, but he hadn’t said anything about the picture she sent earlier. She sighed again, setting her phone aside and staring at the ceiling, wondering why boys could be so complicated.
Ace came back to her mind—his lips, his tongue on hers, and the taste of his tongue ring. She could still taste the metal. She hugged her pillow tight, unable to get it out of her mind.
••••••••••••••
NEXT MORNING, RUIZ RESIDENCE
Camila descended the stairs, dragging her luggage behind her. Alejandro was sitting on the sofa, his legs crossed. When he saw her struggling, a frown creased his face.
“Aren’t there any maids to help you?” he asked, standing up to take the luggage from her.
“It’s just luggage. I did it myself once, remember?” she reminded him, and he grimaced at the memory.
“Can we not talk about that anymore? Thank you,” he rolled his eyes and handed the luggage to a maid to take outside.
“I’m hungry,” Camila mumbled.
“Of course you are,” Alejandro smirked, leading her to the dining table. Lucy had just finished arranging a feast, and Camila eagerly took her seat, rubbing her hands in anticipation.
“Can you get any less excited when you see food?” Alejandro groaned, but Camila scoffed, picking up a piece of bread.
“What could be better than food?”
“My dck,” Alejandro shrugged. “It’d taste even better buried deep in your pssy,” he added, making Camila’s cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“Why are you so red? Are you starting to picture it?” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows, while Camila resisted the urge to throw the bread at him.
“You’re unbelievable,” she scoffed.
Alejandro enjoyed teasing her, but they didn’t have much time, so he let her eat in peace. He also grabbed some pancakes, and once they were done, he took her hand and led her out.
Peter quickly opened the car door for them, and another car carried their luggage. The ride to the airport began. Mexico, here they come.
••••••••••••••
BRIARWOOD SCHOOL
Isabella arrived at school, all smiles. She went to her locker, expecting a sweet chocolate from Brett but found a rose and a letter instead.
She opened the letter: I saw this flower and noticed it smelled like you, so I want you to have it. Can’t wait to see you again today. — Ace.
She smiled, taking the rose and smelling it.
“You only smile like that for one person, and my gut tells me it’s not Elijah,” a voice said from behind. Isabella turned to see Valeria. She quickly put the flower back in her locker.
“What do you want?” she frowned.
“Sister-in-law, relax. We’re not enemies,” Valeria smirked.
“Oh, we are. And don’t call me sister-in-law because I don’t consider you one,” Isabella frowned even deeper.
Valeria scoffed. “No one hates you more than me, but what can I say? Your sister is married to my brother, anyway,” she rolled her eyes.
“What do you want, Valeria?” Isabella asked dryly.
“So, you’re going out with Ace now?” Valeria inquired.
“Why? So you can take him too? As if taking my crown, my friends, and my spot, and Elijah wasn’t enough?” Isabella snapped.
“I don’t want Ace, but what would your friend think about it? I mean, you broke girl code. You know how much Chappell likes him, right?” Valeria smirked, inspecting her nails.
“What are you getting at? Chappell isn’t my friend anymore, and I don’t care what anyone thinks. Go ahead, tarnish my name. I have nothing else to lose,” Isabella scoffed and made to leave but turned back.
“Did you not brush your hair this morning? It looks rough, and I don’t think you oiled it because it’s dry too,” she commented, giving Valeria’s hair a critical look, which made her visibly uncomfortable.
“You didn’t put on lip gloss either. Did people see you like this?” Isabella added, flashing a sweet smile before walking away.
Valeria scoffed and went to her locker to check herself in a small mirror. Indeed, her hair was rough, and how could she forget lip gloss? Her thoughts were interrupted when she found a picture of a familiar girl. Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked around, checking if anyone was nearby.
She quickly tore the picture and threw it in a flower pot before hurrying away.
•••••••••••••
MEXICO
The plane finally touched down in Mexico after several hours. The stairs rolled down, and Alejandro descended with Diego, Camila, and several bodyguards who helped with their luggage. Alejandro made sure Camila was by his side, holding her hand protectively as they approached a grand building.
“Mr. Alejandro Ruiz, I never thought I’d see you here again,” a man around his age approached, dressed in a long coat with a scarf around his neck.
His eyes fell on Camila. “I heard you got married. This must be your wife. She’s stunning,” he smiled, extending his hand for a handshake.
Camila smiled, trying to free her hand from Alejandro’s grip, but he didn’t let go. She looked at him, noticing the warning look he flashed at the man.
“Chill, oh my God. Possessive as always,” the man rolled his eyes and introduced himself to Camila. “My name is Chandler Landon, a really good friend of your husband,” he said, winking at Alejandro, who didn’t respond.
“Chandler, I told you to call me when they arrived!” a feminine voice called out as quick footsteps approached, and a striking woman appeared before them.
“Oh my God, Alejandro! You’ve grown so much!” she exclaimed, throwing herself into his arms, causing Camila to frown deeply.
The woman quickly pulled away and faced Camila.
“You’re his wife? We heard he got married!” she said excitedly, and before Camila could reply, the woman wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into a warm hug.
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