?BETROTHED
TO A
MISANDRIST ??
(? Fire and ice…?)
By: Diamond Zayne ✍?
LIKE, COMMENT AND SHARE!!!
CHAPTER 52&53
‼️DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ‼️
°° LOVEY-DOVEY/ EMOTIONS °°
“This is selfishness! You promised to help me with my mom’s surgical bills but you still haven’t, my mom’s life is in a critical condition right now,,, just give me the darn money.” Marianna yelled at her.
Bella who had been backing her turned.
“What part of the English I spoke didn’t you get? I told you I don’t have money, don’t bother my life. I have other important things to do rather than listening to a poor church rat like you.” She sassed.
“You should know that I know your secret and I can walk up to Yolanda and tell her everything… Give me my money now that I’m still cool else…”
“Else what! What will you do?” Bella dared, glaring dangerously at her.
“I’ll tell Yolanda everything and make sure you rot in jail.” She said, fiercely and Bella bursted into an erupt laughter making Marianna furrowed her brows.
What’s funny??
“And what make you think that you can just walk up to Yolanda and spout out this to her and she will believe you… You must be a dreamer.” She laughed again and Marianna smirked.
“I knew you too well to record our conversation.” She said showing her, her phone and Bella’s eyes widened.
“You…”
“Your end is near trust me…” She said and began walking out of the old convent.
“You! Wait!” Bella rushed to her, pulling her by her hair.
“Arrghh!” Marianna yelped holding her hair.
“You think I’ll let you go just like that, never! Now delete that audio.” She instructed and Marianna scoffed.
“You better kíll me if you want the audio deleted.” With that, she elbowed her and Bella’s grip loosened.
Marianna turned to face her, pocketing the phone.
“Bítch like you deserve to be taught a lesson that will never be forgotten in a hurry.” She said and grabbed her hair, Bella yelped.
“Now you know what it feels like, bítch.” She slapped her hard on her cheek before pushing her roughly to the ground.
“Ahhh!!” Bella winced, as her elbow scratched the ground in the process, giving her a wound.
Marianna glared h@ťěfully at her before leaving the convent.
Bella shook her head, she couldn’t let her go away with that recording or she was doomed.
She thought, getting on her feet and began chasing Bella.
Marianna ran through the bushy path, trying to make her way to the road. She was aware of Bella who was chasing her.
“Ahh.” She winced as she sprained her ankles, she was almost at the roadside.
She didn’t want Bella to catch up with her, that girl was darn dangerous so she quickly stood on her feet and continued running.
But as a result of her sprained ankle, Bella caught up with her.
“Let go off me, help! Anyone around!” She screamed, she could see the road now and not much car was driving on the street cos it was late.
“Bítch! Give me the darn phone.” She demanded, forcefully searching her pocket.
She collected the phone and smirked, pushing her roughly.
She threw the phone on the ground, marching it harshly, destroying it completely.
Marianna smirked. “So what if you’ve destroyed the phone, I’m still here.” She said and Bella smirked.
“I know that, that’s why I want to get rid off you as well.” She said and Marianna arched her brows.
“Wh-hat do… you mean??” She stuttered and her smirk only grew wide.
“Look over there.” She said and immediately Marianna looked forward, at the road… She pushed her hard and she collided with an incoming car knocking her down.
Blood oozed from her head as she lost consciousness.
Bella smirked at the sight. “You were right after all, I’ll to kíll you first before I get the recording… Next time you don’t mess with Isabella Mendes.” She said, dusting her palms, she turned around and started leaving, unnoticed.
Fernando came down from his car quickly, rushing to the girl he just hit.
The f-__-k! How did this happen??
He wondered. He arrived Mexico three days ago and currently, he was returning from a club.
Yes! He was drunk, but he was very conscious and aware of his driving technics… How did he hit her??
He wondered, now the drink had already cleared off his eyes.
He bent and checked her pulse, luckily for him, she was still breathing.
He lifted her, taking to his car back seat. He dropped her before entering the driver’s seat. He wore his seatbelt and turned on his ignition, then he raced off.
“Please don’t díe.” He murmured as he drove cràzily to the nearest hospital.
He couldn’t kîll someone.
°°°°°