Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

"Julie, it's me," Isabella whispered into the ears of the peaceful-looking Julie deep asleep. When he didn't respond, she began to poke his nose. 

"Isabella, what are you doing?" Pedro asked with confusion. Why was she trying to wake him up? They had come to visit, not disturb him - Julie needed all the rest he could. 

"I'm trying to wake him up?" Isabella replied to him without even as much as a glance over her shoulder. 

"Alright," He said without much thought, "Wait, what?!" His senses came back around. Pedro threw his hands up, "Why are you trying to wake him up, Isabella? He's a patient for crying out loud. He needs sleep,"

"Anabelle?" they heard a groan from the patient called Julie.

"Well, guess who's awake? Lucky me," Isabella was delighted with how everything turned out to be.

Julie groaned, rising on his elbows and cast a skeptical look at Isabella, he asked, "Am I dead? Because it wouldn't surprise me if you're the gatekeeper of hell,"

Isabella rolled her eyes, "Nope, you're not dead even though I wish you were dead..."

Pedro gave her a warning scowl that spelled 'behave'

"But then," She added, "That would break Anabelle's heart, plus the fact I'm not ready to become a bereaved fiancée. Trust me, I won't shed a tear," Isabella made it plain to him. 

"Fine," Julie sat up with effort, 

"What are you doing to me? I know you're up to something and where is Anabelle?" he ran his gaze over the place as if they were hiding Anabelle or something. 

"I'm..." Isabella looked at Pedro and rephrased, "Well, we are taking you away," 

"We are?!" Pedro was more shocked than Julie. 

"You what?" The boy was disoriented, feeling dizzy for a moment, "Could someone tell me what the hell is going on here?" Julie gestured. Everything was happening too quickly than his weak state could comprehend. 

"For starters," Isabella narrated, "Your future with Anabelle at the moment is 0.00° bleak since your family just established a feud. So I'm trying to take you to a place where they wouldn't be able to find the both of you - at least until they come to their senses, "

"Wow," Pedro breathed, amazed at his intelligent girlfriend. He wished he could just lift her off her feet and kiss - boner alert - let's not go there at the moment.

"Anabelle is right," Isabella continued, "Although I believe it was fate, I was the one who messed everything up and I have to fix it, no matter how hard it seems," She breathed, "This is the only alternative I know to make things right," 

"That's thoughtful of you," Julie appreciated her for the first time which brought a smile on her lips, "We'd go with it, but first of all, where's Anabelle?" Julie was more concerned about his girlfriend. If he was poisoned, that meant Anabelle was as well since they ate from the same plate. 

"The next room," She answered.

"Let's go then,"

"Would you be okay though," Pedro asked him, "I mean you were poisoned and all. You could use me for support, I don't mind,"

"I've encountered things worse than this, Pedro. Moreover, it's the love of my life we're talking here, there's no room for weakness," 

"Well, if you say so," the boy shrugged, taking back his offer of help. 

"Let's go. We don't have much time," Isabella reminded them.

Instantly, they went over to the room opposite Julie's and as expected, Anabelle was having her beauty sleep. Without second thoughts, Isabella ripped off the Iv drip connected to her body and said to no one in particular, "Take her,"

Julie stepped forward but Pedro stopped him by pressing a hand on his chest, "I know you're strong, but I don't think you can carry her for God knows how long? Your body is still recuperating from the poison, don't stress it," 

Julie wanted to protest, however, he knew the boy was right and gave in reluctantly, "Alright, but don't try anything funny with her," 

Thankfully, he was grateful they weren't wearing hospital gowns - it always left him feeling open and vulnerable. 

Pedro in return gave Julie a dirty look. Why would he feel Anabelle inappropriately when he was dying to touch his girlfriend over there. It seems that Julie hadn't gotten over the fact that he and Anabelle were once a couple. 

He went over and lifted Anabelle off the bed. She stirred, but apart from that, the girl didn't make any other reaction and went back to sleep. 

"Could you two stop quibbling like women and get your ass moving... Oh shit… " Isabella's expression changed.

"That doesn't look good," Pedro knew her like the back of his hand. That look on her meant something was not right

"What is it?" Julie didn't like the bad feeling in his guts. 

"I just remembered your grandfather left two guards at the entrance of the corridor," she disclosed. 

"Now, I remember, that's right," Pedro confirmed. The men had to identify him before he was granted access to this ward. 

"So you're trying to say that all of this was for nothing," Julie couldn't believe her, "Can't we just draw them away from there or something?" 

"Well… " an idea hit Isabella, "We can!" her expression brightened with a plan. 

"I don't like the sound of that," Pedro knew her plan couldn't be good. 

Isabella turned to coax Pedro, "Babe, don't worry, I won't kill anyone," 

"What?!" 

She just made it worse. 

"I mean, Julie's people wouldn't hurt me, they trust me which gives me some sort of headstart," she tugged on the hem of his shirt that had ridden up when he carried Anabelle in his arms. 

"Isabella, I can't let you -" 

"Please," She opened her eyes a little wide, fluttered her eyebrows, and stuck her bottom lip out, while tilting her head a little downward, and looked upward at Pedro, giving him a puppy look. 

"My answer remains the -" Pedro didn't get to finish the rest of his statement since Isabella caressed her hand over his exposed skin - thanks to his slid-up shirt. 

A shiver traveled down his spine and Pedro found out he couldn't concentrate on Anabelle in his arms and Isabella messing around with him at the same time. 

"Please?" Isabella batted her eyelids at him seductively. She knew the power she wielded over him and how to use it. 

"This is no time to flirt. Our time is running out," Julie notified them, a bit disgruntled at their public display of affection. 

"Fine, do it," Pedro gave in at last. Not that he could have lasted under her torment anyway. 

"Thank God," Julie was grateful, he was about to go rip those couples apart, "Now, what's the plan?"