Be My Hero, Not My Dominant Andrew

“You annoying little runt,” Patricia, Alejandro's daughter, growled at Isabelle, landing a resounding slap on her cheeks.Isabelle sucked in air through her teeth as she ran her quivering hand over her reddening cheeks, her other hand stiff by her side.“What did I do now?” she asked as tears gathered in her large eyes.“I'm going to assume you did not just ask me that,” Patricia answered as she inched towards Isabelle, both fists balled. “What did I tell you about my laundry?” she asked, spittle blasting in Isabelle's face. She had to squeeze her face and step back.Isabelle stood mute, her head down, her palm glued to her aching cheek.“Answer me, and stop looking at my shoes like an idiot,” she growled, pushing Isabelle by the shoulder, making her stumble back and hit the back of her head on the wall.“Ma… Madam asked me to drop everything I was supposed to do to run an errand for her, so I… I just gave everything to the laundry man,” Isabelle stammered and swallowed hard as she st

They all turned to the door and saw an angry Andrew holding a shotgun.Patricia knew Isabelle blew up the whole deal the moment she saw Andrew, and she scoffed.Alejandro and Margaret jumped to their feet as Andrew shot at the ceiling.“You disgusting pig,” he growled, “tried to fool me. Do you have any idea who I am?” Andrew roared.“I told you she'd never pass as me,” Patricia muttered.“Silence!” he shouted as he let out another shot.Isabelle was still outside, pacing. She was scared to see her uncle's face.When she heard the gunshots, she thought her uncle had hurt Andrew. She raced inside the office with her head down and fell on her knees.Everyone turned their gazes to her, and she didn't notice. She fell to her knees and cried out, “I'm sorry, Uncle. I tried all I could to please the client.”“It seemed you just weren't enough,” Andrew sneered.Isabelle raised her head slowly to see her uncle and his wife shivering in Andrew's presence. Her eyes widened in shock. “Was this e