The Confrontation

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Andrea has been on the phone for over half an hour listening to his nagging Father.

 “Dad, I brought her into my house, and so?” He asked sharply into the phone, sounding irritated.

Andrea stood beside the large glass window in his study, he watched as his reflection stared back at him.

His fingers were drumming lightly against the glass as he spoke. The call was on speaker, and his father’s voice filled the room from the other end.

“She’s carrying my child,” Andrea continued, his tone firm. 

“I can’t have her wandering the entire city and risking the health of my child.” He said, trying to make a point, there was a brief pause.

“When did you become so possessive?” his father suddenly asked coldly.

 Andrea inhaled deeply, before he could reply, the old man spoke again, his voice heavier this time.

“I left Isabel in your care before I traveled,” his father said slowly, “and instead of watching over her, you treated her like trash and cheated on her with her best friend.”

“You even divorced her,” the old man continued. “You are so shameless.”

“If only he knew she divorced me first”. Andrea thought bitterly, rolling his eyes, sometimes he wondered why he's still keeping her, is it because he really cares for the child, or he just loves her so much and is afraid to let her go.

Love her? No, never, he reasoned.

“You have to let her go,” his father said firmly. “If you don’t, I will take custody into my own hands.”

What the hell is this old man saying, I can't let her go.

“I can’t let her go, Dad,” Andrea replied. “She’s my responsibility now.”

Before his father could respond, loud noises echoed from outside the mansion, sound of angry voices, shouting. Andrea frowned.

Who could be disturbing the peace of his home? His staffs are organized and do not go about arguing like women.

“What is that noise?” his father asked from the other end, but he didn't reply as he walked towards the window and pulled the curtain aside.

“Andrea? Are you listening to me?” his father asked, but got no response.

Below, in the compound, Andrea saw Miguel, he was standing and arguing with the security, his face was twisted with rage. 

He was shouting, pointing angrily toward the house, Andrea grin wildly, what an affectionate way to display his love for his sister, but coming to his house to bark like a dog was the worst mistake he had made.

“Hello? Hello, Andrea?” his father’s voice came again through the phone.

 Andrea’s fingers tightened around the curtain, he ended the call without another word, turned and walked out of the study.

Outside, the guards had already surrounded Miguel, holding him back as he struggled fiercely against them.

“You bastard!” Miguel yelled the moment he saw Andrea.

He tried to lunge forward, but the guards grabbed him firmly by the arms.

Andrea stopped a few steps away, his expression was blank, yet dangerous.

“It’s the nerve of you,” Andrea said coldly, “to come to my house and try to fight me.”

Miguel struggled harder, his face red with anger.

“Do you know,” Andrea continued slowly, “that I can have your head ripped off right now and feed your remains to my dogs?”

Miguel’s breathing was heavy, but his eyes never left Andrea’s face.

“Andrea,” Miguel said hoarsely, “all I ask is that you release my sister.”

His voice cracked.

“She’s all I’ve got in this world,” he continued. “Let her go.”

The guards tightened their grip as Miguel tried to break free again. Andrea tilted his head slightly.

“Free your sister?” he repeated. “Oh, you mean Isabel?”

A small, cruel smile appeared on his lips.

“No,” Andrea said coldly. “She’s my responsibility now.”

“You monster!” Miguel shouted. “You won’t get away with this!”

“ I won't?” Andrea asked, his expression hardening.

“Well, we'll see about that” he said, arms akimbo.

“Lock him up,” Andrea ordered casually.

Miguel froze in shock, he never knew Andrea could be so cruel and heartless.

“What?” he yelled. “No! You can’t do that!”

The guards dragged him away as he shouted and struggled.

Andrea turned his back and walked away without looking back.

***

Andrea entered the bedroom where Isabella was , he angrily threw his phone onto the bed, and the screen lit up.

Isabella’s eyes followed the movement. She was sitting on the bed, her hands resting on her stomach.

She looked at the phone, It was a video of the guards locking Miguel inside a dark cell. The sound of metal clanging echoed through the room from the phone speakers.

“No… no…” Isabella whispered. She shook her head rapidly.

“My brother has nothing to do with this,” she said, her voice trembling. “You have to let him go.”

Andrea stood in front of her, his arms crossed.

“Exactly,” he replied. “He has no business in my private affairs.”

“And yet, he had the nerve to come into my mansion barking like a mad dog.”

Isabella’s eyes were filled with tears. 

“Please,” she cried.

She couldn't bear the pain of seeing her brother suffer because of her, she immediately sprang to her feet and ran toward Andrea, surprising him with her actions.

She fell to her knees in front of him, holding onto his legs tightly.

“I’ll do anything you want me to do,” she begged. “Anything.”

“Just don’t hurt my brother,” she continued. “I beg of you.” Her shoulders trembled as she cried.

Her tears soaked into Andrea’s expensive trousers, and for a brief second, something flickered in Andrea’s eyes, more like remorse, he moved his hand slightly, like he was about to lift her up, but just then…

The door flung open, and Vanessa walked in.

“What the hell is going on here?”

You guys should tell me why this Vanessa had to show up her ugly face now that Andrea was about to reconsider.

Devil's incarnate, am I the only one who hates her so much in this story?