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The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 1: Spoilt Brat
Isabella slammed the door shut on her new bodyguard's face. She didn't understand why her father felt the need to hire yet another bodyguard after the last eight had quit in the last one month. She smiled ruefully, thinking of ways to make the unsuspecting fool take off in a day or less. Slumping, back down, onto her bed, Isabella exhaled heavily, rubbing her temples. She needed to find a way to get rid of her supposed shadow the soonest, so she could get her friends over without anyone knowing as usual. Before she could formulate a candid plan, there was a light tapping on her bedroom door. She ignored it, but the person on the other side of the door proved to be persistent.“What?” She snapped, yanking the door open, and came face to face with a deliciously male species she called her bodyguard. Unlike a while ago when her father did the introductions, the man had ditched his jacket and the tie. He had also undone the two top buttons of his shirt and folded the sleeves carelessly to
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 2: Party Gone Wild
When Asher got to the Address, Isabella was nowhere in sight. He tried asking the intoxicated-stricken brats he saw running from what would be a crime scene with no doubt, but no one knew where she was. A thought occurred that perhaps she had left, but he dismissed it. She had sounded too shaken up on the phone, which meant she hadn't gone far. He began looking around the property himself. That's when he came across the bloody body lying next to the pool. He quickly stepped past it carefully and headed for the lady's washrooms. Even before he entered, he could hear someone sobbing inside. “Miss Garcia,” he tried calling multiple times, but got no response. “Isabella,” he thought that perhaps using her name would draw her out, but it was a dead end as well. He finally gave up trying and stalked in, entirely ignoring the female-only huge ass sign. There she was. Huddled at the corner of the counter, hugging her knees miserably. The sight bugged Asher. “Isabella,” he muttered, but she di
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 3: Feelings Gone Haywire
Isabella woke up the following day with a massive headache. Probably because she had cried herself to sleep. After she had ordered Asher off her room, she had gone back to viewing pictures and at some point, she got overwhelmed and pulled a joint she had stashed in a drawer. It wasn't surprising when she empty the plate afterward. But once she finished eating, it was like her grief hit again. Ten folds. “Fuck!” She groaned, looking for the Advil she keeps for such occasions. She quickly took a pill and gulped much-needed water before sitting on the toilet with a sigh. After emptying her bladder, Isabella jumped right into the shower. She was feeling all sticky and worn. Standing under the warm water, Isabella's mind drifted to Asher. He had been decent with her yesterday, despite how curt and rude she had been with him. She planned to take it easy on him henceforth. Turning off the shower, Isabella grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself before sauntering back to her bedroom. Th
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 4: Badass
Isabella was grumpy the following morning. She ignored Asher, not sparing him even a glance unless when absolutely necessary. His rejection the night before still stung. By midday, she announced that she wanted to go out shopping. What Asher didn't know was that after the shopping spree, Isabella wanted to go to a bar. He accompanied her nonetheless because that is his job. She was surprisingly well-behaved if not for the man she was currently sucking faces with. It bothered Asher, more than he would like to admit, but he kept his cool and stomached the discomfort. Hours passed by with Isabella and her male friend having a good time. Afterward, she surprised Asher by demanding he take her to Silvia's home to pay her last respects. “You are drunk,” Asher drawled. “I hadn't realized, genius!” She retorted, leaving no room for arguments. Unknown to Asher, Isabella drank purposely for that reason. Otherwise, she couldn't be able to face the grieving parents in a sober state. As Asher tor
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 5: Teary Day
Asher laughed. A burst of full belly laughter, which fuelled Isabella's anger. “What's funny?” She snapped her heaving up and down erratically. “You, ma'am,” Asher said simply. “You are what is funny for thinking you can just fire me, yet you didn't employ me. Tsk tsk…”Isabella got on her feet suddenly, pushing her half-eaten plate carelessly. “You are gonna regret this.” She promised with a deathly glare. She then turned to Marcia and Paul with a smile. “I will see you later,” she hurried out of the kitchen, and Asher had no option but to scurry after her. She banged her bedroom door to his face, and a minute later Maroon 5 blasted on her speakers. Asher felt his replacement for the night couldn't have come sooner. The spoiled brat was definitely trying to drive him insane.*****The following day was the hardest for Isabella. She put on a short lacy dress ready to go talk about her best friend in the past tense, and it was daunting. Luckily, Marcia was coming with her, for the ol
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 6: Silas Marlowe
Back at home, Silas Marlowe was humming praises for his amazing son, who was going to avenge his dear wife. He picked their wedding photo from the nightstand and traced her face with his fingers. After so many years, finally his son Asher would bring justice to their family. Asher was already in place at Garcia's mansion waiting for the right time to make his move. “Very soon, my dear, your son will avenge your death.” He spoke to her image. It has been more than thirty years, but the man was still hung up on the injustice he thought was done to his family. The Garcia's used to own the biggest pharmaceutical in the city, and most cancer drugs used to be found there. But then they closed down, creating an instant shortage of the drugs and an obvious increase in prices of the little left in the market. And since Silas and his wife were just mere earners, they couldn't afford to keep up with the medications and in return, his wife's health deteriorated, and eventually, she died. Asher wa
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 7: Chocolate Rolls
Asher was furious. Mostly with himself for losing his cool. He had let Isabella get under his skin, and now he wasn't sure how he should behave in her presence. He stepped out of the car and headed straight to his quarters. He needed a smoke. Or a shot of whiskey. Or both. Just to get his mind to calm down and reign in his temper. He had barely made it to the servant quarters when he bumped into his supervisor. Apparently one of the other bodyguards had called in sick, so Asher was to accompany Lucas, his wife, and their brats to a party at their friend's house. He tried to argue that he was responsible for Isabella, but the older man assured him that he will have his eyes on Isabella instead. Despite his indifference towards Lucas' brats, Asher had no option but to accompany them.He excused himself briefly and went to check on Isabella before he left, but she wouldn't open her door or even answer him. He passed by the kitchen and informed Marcia of his absence, and she promised to lo
The Heiress And Her Bodyguard 8: Crazy For You
Asher could do anything, for Isabella to talk to him, even if it's just to insult him. It had been over two weeks since she said a word to him. At about the same time he called a slut indirectly. Strangely, she hadn't been engaging in her usual ways, but she had been having the same boy over for some time. And, though Asher won't admit it out loud, hates it. Because it means that Isabella might be serious about him. He was standing on his usual spot outside her bedroom when she sauntered out in a short skirt that was barely covering her ass. Of course, he was left scurrying after her, since he froze after seeing her flawless thighs, he couldn't move for a minute. “Where to?” He asked once he neared her, but she didn't answer. She kept walking, directly to the kitchen, and after a quick inaudible word with Marcia, she headed to the garage and stood beside her Lamborghini Reventón. Isabella waited patiently as he retrieved the key from the various collection, of car keys on the wall
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