Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beautifully Ruined: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

ISA POV THE FOLLOWING morning came and I woke up with a start! Having no plans for the future, except for the dreadful toddler party and drinks with neighborhood trophy wives, I decided to make a quick run to the store and stock up my fridge, since the house came with a huge chunk of money that I had no idea about its origin, or better yet, I gave zero shit about where it came from. As I have mentioned, I wasn’t in a position to even ask questions, or let my mind wander and overthink things. In just a year alone, I have lived 100 lifetimes and at this point, I wasn’t going to fight it. I couldn’t! I did try some time back, and I nearly had my ass split open by the mine explosion so no thank you, ma’am. As long as I had a roof over my head and food in my stomach, then I was all okay! With that thought in mind, I settled a few things out before leaving my house and ran to the store. The trip was short and pretty much uneventful and in just an hour, I was riding a cab home.

ISA POV“I’ll be here till morning.” The sweet little blonde hair nurse, Ava, in painfully cramped scrubs called out waving on my way out of the clinic. I just wonder how she breathed in that. I waved back jiggling the keys in my hand before turning to step down the three stairs and headed to a shiny blue Kia sedan parked in one of the exclusive spots just outside the clinic. Rounding it, I slipped into the driver’s seat and locked the doors before buckling up, then started the ignition.I powered the radio and after a few scrolls of my finger on the screen, Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran poured in the live speakers, causing a huge smile to spread on my lips. I stepped on the gas and took off into the night.WHAT A GOOD DAY IT HAS BEEN!From waking up to find car keys on my kitchen island, a blue brand new car still clamped in tags parked outside on my driveway, to having a chance to avoid the much-dreaded Sunday noon tea party with trophy wives at the Thompsons because of a call from

XANDER POV“You’re pregnant.” Just saying out the words caused my whole body to go rigid, and glued in one spot. I had no idea how to feel, or what to feel right at this moment. When I took Leigh-Ari from the Cattanios, I didn’t plan for her to be carrying a child. Even worse, their child. If word gets out, the two fuckers were going to open gates to hell and I so wasn't ready to deal with their shit right about now. And it was as if the universe refuses when I try to shake them off my back. Because here we were, in a bathroom as she was having one of those sick episodes pregnant women have, with an Italian baby growing inside her stomach.I don’t know what it is that made me so certain, but I have watched her from a distance. The little lady was always as healthy as a bull, a damn horse. She never got sick with silly things such as cold and more, and her throwing up out of the blue meant one thing, she was expecting. And that only complicated everything. Like everything!Training t

ISA POVLeaving Edwina who looked like she’d seen a ghost all alone in Becca’s front yard, I huddled my jacket and brought it closer to me as I ran towards my house in the biting cold. Can’t winter just go away?I thought to myself as I unlocked a thousand latches on my door and made it inside and then locked the door behind me. The sound of the blender came hard from the kitchen and caught my attention. I tiptoed stealthily towards the kitchen and peeked through, and you guessed it: there stood my nemesis dressed in black with his back turned against me as he punched the blender.“How did the tea party go?” He asked not bothering to turn to look at me. He didn’t have to, because he was Xander. The guy who had eyes at the back of his skull. Sighing and ungluing myself from the wall, I replied;“It was long, boring.” My feet carried me further into the kitchen as I felt my mouth salivating and yearning for the heavenly, rich and creamy taste of hot chocolate. He didn’t reply to me, a

XANDER POVNot wasting any time, Scar and I delved deeper into the club and walked down the corridor, passing open doors where amateurs were getting blown or were balls deep, completely lost in euphoria. I wonder if the loud music didn’t give them migraine though. Plus the moans and the whips.Weird people and their weird shit.At the end of the hall was a door that was heavily guarded by 4 big guys, and as soon as they saw us approaching, they withdrew their guns and aimed at us. One of them stepped up to stop us, and I wondered if he was naïve or just simply stupid.He opened his mouth to say something, but then stood there frozen for about 5 seconds before the nice red formed on the middle of his forehead, and then he dropped languidly to the floor. I sent a quick glance at Scar who smirked, before focusing his attention on the fuckers who came charging at us. But their feet were not quicker than Scar’s bullet. In a matter of seconds, they were lying on the floor in the pool of the