Chapter 471 - Four Hundred And Seventy-One: Its Your Fault (1/2)

”Annabelle…” Julie was visibly hurt by her statement.

She laughed, sweeping her hair back, ”You know what? Honestly, I only came home with you last night to have sex. As you said, you're a player and you have so much experience, plus the fact I had a little crush on you, hence you seemed the perfect candidate to pop my cherry,”

”You don't mean that!” Julie refused to believe her, ”You're doing this on purpose. I know you are,” He tried to grab her hand but Anabelle reached out and struck him in the face.

”Does this now convince you,” She cocked a brow at him, ”You are not my type, Julie? You are just someone I would have fun with, you know like sin, I'm not supposed to like it but I crave it. But in the end, I'm going to settle for a responsible, gentle guy like Pedro. However, since the fun was over before it began, I had to let go then, Goodbye, Julie” Anabelle took a long deep breath and turned to leave.

However, Anabelle never anticipated that Julie would grab her hand, spun her around, and kiss her. Because it happened too quickly, the strong resolve she built dissipated away with the wind. Her feelings were left in the open and she responded to his kiss in a way she had never done - like she was afraid to lose him.

His soft lips moved against hers causing her heart to pound, while his hands assembled around her waist and the other at the small of her back. Anabelle stood awkwardly, she didn't have the time to position herself.

”I know you don't mean it,” Julie whispered into her ears as soon as they broke apart, ”I love you, Anabelle,”

Bam!

Her heart broke. He loved her. Julie loved her. Fuck it! She was going with her heart's desire.

”I love you too, Julie,” Anabelle threw her arms around him and said the words when she was ripped from him.

”I believe Miss Anabelle was just about to take her leave,” George gestured and the man began to drag her away.

”Julie!” She reached for him.

”Anabelle!” he stretched his hand to catch her, their hands barely touching when she was thrown over the man's shoulder and taken away.

”Seriously, let me go!” Julie fought with the guards like a wounded beast. But they overpowered and pressed his head against the bed.

”Grandfather!” he could only glance at him sideways.

”This what you get for making a fool out of me,” George said to his men, ”Take him away, he must be taught a lesson,”

”No! Let me go!” Julie struggled with fury, but the men were much stronger, they dragged him away.

Meanwhile, Anabelle screamed and squirmed in the man's grasp, but her strength was nothing compared to his. He finally put her down at the entrance. Her legs gave out but Anabelle quickly scrambled up to her feet and went after the guard who locked the gate before she could reach it.

”No! Don't lock it!” Anabelle banged on the large sliding modern gate, yet it didn't budge; she was the one who got hurt instead.

Exhausted, Anabelle slid down against the gate and drew her knees up to her chest, hugged herself, and began to cry. What was she going to do? Julie was in trouble because of her. Had she known, she would have married him that day notwithstanding what Isabella had to say. Maybe things wouldn't have come to this extent? Speaking of Isabella…

Anabelle quickly began to search around and stumbled upon her purse that had been hurled out - alongside her. With trembling hands, she unlocked her password and called Isabella at once. Yes, Isabella could do something. She was the miracle worker.

The girl had sworn not to cry, she had to be calm and make the call. Yet, the instant she heard, ”Hello,” from the other end, her voice broke