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Chapter Thirteen
Blood and Betrayal

The abandoned warehouse stood eerily silent, its dim yellow lights flickering against the cold concrete walls. The air reeked of oil, blood, and betrayal. In the center of the room, Angelo Rodriguez stood tall, exuding an effortless dominance.

His sharp black hair framed his dangerously handsome face, and his signature smirk never wavered. Beside him, his best friends—Victor, Andrew, and Jacob—stood in relaxed but calculated stances.
A group of dangerous-looking men eyed them carefully, gripping their weapons with tense fingers.

At the forefront of the group, a scarred, broad-shouldered man stepped forward—the boss of the Blood Horn Clan. Angelo smirked as the man extended a hand. Without hesitation, he accepted the handshake, their grip firm—measuring.

"Rodriguez," the man grunted.
Angelo chuckled. “Let’s not waste time. You have something for me?”

The boss motioned to one of his men, who stepped forward with a black briefcase. The moment it was opened, neatly stacked hundred-dollar bills shined under the dim warehouse lights.

Angelo ran his fingers over the money, checking its authenticity.
Satisfied, he raised his hand, and one of his own guards stepped forward, handing over another briefcase in exchange.

The boss smirked as he peeked inside. Weapons. Top-grade, military-level gear.
"Say hello to your father for me," the man sneered.
Angelo’s smirk deepened, his cold eyes glinting.

Then—something shifted.
A whisper of movement. A flicker of intent.
And then—BANG!
A gunshot shattered the tense silence.

Angelo dodged in a flash, the bullet narrowly missing his head. His body instinctively twisted, and his gaze snapped to the shooter.

The boss of the Blood Horn Clan.
For a split second, neither side moved. Then, chaos erupted.
Bullets flew.

Angelo and his friends dove for cover. Jacob rolled behind a stack of wooden crates, firing back with calculated precision. Victor laughed darkly as he shot one of the traitors straight in the chest. Andrew, ever the silent killer, delivered headshots with terrifying efficiency.

The battle lasted only a few minutes. Soon, the warehouse floor was littered with corpses.
Angelo stepped over the bodies, approaching the Blood Horn boss, who was coughing up blood.

His face was bruised, swollen, barely recognizable. Angelo knelt beside him, grabbed his hair, and pulled his head back.

"You messed with the wrong person," Angelo murmured, his smirk never leaving.
Then—BANG.

He shot him straight in the skull.
Standing, he wiped the blood off his hand, watching as Andrew fired the last shot into the remaining survivor’s eyes.

Jacob, Victor, and the guards picked up both briefcases before walking toward the exit.
As they left, Angelo lit a match.
The warehouse was engulfed in flames.

---

Hours later, Victor and Andrew sat at a high-end restaurant, looking like two completely innocent college students. No one would ever guess the massacre they had committed. Victor smirked, swirling his drink. "Man, I love this life."

Andrew, as always, remained calm, sipping his whiskey in silence.

Victor sighed dramatically. "So, one of my girls is coming over tonight."

Andrew raised a brow. "Which one?"
Victor grinned. "Does it matter?" He leaned back. "Nora will never find out."

Andrew’s jaw tightened. "You're playing a dangerous game, Victor."

Victor rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. It’s called having fun. You should try it instead of sulking over a girl who left you in the past."
Andrew stiffened.

Victor continued, unaware of the shift in Andrew’s mood. "Seriously, man. You need to move on.

That girl is out there living her best life while you’re sitting here brooding like some tragic hero."
Andrew’s grip on his glass tightened.
"Victor," he warned.

Victor finally noticed the change in his friend’s expression. He sighed, raising his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. I’ll shut up."

Andrew pushed his chair back and stood up. "Enjoy your date."
With that, he walked out.
Victor smirked. "Oh, I will."

---

Meanwhile, across town, Isabella took a deep breath as she stepped onto the audition stage.
The director gave her a script. "Your role is a heartbroken girl who just lost everything. Show us what you've got."
As soon as she started, the air in the room shifted.

She wasn’t Isabella anymore.
She was a girl drowning in sorrow. A girl who had lost the love of her life. A girl who had nothing left.

Tears fell from her eyes. Her voice cracked. Her hands trembled.
By the time she finished, the entire room was silent.

Some of the judges had tears in their eyes. Even the crew members watching from the sidelines were stunned.
Isabella slowly straightened. Then, she bowed and turned to leave.

As she stepped off the stage, she spotted Angelo in the crowd.
Her body tensed. Anger flared in her chest.
She stormed toward the dressing room, trying to calm herself.

The moment she stepped inside, a firm grip spun her around and pinned her against the wall.
Angelo’s golden-brown eyes stared into hers, intense and unreadable.

"You were amazing." His voice was low, smooth, and full of something dangerous.
For a moment, Isabella forgot how to breathe.
Then—she shoved him off.

His smirk returned. "Fiery as always."
Before she could reply, the door swung open.
Tasha walked in.

Without hesitation, she threw her arms around Angelo, pressing her body against his. Angelo reluctantly hugged her back.

Isabella scoffed, rolling her eyes. Typical.
She turned and left without looking back.
Minutes later, the cast announcement was made.

As Isabella walked toward the stage, someone shoved her—HARD.
Her world tilted.
Pain exploded as she hit the floor.
Then—everything went black.

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💋 A warning and A Trap💋
The blinding headlights of the speeding black car filled Isabella’s vision.

Her body froze.
Just as it was about to hit her—the car screeched to a stop.

She gasped, her legs giving out as she collapsed onto the road.
For a moment, everything was silent.

Then—the car reversed sharply and sped away.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she sat in the middle of the road, trembling.

A second later, her phone buzzed.
With shaky hands, she pulled it out and unlocked it.

Unknown Number: “Stay away from Angelo if you want to live.”
Her breath hitched.

Her fingers tightened around the phone.
She darted her eyes around, feeling suddenly exposed. Who sent this? Who was watching her?

Fear clawed at her, but she forced herself to her feet.
She had no choice—she had to pretend like nothing had happened.

For now.
After picking up Nicky from school, she hurried home.
That night, she told Nora and Dora everything.
Dora frowned. “Someone’s threatening you just because of Angelo?”

Nora crossed her arms. “This is insane. Do you think it’s Tasha?”
Isabella shook her head. “I don’t know… but something tells me this is bigger than just school drama.”

The twins exchanged worried looks.
“But what will you do?” Nora asked.p
Isabella took a deep breath. “I’ll act like I don’t know anything. But I need to be careful.”

Across town, Angelo pulled up outside Tasha’s house.
A few seconds later, she stepped out wearing the skimpiest dress she owned.
Angelo smirked. Just as expected.

“You look…” He let his eyes drag over her slowly before locking onto hers. “Tempting.”
Tasha blushed and swayed her hips as she walked over to his car. “I dressed for you, Angelo.”

He chuckled. She has no idea what’s coming.
They drove to an expensive restaurant, where Tasha excitedly took pictures of their food, giggling and acting as if they were the perfect couple.

Angelo played along, smiling and charming her with every word.
By the time they finished eating, he leaned over and whispered, “Let’s take this to the next level.”

Her breath hitched. “Y-You mean…”
“Come with me,” he said smoothly.
She eagerly followed him to a luxury hotel, her heart racing with excitement.

Once inside the private suite, she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a deep kiss.
His arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her slightly before his other hand landed a sharp s***k on her a$s.

Soon, Tasha was on all fours, her back arching in a perfect curve. Her slick folds, drenched in her own release, were presented to the beast behind her.

Then, he leaned over and kissed her again. He reached for her b***s giving it a squeeze, earning a moan from her.

He began to pinch her ni***es and she grew even wetter. She started professing her love for him.

"F**k, I love you so much Angelo"
"You have no idea how much I have dreamed about this"
"Common f**k me already"

"Oh! Is that so?" He replies with a smirk
" Yes, I have always wanted your dick in my sweet p***y, f**king my brains out" she replied unaware of the evil smile on his face.

"Then let's make it a day you will never forget"
He replied still smiling evilly.
Angelo gripped her ass firmly, parted her legs and then, he positioned his rock-hard member at her entrance and thrust into her.

F**k, she was too wide, turns out her p***y wasn't as sweet as she boasted ,she's a f**king w***e after all, he thought.

Angelo drove into her faster, ramming that sweet spot deep inside her.

Tasha’s cries quickly turned into screams as her body rocked with pleasure, the unbearable heat inside her bubbling until it snapped.
Her release hit hard.

Unbeknownst to her, a hidden camera was recording everything.

Angelo smirked against her lips. Let’s see how long that confidence lasts, Tasha.

The next day, Isabella took a walk to clear her mind. That’s when she saw it.

A massive billboard advertising an upcoming audition.

Her eyes widened.

Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and saved the number.

This is it.

A spark of hope lit up inside her.
She hurried home, her heart pounding—not from fear this time, but from determination. She was going to do this.

No matter what obstacles came her way, Isabella would become a great actress.
Nothing could stop her.

Or so she thought…

---
TBC.....

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CHAPTER 11
Blood, Betrayal, and a Black Car

Isabella rushed into the restroom, gripping the sink, her breath uneven. She just needed a moment—just one moment—to breathe.
But, of course, fate had other plans.

A slow, mocking laugh echoed through the restroom.
She turned around.
Tasha leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a cruel smirk plastered on her face.

“Well, look who we have here,” Tasha drawled. “The school's new princess.”
Isabella sighed and turned back to the mirror, ignoring her.

That only fueled Tasha’s rage.
Her smirk vanished. “Ignoring me now?”
Still, Isabella didn’t respond.

Tasha's jaw tightened. Then, without warning—she grabbed Isabella’s hair and yanked her back.

A sharp gasp left Isabella’s lips.
Then—SLAP!
Pain exploded across her cheek as Tasha’s hand met her face.

She staggered, blinking stars out of her vision.
Tasha leaned in, her breath hot against Isabella’s skin. “I asked you a question. What the hell is going on between you and Angelo?”
Isabella clenched her jaw, refusing to speak.

That only angered Tasha more.
“Fine.”
She shoved Isabella hard.
The world tilted.
Isabella stumbled—her head slamming into the edge of the sink.

A sharp, blinding pain spread through her skull.
Something warm trickled down her face.
Blood.
She felt it drip onto her shirt.

Tasha took a step back, eyes flickering with something unreadable—was it guilt? No. Satisfaction.
She scoffed. “Pathetic.”

Then, she walked out, leaving Isabella bleeding on the cold tile floor.
For a moment, Isabella just sat there, dizziness threatening to take over.

But she wouldn’t let Tasha win.
Gritting her teeth, she forced herself up, turned on the faucet, and washed the blood off her face. She took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and walked back to class.

Angelo noticed it the second she stepped inside.
His sharp eyes zeroed in on the blood stain on her shirt.
His expression darkened.
He stood and walked up to her.

“What happened?” His voice was low, controlled—but his fists were clenched.
Isabella refused to look at him. “Mind your business.”

Before he could say another word, Tasha strolled in, acting as if nothing had happened.
Angelo’s eyes flickered between Isabella and Tasha.

Then, he smirked.
Walking up to Tasha, he leaned down slightly. “Have lunch with me.”
Tasha’s eyes widened.
She barely managed to stammer, “Y-Yes! Of course!”

With a bright smile, she turned and ran to tell her friends, squealing.
Isabella watched with disbelief.
Scoffing, she shook her head and went to her seat.

Dora and Nora leaned in immediately.
“What happened?” Dora whispered.
Isabella sighed. “Tasha happened.”
Nora’s eyes darkened. “She hurt you, didn’t she?”

Isabella nodded subtly, and the twins exchanged furious glances.
At that moment, Angelo walked up to her again.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Isabella cut him off.

“Get lost.”
For a moment, something flickered in his eyes—something almost like hurt.
Then, just like that, the smirk was back.
He turned and walked away.

After school, he was waiting.
Leaning against his black Porsche, Angelo twirled his car keys between his fingers.
Isabella sighed. “What do you want?”

He pushed off the car. “Get in.”
She folded her arms. “No.”
“Come on, don’t be shy. Or are you waiting for Tasha?” Her voice was laced with sarcasm.
Angelo smirked. “Jealous?”

“Not even a little.”
He chuckled. “Give me your number and address.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“We’re going out later.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
He leaned in. “Yes, you are.”
She scowled. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
She huffed. “Why?”

He stepped back, shoving his hands into his pockets. “My father is watching. He needs to believe this relationship is real.”
Something about the way he said it made Isabella pause.

She sighed. “Fine.”
Satisfied, Angelo climbed into his car and drove off.

Isabella turned and started walking home.
She was lost in thought, her mind replaying the events of the day.

So she didn’t notice.
Didn’t hear the roar of an engine speeding toward her.

Until—
Headlights.
A black car.
Coming straight for her.
And then—
---

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CHAPTER 10
Dangerous Proposition/Secret and schemes.

Isabella blinked, convinced she had misheard him.
"Be your what?" she asked, voice dripping with disbelief.

"My girlfriend," Angelo repeated casually, as if he hadn’t just said something insane.
A sharp laugh escaped her. "You must be joking."

"Do I look like I’m joking?" His smirk deepened.
She studied his face. Annoyingly, he looked completely serious.

"Why would I ever agree to that?" she scoffed.
Angelo tilted his head, watching her like a predator sizing up prey.

"Because you need a job." Her stomach clenched. He saw it.
The desperation she was trying so hard to hide.

"Just think about it," he continued smoothly.
"One month. Be my girlfriend, and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of."
A cold chill ran through her.

"No," she said firmly. "I’m not doing it. I know exactly what this is. A trap. A sick little game to get me into your bed."
Angelo chuckled darkly. "Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart."

She glared. "I’m not doing it."
He leaned in, close enough that she could smell his cologne. "Are you sure?" he murmured.

She hated that her breath hitched.
His smirk widened. "I’ll give you some time to think about it."

Then, with a lazy wave, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, furious and—against her will—just a little curious.

---

That night, Isabella sat cross-legged on Dora’s bed, staring at her best friends.

"Absolutely not," Dora said immediately. "This is a disaster waiting to happen. Say no."
"Wait," Nora interjected. "I think she should do it."
Isabella and Dora turned to her in shock.

"What?!" Dora practically shrieked.
Nora crossed her arms. "Think about it. Bella needs the money. But if she’s going to do this, she needs rules. A lot of rules."
"Rules?" Isabella echoed.
"Yes," Nora said. "No intimacy. No funny business.

And most importantly—" She locked eyes with Isabella. "Don’t fall in love."
Dora groaned. "Oh, come on, Bella’s not going to fall for him!"
Isabella scoffed. "Obviously not."
"Then make it a deal," Nora said. "Set boundaries. Control the situation. If he tries anything, you walk away."
Isabella hesitated.

Dora sighed. "I hate this. But fine. If you do this, you better not let him mess with your head."

Isabella took a deep breath. "I won’t."
She had made up her mind.
She was going to do it.

---

The next day, she found Angelo leaning against
his car in the school parking lot.

"So?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She crossed her arms. "I’ll do it."
His smirk widened. "Good choice."
"But I have rules," she continued sharply.
He chuckled. "Of course, you do."

"First, no intimacy. No touching, no kissing, nothing."
His smirk didn’t falter. "Cute. But I have rules too."

She narrowed her eyes. "Like what?"
"Rule number one," he said, stepping closer. "I can kiss you when necessary."

Her jaw dropped. "Excuse me?!"
"You’ll be meeting my father soon," he explained, like this was all perfectly reasonable.

"And if we’re going to be convincing, we need to act like a real couple."
She clenched her fists. "Fine. But only when absolutely necessary."

"Rule number two," Angelo continued, voice dropping slightly. "No falling in love."
She scoffed. "That was already my rule."
"Perfect," he said with a smirk. "No love, no strings attached."

She nodded. "No intimacy. No funny business. This is strictly a business deal."
Angelo grinned. "Deal."
They shook hands, sealing their fake relationship.

Before Isabella could pull away—
Angelo leaned in, stealing a quick kiss from her lips.
She gasped. "Angelo!"
He was already walking away, laughing to himself.
"See you later, babe."

---

Isabella and her friends were just about to sit down in the bustling cafeteria when a stern voice interrupted. One of Angelo’s burly bodyguards blocked their path.

“You’re all to come to the F4 private lounge. Angelo insists,” the guard barked.
Isabella’s eyes widened in protest. “No, I’m not going there!” she declared, stepping back as if to sit on her own. But the guard’s firm tone left her with no choice.

Every girl in the cafeteria watched with a mix of envy and judgment, whispering that she was just pretending not to like Angelo. Reluctantly, Isabella followed the guard, her friends trailing close behind.

Inside the lavish private lounge, the atmosphere was as opulent as it was exclusive. Without a moment’s pause, Isabella turned on Angelo.

“Why won’t you let me eat my lunch in peace?” she demanded, her voice trembling with anger.
Angelo’s lips curved into a smirk. “Because my girlfriend can’t be seen eating in the cafeteria,” he replied coolly.

Her eyes flashed. “Our relationship is nothing but a sham, a fake arrangement. And you know it hurts,” she retorted. For a split second, a hint of real pain crossed his expression—before he masked it with his usual arrogance.

All around, their friends watched the heated exchange. Without a word, Victor excused himself and drifted over to Nora. In the dim, secluded space, Victor closed the distance between him and Nora.

His voice softened as he looked into her eyes, “Nora, will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, his tone earnest yet laced with mischief.

Nora hesitated—a flicker of uncertainty passing across her face. But as Victor’s hand reached up, gently cradling her cheek, the warmth in his gaze reassured her. Slowly, his hand moved lower, caressing the delicate curve of her breast.

With deliberate tenderness, he pressed against her, and his fingers grazed her ni**le. A soft moan escaped Nora, and the charged moment deepened.

Her eyes fluttered as she whispered, “Yes…” Accepting his proposal, she allowed herself to be drawn into the intimacy of the moment, their connection sparking with a forbidden, thrilling passion.

Not far off, Dora and Jacob had ignited their own feud. Jacob complained loudly that Dora was chewing too noisily, and she shot back that he must have ear issues.

Their playful insults became a minor spectacle as they continued bickering while eating.
Isabella and Angelo continued their standoff.

Finally, Isabella couldn’t hold back any longer. “Where did Victor take Nora?” she demanded.
Angelo smirked. “They’re in the other room—probably making out. They’d be better off doing that than standing here.”

Isabella rolled her eyes and hissed under her breath before returning to her meal, determined to ignore the surrounding chaos.

Meanwhile, in a dim, mysterious house far from the chaos of the school, a man sat languidly on a worn leather couch, a thick cloud of smoke curling around him as he puffed on a joint. Beside him, a sc****ly clad woman attended to him, lost in her own sensual ministrations.

The heavy door creaked open. Angelo strode in and stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes burned with anger as they fixed on the man lounging before him.

“How are you doing?” the man drawled, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

Angelo’s tone was icy. “Since when do you care about my wellbeing? You only called me here for one reason.”

The man chuckled darkly. “I just wanted to see my son,” he lied, though Angelo knew better. The conversation shifted quickly.

“Your father says it’s time you seal a deal with the Blood Horn group,” the man continued, his voice low. Angelo scoffed dismissively.

“Not happening,” Angelo retorted. Then, with a venomous sneer, the man leaned forward. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed how much you love your little sister, Laura. Touch her, and you’ll answer to me.”

Angelo’s jaw clenched. He loved his sister fiercely, and any threat against her ignited a fury in him. “Never,” he warned sharply.

The man’s eyes glinted with mischief. “So, are you ready to meet the wife I picked for you?”
Angelo’s eyes narrowed. “I have a girlfriend,” he stated firmly.

The man laughed, a cold sound. “Oh, I know Isabella was just a fling. But you claim to love her. Tell me, Angelo, are you willing to bet your pride on that?”
Angelo’s smirk hardened. “I love her. I’ll never marry anyone else.”

The man slammed his fist onto the table, his threat hanging heavy in the charged air.
"We’ll see how long your little girlfriend stays by your side when she learns the truth about you.”
Angelo merely smirked and turned to leave, his steps measured, leaving the man’s sinister laughter echoing in the room.

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CHAPTER 9
Framed and Forsaken

Isabella stood frozen, her mind spinning.

How did the purse get into her bag?

Her throat tightened as all eyes bore into her.

“I—I didn’t take it,” she said, her voice shaky but firm.

But Tasha wasn’t letting up.

“Liar!” she screeched, stepping forward.

“You’re nothing but a dirty little thief!”

The cafeteria erupted.

“Thief! Thief! Thief!”

The word echoed around her, growing louder, heavier.

Her chest tightened.

She felt her world spinning.

Then—

A deep voice cut through the chaos.

“Enough.”

Silence fell as Angelo stood up.

His gaze was cold, sharp—dangerous.

“Tell me, Tasha,” he said smoothly, his lips
curving into a smirk.

“You said you saw Isabella take the purse.

How exactly did that happen?”

Tasha’s eyes flickered with hesitation.

“Well… I—I saw her reach into the bag and—”

Angelo raised an eyebrow. “And?"

Lucy jumped in. “Yeah! I was there too. We both saw her!”

Angelo’s smirk widened.

Checkmate.

“Funny,” he said, pulling out his phone.

He tapped the screen and turned it around for everyone to see.

A video played—

Tasha, sneaking up to Isabella’s bag and slipping the purse inside.

Gasps rippled through the cafeteria.

Tasha’s face drained of color.

“I— That’s not—”

“Shut up.”

Angelo’s hand shot out, gripping Tasha’s hair.

He pulled her close, his voice low and dangerous.

“Don’t you ever try something like this again,” he whispered in her ear.

“Or you’ll regret it.”

Then, he shoved her away.

Tasha stumbled back, humiliated.

Tears pricked Isabella’s eyes as she stared at Angelo.

He defended her.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Tasha turned and ran, shoving past students.

Lucy scrambled after her.

The cafeteria was dead silent.

Angelo turned back to Isabella, his expression softening.

Gently, he wiped her tears and pecked her forehead.

She didn’t know why, but—

She felt safe.

---

Isabella’s relief didn’t last long.

When she arrived home, her heart dropped.

Her bag.

Nicky’s bag.

All their belongings—thrown outside.

And Nicky was standing there, crying.

She ran to him. “What happened?”

“They… they kicked us out."

Isabella’s stomach twisted.

She banged on the door.

“Caro! Please, don’t do this!” she begged.

“Nicky is just a child!”

Her stepmother’s voice came from inside.

“Get lost, you filthy brats! I don’t want to see your faces again!”

A lump formed in Isabella’s throat.

They had nowhere to go.

Tears welled in Nicky’s eyes. “What do we do now, Bella?”

She forced a smile, hiding her own panic.

“We’ll figure something out,” she whispered, hugging him.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled out her phone.
She called Dora.

The moment she explained, Dora didn’t even hesitate.

“I’m sending a car for you. Right now.”

Minutes later, a black car pulled up.

The Carter family welcomed them with open arms.

Mrs. Carter hugged Isabella tightly.

“You’re home now, sweetheart,” she said softly.

“Stay as long as you need.”

For the first time in years—

Isabella felt like she belonged.

---

The next morning, Isabella woke up with a mission.

She needed a job.

She needed to build a life where she and Nicky would never have to depend on anyone again.

She walked through the city, clutching her job applications.

She had just stepped onto the sidewalk when—

She bumped into someone.

A familiar smirk greeted her.

Angelo.

He leaned against a black sports car, arms crossed.

“Are you following me?” she asked, rolling her eyes.

He chuckled. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

She sighed. “Go away, Rodriguez."

“What are you doing here?”

“None of your business.”

Angelo’s gaze flickered downward—and he caught sight of her job application.

His smirk vanished.

His phone buzzed.

He checked the screen.

And for the first time—

His expression darkened.

Whatever the message was, it ruined his mood.

A strange, dangerous aura settled over him.

Then, he looked up at Isabella.

“I have a job for you.”

She frowned. “What?”

Angelo took a step closer, his smirk returning.

“Be my girlfriend.”

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CHAPTER 8

FRAMED

Isabella rushed through the hallway, her heart pounding.

She was already late for class.

Her bag bounced against her hip as she sprinted, weaving through students.

Just as she turned the corner—

BAM!

She crashed into a solid chest, gasping as she lost her balance.

Bracing for the fall, she squeezed her eyes shut—
But instead of hitting the ground, strong arms caught her.

A familiar scent—**cologne, expensive and intoxicating—**filled her nose.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and found herself staring into Angelo’s dark gaze.

For a moment, the world faded.

His arms were warm, firm, and protective.

His face—annoyingly perfect.

His smirk slowly appeared. “If you wanted to fall into my arms, sweetheart, you could have just asked.”

Her eyes widened.

Reality snapped back.

She was late!

Immediately, she pushed him off and bolted down the hall before he could say another word.

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The moment Isabella burst into the classroom, the teacher whipped around with an annoyed glare.

“Miss Mortez, you’re late,” she snapped. “Do you think the world revolves around you?”

“I—”

Before Isabella could explain, the door swung open again.

Angelo walked in.

Every girl in the class turned their heads, whispering.

“Apologies, Miss,” he said smoothly. “I was the reason Isabella was late.”

The teacher, who had always favored Angelo, immediately changed her attitude.

Her gaze softened, and her lips curled into a flirtatious smile.

“Oh, Angelo,” she purred, flipping her hair.

“It’s completely fine. Take your seat.”

She even gave him a wink.

Angelo rolled his eyes inwardly but smirked at her before taking his seat.

Isabella, meanwhile, clenched her jaw.

Unbelievable.

---

When class ended, Isabella stood up quickly to leave—

But Angelo was already there, blocking her path.

She tried to ignore him and walk past, but he stepped in her way again.

“It’s been a week,” he said

She ignored him.

“You can’t just keep pretending that kiss didn’t happen.”

She sighed, finally giving in. “What do you want?”

His smirk deepened. “Lunch.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Not just us,” he added. “Your friends can come too.”

She hesitated, then sighed. “Fine.”

---

The cafeteria was buzzing with life.

Angelo and Isabella walked in with Nora and Dora.

Immediately, Victor locked eyes with Nora.

A slow smirk spread across his lips. “Well, well. If it isn’t my favorite girl.”

Nora rolled her eyes but smiled. “I am not your favorite anything."

Victor leaned closer. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”

Meanwhile, Jacob tried to place a hand on Dora’s shoulder.

Big mistake.

She slapped his hand away. “Do. Not. Touch. Me.”

Jacob grinned. “Fiesty. I like it.”

They immediately started bickering.

Andrew, the quietest of the group, simply ate his food in silence.

He never got involved.

Not anymore.

Not since she broke his heart.

---

Suddenly—

A high-pitched scream tore through the cafeteria.

Everyone turned to look.

A girl stood near the entrance, looking distressed.

“My purse!” she cried. “It’s missing! It had all my money in it!"

Tasha and Lucy, who had been watching from afar, exchanged a smirk.

It was time.

Tasha stood up dramatically.

“I know who took it,” she said loudly, drawing all attention to herself.

Isabella frowned.

Tasha pointed straight at her.

“It was Isabella.”

Gasps filled the air.

Nora immediately stood up.

“That’s a lie! Isabella would never steal!”

Dora crossed her arms.

“You’re full of s**t, Tasha.”

Tasha put on a fake look of sympathy.

“I didn’t want to say anything, but I saw her take the purse. If you don’t believe me, let’s check her bag.”

Murmurs spread through the cafeteria.

“Isabella?”

The girl with the missing purse stepped forward.

“Can I… check your bag?”

Isabella lifted her chin defiantly.

She knew she hadn’t stolen anything.

“Go ahead,” she said. “Check.”

The girl hesitated before opening Isabella’s bag—
And pulled out the missing purse.

Gasps.

Whispers.

Eyes filled with judgment and suspicion turned to Isabella.

Meanwhile, Tasha smiled triumphantly.

The plan had worked perfectly.

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TBC.....

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