Under His Protection

Immediately Isabella heard the alarm, she felt an Instant uproar in her stomach as the nostalgia of her last visit reminisced through her mind yearning for a non-repeated dialogue, she had hoped for this day not to come.

Turning on the bed, she prayed for a way out from this unfortunate ordeal but she knew there wasn’t going to be any. Isabella had promised herself not to return home after her last visit which had almost cost her sanity, she just couldn’t seem to fathom why her biological mother and sister would treat her with so much disgust.

As the sun gradually began to rise into a full day, Isabella could feel the weight of its presence choking her into reality.

“We should be out before noon,” Vincent announced, in a warm voice as he joyfully got up to prepare for his daily activities.

Looking at Vincent walk away she wondered why he was so much in a good mood to meet her family. “Why is he happy?” she scuffed angrily in a quiet voice, feeling the mockery of Vincent’s mood as he made efforts towards his preparation.

Forcing herself out of bed, the constant reminder of the usefulness of the meeting gave Isabella an atom of comfort.

As they drove out from Vincent’s place, Isabella suddenly had a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she glanced a quick look at Vincent who was dressed in a navy blue suit matched with a tie that fitted so well.

“He seems to look good in everything,” Isabella muttered to herself, with her eyes lacing all over Vincent in a rampaging manner.

“You look very pretty,” Vincent commented in a honeyed husky voice as he shot a glance at Isabella who was thrown unaware.

She had worn a simple flowery gown that perfectly synchronized with her figure and skin tone, Isabella had always been good with choosing outfits that complimented her figure and skin, but Vincent’s appraisal just made her realize how beautiful she looked.

“Thank you,” she replied in a calm honeyed voice. “And you too, not pretty I mean, you look handsome,” she admitted her voice low and wavering evident of the sudden shyness that overwhelmed it.

She quickly turned towards the window for air, as she sought freedom from the sudden hotness that was creeping into her body.

“Thanks,” Vincent replied with a warm smile as he drove happily.

For a few moments, she had miraculously forgotten about her worries about how best to act but they didn’t last for long and were crumbled at the sight of their gate.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“We are here,” Vincent announced in excitement as he moved closer to park his car properly.

Walking out of the car, Isabella could feel her heart pounding constantly as she feared the outcome of their meeting but the fact that she needed to involve her family in her wedding plan served as a little form of comfort to her.

Imputing the passcode she braced herself for the worst, “Good morning, Mother,” Isabella greeted noticing her mother’s presence.

Isabella knew her mother loved Saturdays and would always watch her favorite show before noon.

Hearing her familiar voice, Mary wondered what had brought her good-for-nothing daughter back to her house, she was sure Isabella was not coming anytime soon after the last encounter they had, but was surprised to see a rather dashing figure beside her.

“Is that, Oh my God!” Mary exclaimed in a loud voice immediately she set her eyes on Vincent. “I can’t believe the Vincent Storm is in my house,” she continued her voice ringing loudly bringing Angel to the sitting room.

“Oh my God Vincent Storm!” Angel exclaimed suddenly realizing the reason for her mother’s uproar.

“Pls have a seat,” Mary offered as she played her coolest towards Vincent, who was smiling outrageously at the lady’s remark.

With her eyes resting on Isabella as she took a seat, Mary suddenly blurted out “Just what trouble have caused now?” she asked turning to Isabella.

Isabella: “No Mom, I didn’t …..”

“Shut up!” Mary shouted her voice ringing across the room, “I have always known you were up to no good, all this while I thought you had changed but here you are again, I wonder what you have done this time,” she queried her voice devoid of compassion.

“I-I didn’t do anything wrong!” Isabella protested, her voice wavering with surprise at her mother’s sudden accusation.

“Sure, you’re just a big liar!” Angel proclaimed in a usual provocative voice, she wondered how Vincent had crossed paths with Isabella.

“I know she must have done something bad to you,” Mary continued now turning to Vincent. “Wait did she steal, I know she stole right?” she exclaimed glancing a quick cold stare at Isabella.

“You have always been a disgrace!” Mary asserted as she shook her head in disappointment.

“But mother, I didn’t do anything,” Isabella confirmed her voice was wobbly and full of emotions that were always forming a lump in her throat. Isabella knew her mother would make some kind of scene, especially with the way their last meeting had ended but she sure wasn’t prepared for the backlash she was receiving at the moment.

Vincent on the other hand was thrown in a dic by the sudden display of Isabella’s family towards her even after she had prepped him in the car before entering the house, he sure wasn’t expecting something this serious.

“Well, Isabella didn’t do anything wrong!” Vincent confirmed, his voice full of authority as he was already becoming wearied from their nonstop bickering.

“On the contrary, we came to inform you about our wedding.” He announced, his voice firm and steady. As he looked at Isabella’s mother and sister, Vincent could see the surprise that instantly flooded their faces it was so obvious they had never expected anything good coming from her.

“Wait, what!” Angel exclaimed in a surprised tone, as she turned to her mother who suddenly gave out a loud laughter as she followed.

“I’m sure you are mistaken Mr Vincent, it seems Isabella had portrayed a pretentious life to get to you, I can assure you she is the opposite of whatever she must have shown you,” Isabella’s mother protested still refusing to believe the news she just heard.

“I beg to disagree, Mrs. Cassie, Isabella has always been nothing but her true self to me and that is why I have made up my mind to get married to her,” Vincent objected in a steady and firm voice as he gave Isabella an approving look.

“Really!” Mary proclaimed, evidently shocked by Vincent’s display of affection and trust towards Isabella. she knew this news wasn’t a good one as it would only make Isabella more proud and defying especially with the kind of person Vincent was and the fame he commanded.

“Yes!” Vincent affirmed his voice firm and steady in his usual calm demeanor.

“You could have just kept her in your house,” Isabella’s mother commented her voice giving a hint of mockery as she continued. “After all, I don’t think Isabella is worthy of the stress of having a wedding, especially with your presence in the movie industry,” she added her voice firm and full of mockery towards Isabella.

“Isabella is worth more than diamonds to me and I want to have a large wedding with him, especially with my career in the industry which would make the whole world involved in it,” Vincent confirmed, his words firm and persuasive.

He had heard a lot from Hall about Isabella and how she was often bullied and treated as an outcast by her family but seeing how her family had constantly downgraded Isabella, especially in the presence of a total stranger made him wonder just how she put up with it from the onset.

“Oh and you don’t have to worry about the press because I would need them,” he added with a mischievous grin playing on his lips, he knew he had caught Isabella’s mother off balance as he watched her expression filled a mixture of rage and surprise.

“And we would be honored to have your family there,” Vincent said as he took Isabella’s hands in approval.

“Fine, if you say so,” Mary finally admitted, as she looked at Isabella in wrath. it was obvious she had lost this fight and she knew that she was gradually losing her grip on Isabella.

“Thank you, Mrs Cassie,” Vincent replied with a warm smile. “Our wedding is strictly by invitation, I’ll get the access card across to you,” he announced as he signaled Isabella to take their leave.

As they got out of the house, Isabella battled with the emotions that were already overwhelming her, she just couldn’t understand why her family had constantly been hostile towards her she felt so ashamed at the way her mother had belittled her before Vincent.

“You don’t have to think about it,” Vincent said in a calm voice as he took Isabella’s hand, he watched her grow gravely silent as they walked out of her house.

“I’m here for you,” he assured in a firm voice as he tried to pacify her. Isabella looking at Vincent, could no longer keep her emotions in check as she burst out in nonstop tears like a waterfall.

As Vincent watched Isabella drown in her tears, he could feel his emotions flowing. As he tried his best to comfort her he made up his mind never to make Isabella cry again.