世界上最不安全的人

Chapter 760 - Seven Hundred And Sixty: God Was On Her Side

The third point of view:

"You do know what you\'re doing is pretty useless," Isabella said to Deborah pointedly as her men glued her and Pedro to the seat with duct tape.

Deborah could have used a rope on them however Isabella was skilled and incredibly smart and would loosen it while keeping her distracted.

Isabella and Pedro sat apart from each other, only their back touching as they wrapped them together with the tape around the chest. This way, Isabella can\'t undo the tape without releasing Pedro and as well, alerting the others.

"Niklaus would come for you and then all your plans would come to nothing," Isabella was confident of leaving here alive.

"Not if I rig the entrance with a bomb, buying myself enough time to deal with you," Deborah smirked, confident as well.

"You would not make it out alive," Isabella promised her. Daughter or not Niklaus would rip out her heart himself.

"Who said I wanted to live," Deborah announced, all smiles draining from Isabella\'s face. It was dangerous with someone who has nothing to live for.

"You see that?" Deborah pointed to the portion of the room where a camera was being set up, "I\'m setting up a big parade for your father where he would watch as I lacerate you from the inside out till there\'s nothing left for even your father to pick after I\'m done with you. I might not live to see what happens afterward but I\'ll die fulfilled knowing I caused him irreversible pain, "

"Why are you doing this?" Pedro groaned, struggling to free himself all to no avail.

"Oh, you don\'t know?" Deborah was honestly surprised, "You look into my eyes and you still can\'t figure it out?" she laughed hysterically.

"She\'s my vengeful bitchy half-sister," Isabella did the honors.

"What?" Pedro was so shocked that his jaw dropped open. How was this possible? He thought. And then it hit him, "Don\'t tell me you were the one who put Natasha up to sleep with me. She said she didn\'t mean to do ...." it finally made sense to him, "You are the one trying to split us up, aren\'t you?"

"Aww, poor Pedro, couldn\'t even figure out he was nothing but a pawn in my plan and Natasha was just a catalyst," Deborah pouted her lips yet there was no trace of sympathy in her gaze,"

Pedro lunged at her yet he couldn\'t make any move, he was restricted real bad. All he could do was to glare and snarl at Deborah who laughed at his futile attempt, "You made her pregnant for me and then you killed her. How could you?! You killed my child!" He felt like ripping her apart.

"Oh, it\'s your child now? Weren\'t you so keen on aborting the child because of your lovely Isabella?" Deborah found it funny.

For sure, Pedro wanted to abort the child but only because he thought Natasha was a gold digger and intentionally targeted him. However, now he knew the girl had no choice but to sleep with him, the loss of his child finally dawned on him and he was beginning to mourn for a child he lost before it even came.

"But honestly, my heartfelt condolences on your loss, Pedro," Deborah said, her hand on her chest as if expressing her sympathy.

Pedro was filled with disbelief at that gesture, she was really crazy. Deborah was a psychopath.

"The truth is that my war wasn\'t with you, Pedro. My vengeance was with the Spencers, however, Isabella is an unfeeling bitch. Hence, the only way I could hurt her real bad was through her family or you. But then, you became the better option, since Niklaus\' and his family\'s hard to penetrate. Moreover, she wanted a happy future with you, I didn\'t like that, so I stopped it!" Deborah confessed.

"You have no right messing with people\'s lives," Pedro told her, seething with anger.

"Of course, I don\'t," Deborah surprisingly agreed with him. She leaned closer till she and Pedro were on the same eye level saying, "Just the same way I shouldn\'t have been born in this world. However, Niklaus decided to mess around with my fate and knocked up my mother resulting in me. However, as if that wasn\'t enough, he let his beau monde girlfriend mess with my mother\'s future, and then I became nothing but bad luck. He brought me into this world against my wishes and made it hell for me. I\'m just returning the favor, " her words dripped with deep hatred.

"Trust me, revenge would never give you the peace you want," Isabella informed her, "It has never done,"

"No, it wouldn\'t give me peace but it would give me satisfaction!" Deborah said, ordering her men to finish up quickly. Time was running out and she needed to get everything done before she was interrupted.

"Now, I know why you posted the pictures at my rehearsal dinner," Isabella now knew, "You intentionally provoked me so I could kill Natasha and go to prison. You had the cameras set up to capture the minute I caused my death and then you would show the video for the whole to see after my father covered it up. That way, you would not only bring me down but the Spencer group - Niklaus who covered his daughter\'s death.

"Unfortunately, that didn\'t happen and you know I would come after you next. So you decided on Plan B which was to end everything here and now,"

"Bravo!" Deborah clapped for her, "You don\'t fail my expectation at all. You really are what the rumors say - a genius from birth. It\'s nice to know my sister is a worthy opponent, that way I won\'t feel guilty I killed a weakling,"

"Exactly, you\'d feel better because a weakling like you got to finish me off," Isabella taunted her and her nose flared with anger nor was Isabella close to stopping.

"Let\'s face it…" Isabella lifted her head proudly, "You know that I\'m the better sibling here and I would have done much better if I was the one that had this plan of yours,"

Isabella\'s arrogance irked Deborah so much that she felt like clawing out her face. Why was she so haughty? Who made her so superior to her? How dare she?

So she lifted her hand to slap her when there was a sudden noise and she saw her men drag in five nuisance brats.

"We found them lingering outside,"

"Well, well," Deborah mused at the turn of events, "What have we here?"

God was on her side today.