Game Over, Bitch II
Camila's POV
"This is some sort of twisted joke. Alejandro, tell her that she can't come between us. Daddy's not going to be convinced anytime soon and we need to stay on track." Greta tries desperately, looking towards Alejandro who's now standing next to me. "Infact tell her how we're going to be engaged."
My eyes widen and instead of entertaining her, Alejandro sighs from next to me, sidestepping Greta who moves to launch herself into his arms.
He rubs at his temples as he casts me a tired look. "Camila , dimmi perché dobbiamo intrattenere questo? Perché non posso minacciare di ucciderla finché Arnold non lo firma?" He mumbles tiredly.(Camila , tell me why we need to entertain this? Why can't I just threaten to kill her until he signs it?)
I purse my lips, Alejandro had told me about how he was just going to hold Greta hostage until Arnold signed the new contract. But I had a better way of getting this done.
I was in charge here.
And so with narrowed eyes, I look towards Alejandro. I had to put up with him and this bitch for this long, he could suck it up. "No." Is all I say and he sighs while I move towards Greta who's staring between us.
Her jaw tightens and she points a finger at Alejandro. "I'm telling daddy to cancel the deal. You can go to hell Alejandro!" She spits angrily, before moving her gaze towards me.
"And you." She spits, walking towards me, Alejandro makes a move to step forward but I hold my hand against his chest, stopping her. I was capable of handling myself.
"I'm going to make sure everyone knows just how much of a homewrecking little slut you are!" She takes another step closer, until shes up in my face. She's taller than me and so I'm forced to look up into her snarky green eyes as I hold back the urge to throw my fist at her face. "You'll be a nobody before you even turn into a somebody."
I blink up at her, my face turning into an unimpressed one."Oh no, the horror. No ones gonna know my name? What will I do with all the privacy?" I deadpan.
Did she really think I gave a shit about having somewhat of a presence in the social scene?
I was dating a mob boss, did she really think I gave a shit about throwing my life out there for the sake of some silly little social heiarchy?
Yeah, I'd rather be a nobody anyway.
Greta's mouth turns into a sneer. "Whatever. I'm leaving." And then she spins on her heels, making a move towards the door but I stop her.
"No you're not."
She turns around her eyes narrowed into slits at me. "Watch me." And with that she moves towards the door.
With a sigh, I look to Alejandro, nodding towards the door. "Alejandro." He's makes his way to the door and positions himself in front of it, effectively blocking Greta from leaving.
Her eyes widen and she looks from Alejandro to me. I move towards Alejandro's desk and pick up the new contract we had had written up. One that favours Alejandro.
"No ones leaving until you get daddy to sign this contract." I say, mocking her use of referring to him as daddy.
Greta's figure is storming towards me in an instant, "You fucking crazy bitch! How dare you try to threaten me." And then it all happens so quick.
Her hand comes out and she slaps me across the face.
The bitch slaps me.
The room erupts in silence and when I look towards Alejandro, his face is red in outrage and he growls under his breath before moving forward.
But before he can get to Greta, I pounce, throwing my fist forward, once, twice and I only stop once I hear the satisfying crack of her nose breaking.
A loud screech fills the room as she steps back, holding onto her nose that's now oozing blood. "You broke my nose!" She cries. "You bitch!" But before she can charge towards me, Alejandro's grabbing her arms and restraining her in a tight, uncomfortable hold.
"What the-" She continues to trash in Alejandro's hold, but he merely tightens it and when Greta cries out in pain, he moves towards the chair she was in previously and pushes her into it, but not before tying her arms and legs to the chair.
I guess he does this type of thing often.
I step forward and look down into her eyes. Her face is scrunched up in pain and her nose is crooked and oozing blood. "This is how things are going to go. You're gonna call Arnold and get him to sign the contract Alejandro sent over this morning, and only when he sends it back- signed. Will we let you go." I say, knowing damn well my words are full of shit.
I wasn't letting her go. Not by a long shot. But she didn't need to know that.
"What makes you think he'll sign it now, when we've been trying to get him to sign it for so long?" She grunts, pulling at the ropes around her wrists.
I narrow my eyes. "Something tells me that, that won't be too big of an issue. Tell daddy you want him to sign the contract." I mock, as I grab a fistfull of her hair and then move to grab a pair of scissors from Alejandro's desk.
And when she tells me to go fuck my self, I smile bringing the scissors to her long flowly golden locks. "Fine, this is your doing." I shrug.
Her eyes widen and she screams at the top of her lungs, nearly bursting my ear drum as she tries to move her head away. The movement only causes me to cut more random chucks out and I only stop when she's sobbing and agreeing to my demands.
To someone like Greta where appearances were everything, cutting off her hair would prove to be far more affective than physical harm.
With a satisfied smile, I move towards her phone, unlock it with her face I.D - that surprisingly still works and then go to her contacts.
But before I press the call button to call Arnold, Alejandro moves behind Greta and leans down until his lips are at her ear."If you pull anything, this hair of yours will will be the least of your problems. " He spits, his voice low and deadly and Greta nods, her eyes widening in fear.
The phone rings and I put it on speaker as I hold it up and when Arnold answers, Alejandro tightens the ropes around Greta's hands.
"Hello? Greta Dear, you there?" Arnold speaks.
"Hi daddy." She speaks, her voice normal sounding - despite the blood flowing out of her nostrils.
"Greta? I thought you had a movie premier to get to."
"I do, it's just-" She pauses and I glare at her, urging her to stay on track. "Daddy, you need to sign the contract." She says through clenched teeth.
It's quiet for a moment before Arnold speaks. "Greta my dear, first you tell me to hold off on signing the contract and now you're telling me to sign it? You need to make up your mind." He sighs and I look up, my eyes connecting with Alejandro's.
His face hardens while I try to keep the look of 'I told you so' off my face. I watch his gaze move down to Greta as he glares down at her before he can do anything, she speaks.
Greta's lower lip wobbles and the bitch has the audacity to lift her head and look towards Alejandro as tears of sadness gather in her already swollen red eyes. "I'm over Alejandro. Just push the deal and finish it so I can put this all behind me."
"But... I thought you said you were in love with him."
More tears pour out of her eyes and for a moment I stare at the pathetic woman before me and I find myself almost... pitying her.
She pauses to sniffle as she stares up at Alejandro longingly.
I watch her though wide eyes, judgment clear on my face at the fact that she was actually delusional enough to fall in love with Alejandro- someone who's shown her no real affection.
Damn, she really fell in love with Alejandro.
I want to laugh but I stop myself as my gaze moves up to the man. He's watching over Greta as she speaks to Arnold, his brows furrowed in concentration and I find myself wondering if it was that hard to believe.
Was it surprising that she fell in love with him?
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