Under His Protection

Entering the office, she could feel the anger in her coming to a peak as soon as she saw her husband sulking in his chair, she had overheard the conversation between Audrey and her husband and was visibly disappointed at his reaction.

Mrs White had always been a fierce and ruthless lady known for her calculative and greedy ways, she was exceptionally brutal towards everyone around her and her husband was not an exception.

“What do you think you are doing!” Mrs white shouted in a ringing tone that sent shivers down the spine of her husband startling him out of his chair.

“I- I’m thinking,” he stammered, his voice seemingly low and palpable. he knew his wife’s presence commanded trouble and that was far from what he needed at the moment.

“Thinking?” Mrs white inquired glancing a quick defying glance at him. “And just what are you thinking about? you couldn’t even stand up to that little girl,” she continued looking at him in disappointment.

“You think you could have done a better job?” He questioned with a shrilled voice filled with disgust.

“Yes, I can!” she acknowledged, her tone sharp and persuasive. “How could you let them joke around with our investments!” she ordered still furious at her husband.

“And just what do you mean by that?” Mr white replied trying to conceal the turmoil that was already raging in him, he had not been able to assimilate the huge blow Audrey had descended on him and here his wife was in her usual demeanor trying to add to his fears.

“I mean where is Isabella and why has she not been acting? you call yourself her boss and you don’t act like one!” Mrs White barked at her husband, continuing in her rage.

“You are supposed to get her at your beck and call, I knew you would never be competent,” she blurted out, her voice ringing in the air as Mr. White suddenly hung his head in shame.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“Do you even know what this would do to our business? I can’t believe you have been watching our finances go down and didn’t do anything.” she continued in reprimanding him.

“And where is she?” Mrs white inquired, her eyes calculative as if it was capable of bringing Isabella in at that moment.

“I haven’t seen her for over a month,” Mr White reported his voice low and palpable as he could no longer hide the shame he was feeling.

“A month! you haven’t seen Isabella for over a month and you are just acting now?” She fumed towards her husband, Mrs white had always been irritated by her husband slow slow-witted behavior which made him look weak whenever she was around and she didn’t fail in using it against him.

“Her manager had been reporting me,” He replied trying to gain back his composure. “Manager! And where did that get you?” she asked obviously of her husband’s disgraceful act.

“I presume you know what Isabella’s absence would mean to us?” she asked looking straight at Mr white. “It seems you have forgotten about the deal we had with Don Fernando concerning Isabella and if that goes sideways we are in trouble!” she asserted her voice low and firm suddenly heavy from the weight of the name she had mentioned.

“You made me agree to that deal!” Mr White argued his eyes suddenly blaring like that of a child who was caught in the act. “I didn’t want to but you forced me,” he continued his voice rising in a fair pitch.

“You can shift blame all you want but we have already promised Don Fernando that Isabella would be his in 10 Years and there is no way we are breaking our promise with that kind of a man,” she admitted her tone low and wavering evident of the worries that were beginning to cloud her mind.

“Oh my God, why did I agree to have a deal with a man as deadly as Don Fernando!” Mr white exclaimed, his voice suddenly breaking with fear as if his heart had left his chest.

“So now he is deadly? but you were boasting about the deal a few years ago,” she questioned her voice rising in anger.

“This is all your fault, you made me promise a deadly cultist that after 10 years Isabella will be his,” Mr White admitted, his voice low and palpable as he tried to recover his hands from his unending trembling.

“Yes I did, because he wanted her!” she admitted her voice firm and steady.

“Moreover it was a great deal for us and stop acting like a saint, you were in on it from the beginning and even enjoyed the money that came from it,” she confirmed giving Mr. White a cold stare.

“Fine, I agree I was involved in it but I didn’t think it would get to this!” Mr white acknowledged his voice firm and steady as he hung his head in worry.

“Get to what? nothing has changed,” Mrs white affirmed her voice hard and steady, with her eyes as calculative as ever. “we just need a new plan,” she announced looking at her husband attentively.

“A new plan! Do you think any plan would work right now, Isabella is no longer under our bidding and you know how stubborn she is,” Mr White objected, his face now turning pale as he thought of the effects of going against Don Fernando would cost him.

“We have made a promise and we will stick to it!” Mrs white ordered he voice sharp and unwavering, as she stood up to take her leave.

“Promise! Did you for once stop to think about how Isabella and her family would react to this?” Mr white questioned, his voice annoying increasing, he was determined to finish the discussion because he knew his wife was capable of leaving him at the mercy of Don Fernando.

“Oh, spare me that! Isabella doesn’t need to have a say in this, she is controlled by her mother who obviously can be bought with money and I’m sure when it is time Isabella would agree,” she confirmed with a mischievous grin.

“Really! What about her betrothed Timothy Newhouse,” Mr white inquired still curious.

“Who cares about him!” Mrs white admitted her voice low and steady evident of the mystery she was cooking. “Moreover he is no match to Don Fernando, so I’m one hundred percent sure he would have no choice but to back down,” she continued letting out a subtle laughter.

“Ok fine, I just hope your plan works out.” Mr White said, with a calm voice it was obvious his fears were beginning to dash away after his wife’s perfect speech.

“B- but what if we are unable to give Isabella to Don Fernando?” Mr white stammered his voice low and palpable, evident of his sudden realization.

“Then we are doomed!” Mrs white exclaimed, her voice intimidating as she walked back towards her husband’s desk.

Deep down Mrs white knew they were already in trouble but they had come too far to back down, especially with the person involved.

Don Fernando, who was known to be the most notorious gang leader in the country, had heard of stories of those who had dared to back down from deals with him and never made it alive.

“You better get your act together and start acting fast!” she shouted hitting her hands on the with ca old glance at Mr white who on the other hand was shaking.

“Giving Isabella to Don Fernando is not negotiable, except you want our lives to be in Danger.” Mrs white asserted as finally took her leave.