Revenge

Game on

Isabella's POV

I am furious. As I follow Paul and my son to an office in the middle of the city, I look for an attorney's number who does not know the Johnson or Stevens families. I can hardly think straight. How the hell are we not divorced? I am sure Paul is lying, and I am not going to put up with his nonsense. We have not seen each other for six years, and now he just wants to walk back into my life? No way! I will not allow it, and Charlie has already fallen under his spell. I sit in the car and google for a lawyer.

At last, I find a name, and I quickly look up his records. Well, it looks like this young lawyer is very successful in Houston. His name is Mark Collins. So I call his office, and after his secretary hears who I am, she immediately puts me through to the lawyer.

"Good day, Miss Johnson. How can I help you?" I hear a young pleasant-sounding voice over the phone.

"Good day Mr. Collins." I quickly explain my situation to Mark Collins.  After the opening, most of Houston know who I am. I made an appointment to see this young lawyer the following day.

Paul gets out of the car and opens the door for Charlie. It looks like they talked on the way here. He picks up Charlie and walks over to me. I look up, and I see it is a trading company where we have stopped.

Paul walks over to me as I get out of my car, and I say coldly, "Give my son back, Paul. I am not playing."

Charlie can see I am outraged and upset and says, "Daddy, you better put me down and let me go. Mommy is very angry." Daddy! I almost have a fit right there. Did Paul tell him he could call him daddy!! I want to tell Charlie that his "daddy" signed him away six years ago, but looking at my son's face, I can not do it. The kid at school already told him his "daddy" did not want him, and I do not want to scar my child for life. So Paul just ignores me and walks into the building.

"Good day Mr. Stevens."  A young blond receptionist greets Paul. I smile sarcastically as I look at her, now that is more Paul's type. Young and blond. What does this man want from me? My son? He can forget about it! Charlie is my son, and for five years, I have raised him by myself. I will not allow this man to just walk into our lives and come and upset it! My heart is cold, and it shows in my eyes. The young little thing at reception looks at me, and I can see the jealousy in her eyes.

'You have nothing to worry about, doll. I am not interested in this man.'  I think by myself. Paul hardly looks at her and only nods his head in her direction.

We get in the elevator, and Paul pushes the button for the top floor. I want to hear what this man has to say, so I do not talk in front of Charlie. I need to know what I am up against. So I do not look at him, and I do not speak. Paul is quiet as well.

Charlie looks at the two of us and asks Paul, "Does daddy have a girlfriend?" I look at Charlie. What is this little young man planning?

Paul just answers, "No, my boy daddy only has a wife, and you call her Mommy." I feel the heat pushing up in my head as he says that.

Charlie smiles and says, "Does that mean we are a family now?"

I look at Charlie, but before I can say anything or explain to my son, Paul answers and says, "Yes, we are a family." I swear I am going to kill him! How dare he lie to my son, but I say nothing as I wait until we get to his office. As the elevator opens, a young socialite walks over to Paul and kisses him on the lips. I know her. She is Sandy Moore, and even when I was married to Paul back then, they were an item. I remember how she used to humiliate me whenever I ran into her back then. My eyes are dark as I look at her and smile, so she is still chasing after Paul.

"Darling, I have missed you," Sandy says.

Charlie's eyes got big, and he asked Paul, "Can you please put me down, Sir?"

I smile now that is my boy! Paul reluctantly puts Charlie down, and Charlie walks over to me, taking my hand. Paul looks at the socialite, and I can see he is a bit irritated.

Without greeting the socialite, Paul says, "Not now, Sandy, I am busy."  I see Sandy look at Charlie and me. She keeps holding on to Paul's arm.

Charlie looks at them and then tells me, "Mommy, I think we must go home. I think Mr. Stevens lied to me. I do not believe he is my father."

I see Paul's eyes narrow as he firmly pushes Sandy's hands away from him and says coldly, "Miss Moore, I will appreciate it if you do not touch me so personally in the future, we are just friends, and my wife and son do not seem to like other women touching me." I am almost choking!

Sandy looks shocked at his words and says, "What do you mean, Paul? We are more than just friends, and you do not have a wife and son, or is this b***h trying to scam you into believing this little bastard is your son? She has always been so in love with you."

Paul is now outraged as he looks at Sandy and says, "Do not call my wife a b***h, and my son is NOT a bastard. Now please leave."

Sandy is not taken aback and kisses Paul on the mouth again and says, "I will see you tonight, darling, we will talk about it later." Then, she walks past Charlie and me to get in the elevator.

Still, I reply, "Mr. Stevens, Miss Moore enjoy your day, no need for you to leave Sandy Moore. I do not care what you call me, but if you ever call my son a bastard again. I will personally make sure that not you or your father will never be able to show your faces in public again. I know enough about you to bring out all your scandals. As for you, Mr. Stevens, I am not your wife, and my son is not your son. So please leave us alone in the future." Charlie's little face looks angry as he looks at the woman and man standing in front of him. Paul looks upset, we want to get in the elevator, and he blocks our way.

He bends down to talk to Charlie and says, "Listen, my boy, this woman is not my girlfriend or anything. Daddy only loves you and Mommy." I am going to kick him in the face. My eyes go about fifty degrees colder.

Charlie looks at him and says, "Then why did she kiss you on the lips? And why is she hanging on you like she does not want to let you go, Sir? My mommy is classy and not a cheap thing like her. My mommy will only date classy men and not playboys. I told you before! Mommy, let's go. I do not want this man to be my daddy."

I smile warmly at Charlie. I want to kiss him all over his pretty little face. Sandy's face looks like she just got slapped, and Paul looks in shock at Charlie, and it looks like his cold eyes want to kill someone. Charlie and I walk into the elevator, and in my heart, I thank the stupid b***h Sandy Moore. Charlie has lost all respect for Paul, and it will be tough for him to win it back. Game on, Paul Stevens. I want to see you getting yourself out of his one. I smile coldly and take Charlie's hand as we walk out of the building to my car. I put Charlie at the back and strap him in. I get in my car, and we drive away.

Paul's POV

I look at Isabella, and she smiles triumphantly at me as the elevator doors close in front of me. You have won this round, Isabella, but you will not succeed in the end. I am angry I feel like I want to kill Sandy. I had my son's heart, and she had to f**k it all up.

"That little bastard called me a cheap woman, and what did that b***h mean I will not be able to show my face public again?" Sandy says

I look at her and say, "I am done with you Sandy, I have warned you not to call my son a bastard, and my wife is not a bitch."

She looks at me and says, "Paul, my darling, why do you keep calling that woman your wife? She is just an ugly fat girl, and she thinks she can catch you with that bastard son of hers."

I walk over to her and say coldly. "Open your eyes, Miss Moore. She is a real woman and not fat and ugly at all. She is someone I can respect, and she is also the only woman I will spend the rest of my life with. You, on the other hand, are wasting your time with me always have. I told you a long time ago I would never marry you and that you would never be part of my life. I never divorced Isabella, and she is still my wife, whether she and you like it or not. So now, please leave, and I do not ever want to see you again. I told you a million times we can only be friends, but now I do not even want to be your friend anymore, and one more thing, Miss Moore never call my son a bastard again or my wife a b***h. Do you think Isabella can not do anything to you? She can, and she will if you do not stop messing with our son. She is not the little pushover you could humiliate as you did in the past. I told you then, and I am telling you now again. Leave my wife alone, or you and your father will regret it in the future. I can sink you, and I will!" Sandy's face looks awful, full of hate and disbelief.

"Paul, please ... " I ignore her and walk away to my office, and close the door. I call my security to let Miss Moore out, and I also give instructions that she is not allowed back into any of my offices ever again. I am done with Sandy Moore. She when too far this time. Sandy's father ran into trouble this year, and he borrowed money from me. I can sink him if I want to, and if she continues to course problems between my family and me, she and her father will regret it. I do not play games when it comes to my son and the woman that stole my heart so many years back although she was a bit chubby back then, I was always just too hard-headed to admit it, but ever since I have been with her, that night no other woman could every please me after that.

At last, after all these years, I have admitted it to myself. I have loved Isabella since that night I made love to her. I can not and will not give her up. I know I chased her away that night because I was afraid to fall in love with a chubby woman. She was never ugly. Her blue eyes full of tears have haunted me for years. I was young and arrogant back then and used to beautiful women. I did not want to admit to myself back then that I fell in love with a chubby little girl. I have tried to forget her for years, but I can not, and even if she ever gets chubby again, I will still love her. I can just not tell her now. She will never believe me anyway. I feel sad as I think of her and my son leaving. I was so close to having them in my life, but I will win my son's trust again.

 My heart is not happy. I remember Charlie's little face looking at me in disgust. Over the last few years, I have started this investment company on the side, but it is doing much better than the restaurant business, and I mostly leave that business in the hands of James. I have made a lot of money, and I know I am one of the richest men in the States. I was always more interested in the trading business anyway, my father made me go into the restaurant business, but it is really not my field. I know I will have to go there and sort out the mess that James got us into, and at the moment, I will use the restaurant business to compete with Isabella, but I only do that to get closer to her and my son. I will not give up. I know it will be an uphill battle from now on, but I can not let her or my son walk out of my life again. I am happy the divorce never went through. She is my wife, and that is the way it will stay!