Breaking Point

Chapter Seven

Heartless Plans

Santiago

Illianna opened the door to my office and before I could even speak she beat me to it.

"I swear that I didn't do anything! The asshole tripped me and had the balls to me a bitch-" She rambled out as she dropped heavily into the seat in front of my desk. I heard about what happened in the dinning room this morning and I knew that Sèbastian was bound to pull something like this to her. He hated the Edwards almost as much as I did. They took his sister from him.

I wasn't interested in what she had to say, I was still trying to wrap my head around how she could understand what he said to her.

"Illianna," I said, annoyed at her ramblings. She didn't seem to hear me as she continued to frantically explain why it wasn't her fault.

"He's an overconfident shithead." She grumbled as she noticed my unamused expression. She was acting like she was a teenager that got called down to the principals office because of a disturbance in class.

"I don't care about what he did. I don't care who's fault it is. I called you here because I'm confused as to how you understood what he said to you." She gave me a one-shouldered shrug.

"I speak Spanish." She said nonchalantly, as if she wasn't just a babbling idiot a second ago.

"You failed to mention this because?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. She shrugged again, tucking a leg under the other.

"You never asked. I assumed you knew since I'm so easy to look up." She mocked. I crossed my arms at her smugness.

"Wether you can speak English or Spanish is more of a personal choice no? Who taught you how?" I questioned.

"I was born here, figured you would know that too." I silently cursed Diego for not finding her hospital records. Yet the only reasons of that being is because she was most likely not born in the hospital.

"You weren't born a hospital were you?" I stated, already knowing her answer.

"Nope, was born right here in Valencia. Raised by a psychopath and surrounded by psychopaths." She said bitterly. She absentmindedly played win her necklace at the base of her throat, her blonde waves falling in front of her face, creating a shadow.

"When I found you," I said, getting her attention. "You weren't anywhere near your estate, you were where I usually do my business transactions. How did you know of the place." Her face paled, her expression souring. Her fingers scratched at her knees roughly, her eyes dropped to the floor.

"I don't see how that's relevant to how I can speak Spanish." She said harshly. I was taken aback by her response and her quick change in moods.

"I never said it did, but I'm going to assume that you were sent to spy and gather information on me." I didn't believe that she was sent to spy but I was attempting to get a reaction out of her. I wanted to know her weaknesses. To know why she got so anxious when I asked.

"I'm not a spy! I've just, been there before. Every time I went though, I have never once seen you." She looked up at me, her fingers pausing on her knees.

"I could say the same to you pequeño." Her eyes narrowed.

"Why do you call me that. It's irritating." She huffed, crossing her arms.

"You called me princess." I countered. Illianna's anxiousness from before seemed to disappear at the statement as she smiled crookedly at me.

"It seemed fitting. Highly entitled, a little bitchy, throws tantrums. I could go on." She smirked, pushing her hair from her face. As I looked at her, I noticed that she had a slight tan from the Spain sun, her blue eyes and blonde hair were brought out because of it. Her blonde waves fell effortlessly down to her hips, her long eyelashes framed her doe-shaped eyes perfectly and her pouty lips stretched into a smirk. I caught myself from staring for too long, she was attractive yes, but I won't allow myself to stray from my ultimate goal with her: To use her. And I knew exactly how.