The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 2

The whole week, they only get lectures from their profs, and next week, they will deal with their quizzes.

The professor didn’t discuss too much since she gave them handouts, and all they needed was to review.

“I didn’t see that, Troy, huh,” Becca said the moment the professor left.

I don’t even give a damn about him, Isla thought.

She arched her brow and stared at Becca with her arms crossed.

“What?”

Isla shook her head and scoffed. “You hated his presence, right? Now that he’s not present, you’re looking for him. Are you insane? Where’s your brain?” she asked simultaneously.

Becca rolled her eyes, “I’m just curious. Who knows if that jerk is planning a trap to corner you. So, don’t you dare stay away by my side,” she asserted.

Isla smiled. “I can handle myself. Besides…” she stood up, “—I have guards,” she added, making Becca frown.

“What guard?”

Isla smirked. “Nothing. Anyway, Zero can’t fetch me today. We’re gonna take a cab?”

Becca nodded as they started to walk.

“Guys, the prof is not present for our last subject for today,” It was a voice coming from their classmates who gathered on the side of the hallway.

Becca, who heard it walked closer to them.

“Is it for real?’ she asked, feeling close.

Ever since they entered this university, they didn’t dare to get attached to anyone except for the two of them. But now, Becca is asking as if they are her friends.

The woman who said it nodded and delivered the message again in a polite manner.

“Thank you,” Becca replied before she dragged Isla. “Girl, let’s go shopping. Let’s use Zero’s black card,” she said and glanced at her.

Isla frowned. “I don’t want to use—”

“Oh, come on. He gave that to you for you to use, not for just a display on your wallet.”

Isla heaved a deep sigh.

Last month, Zero gave his black card to her so that she could use it for anything she wanted. But Isla doesn’t want to take advantage.

“Soon, you will get married, and it’s great that Zero entrusted that card to you—his future wife. Why so being killjoy, Isla?”

Isla frowned and glared at her. “I better use this for my daughter than for you. Why don’t you get Apollo’s black card too? In that way, you can use it to buy anything you want—oh, before I forgot, you have one, right?”

Becca grimaced; her shoulders fell. “Dad cut it off. He limited my funds,” she replied helplessly.

“At the nearby mall, please,” Becca said to the cab.

When she saw the side view of the cab driver, he was wearing a masked which is unusual for drivers like him. Suddenly, she felt a strong jolt in her chest.

Damn, she had a bad feeling about this.

Becca was still smiling while she was simply observing the driver. Then suddenly, the cab takes a different route.

“Hey, Mister. The mall is that way….” Becca complained, “—why are you taking—” she paused when she saw a cloud of smoke enveloping their place.

Isla tried to hold her breath and didn’t panic, but the gas was too strong.

Before she lost consciousness, she saw the cab driver’s eyes.

“Troy…”

In the driver’s seat, Troy smiled triumphantly because, at last, he executed his plan. He slowed down and dialed a number.

“Hi, sis. I have a surprise for you—no, but you’ll see it. Meet me at our vacation house near the beach—yes, there. Sure. Sure.”

After that, he hung up and glanced at the back. He smiled and got his gaze back in front.

‘You’re mine now, Isla,’ he thought.