The third point of view:

Isabella woke up with a smile on her face. She turned and stretched as the morning sun filtered through the window curtain which prompted her eyes to fall on the figure sleeping beside her. The smile deepened and she cupped her mouth to prevent the giggles from escaping. God! She just lost her v-card last night. She had never felt this good and free.

Isabella rolled onto her side to face him, resting her chin in her palm as she took in his looks; the chiseled chest that had traces of their passion. A blush crept up her face but she ignored it, that reaction was practically normal considering what they did last night. 

"Hey handsome, it's morning already," Isabella woke him up but Pedro simply stirred and turned the other way. She snorted, what a sleepy head. 

However, she didn't give up and came up with a new strategy. A devilish thought came into her head and she slipped her hand into the sheet, trailed down, and got hold of his member which stirred to life immediately. 

"What the f*ck!" Pedro's eyes shot open at once, "What are you doing?!" his face was a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. 

"Shh," Isabella pressed her finger against her lips and continued to rub her hand up and down his length.

Pedro's breath quickened and he threw his head back, reeling from the pleasure his demoness girlfriend was giving him. 

"God, yes," He moaned, his breath now faster, desperate for more. As if Isabella knew that, she wrapped her hand around his head and squeezed him tight, earning a satisfied groan. 

"Look at me," she ordered him, using her other hand to clutch a fistful of his hair, keeping his eyes on her. 

"Do you love me?" She asked Pedro who was struggling to keep his eye open from the excessive pleasure coursing through him. 

"Of course, I do... God!" he moaned

"Would you ever betray me?" she asked, still working him. 

"No!" he shouted, but out of frustration at her suddenly slowing down when he was just about to reach. 

"What did you say? I can't hear you loud," 

"No!" He screamed it out at the top of his lungs, he just wanted her to finish what he started.

"But what if you go back on your words, what should I do to you? My sweet Pedro," Isabella purred sexily, 

heightening the passion in the air. 

"Cut off my d*ck," 

What the fu..., Isabella wanted to curse out loud. If she cuts them off and later forgives him in the future - which was 20% probability - how would they bear beautiful children in the future? Yet a smile still graced her lips; the comment showed how precious she was to him. 

Then she increased her pace, touching him with a speed that made him tremble when the great climax rippled through him. She pulled her hand, wiping off the hot seed with the sheet - the cleaners have a lot of work to do today. 

"Goodmorning," Isabella smiled at him. She would have kissed him but then, morning breath sucks. 

"Goodmorning," Pedro smiled back.

"We should get ready to leave," Isabella announced, climbing off the bed. The sheet fell off her body, exposing all of her assets to him, "Like what you see?" she winked, heading to the bathroom.

Pedro gulped down. They said women would be the downfall of men, he could bet that wasn't far from the truth because right now, he would give up everything to be with her.

And just like a moth drawn to a flame, Pedro abandoned his fears and premonition and went into the bathroom with her. If he would die after this, no problem, but he'd be happier to know even in the afterlife that he'd known Isabella. 

So he joined her in the bathroom where they finished off the rest of the fun. In one word, Isabella was a sex goddess who knew the various ways to turn him on. It still shocks him knowing she was a virgin until last night. He shivered, the girl's knowledge was terrifying. 

Both couples luxuriated in the bathrooms, studying each other's bodies and satisfying their licentious appetite. By the time they were done, an hour had passed.

"We should leave, it's ten in the morning. I need to return home," She told him, putting on her dress from last night.

At the mention of home, Pedro stiffened up and Isabella noticed that. She walked over to him and took his hand in hers saying, "You shouldn't worry about my father finding out, he doesn't know a thing and would never know,"

His face featured confusion, 

"What are you talking about?"

"My father and Reina should be on their honeymoon already - that was the plan - else, why do you think my phone hasn't rung yet? I do things with careful consideration," she explained with pride, "The only thing that mattered to my father last night was his new wife, Reina. I can assure you that he wouldn't even remember that I exist, " 

Almost immediately, the doorbell rang and both looked at each other, surprised.

"Do you order for room service?" Pedro asked her. 

"No," Isabella answered, putting on her defense instantly. She walked closer to the door and asked, "Who's that?" 

"Room service," Came the answer. 

"I didn't order for anything," she replied, brows furrowed contemplatively. 

"I know, but the manager is giving you a free breakfast - you're a VVIP in our hotel," 

But then Isabella still didn't believe her and until she looked through the peephole to discover it was the same cleaner from last night, did she relax. 

"Alright, give me a minute," she told the woman and turned to Pedro, "Are you done?" she questioned the boy who had just zipped his pants. 

"Sure," He gestured to her to open the door.

And she did.

"Hi, here's your breakfast," the woman pushed in the trolley full of mouth-watering dishes. 

"Thank you," Isabella said, peering out to the hallways to discover if any strange person was lurking in the shadows. This breakfast didn't sit well with her since she was someone who liked making plans neither did she like unnecessary adjustments to them. 

But then, who was she to refuse free food, especially one as tasty as the ones her father cooks at home. Shit, recalling her father just ruined her mood - that damn old man. This time she and Pedro ate in silence and was done quickly. 

"We should go before Anabelle bombards me with her calls," She took Pedro's hands in hers as they walked over to the door. Isabella was the happiest since she has achieved her long-time dream of corrupting his soul. 

With that feeling of happiness, she opened the door only for her smile to vanish instantly because standing before her was her worst nightmare, no, someone's worst nightmare. 

Pedro stilled like a statue, what the hell just happened. Why was Niklaus standing before them and grinning like the devil he was. A million thoughts went through his mind in such a short period, didn't Isabella say he was away on his honeymoon? 

"Pedro, run!" Isabella said at him just as she rammed her elbow into her father's guts, creating a momentary distraction. 

He ran out yet hesitated when he saw Isabella holding off her father, "What about you?" his heart reached out to her. 

"I'll be fine, he can't do anything to me since I'm his daughter. Now run!" Isabella hissed out with effort as she fought her father. 

Pedro wanted to run but he couldn't stand and watch Isabella got beaten and she must have sensed his hesitation because she turned and yelled, "Just fucking run! "

Pedro took off instantly. 

He ran through the hallway like a mad man - a man running for his life. He must have been crazy thinking he would sleep with Niklaus' daughter and go scot-free. 

Pedro kept running with all his might that his breath left his lungs when he bumped into someone out of nowhere. He looked up at the interference and froze. Uh-no, this was one of Niklaus' men. 

He stood and tried to retrace his step but the man was faster and had him overpowered already, using a black cloth to cover his nose. 

Pedro's eyes widened, he was trying to drug him. No, he can't let that happen! So he strived, but his strength was not strong enough to save him. He gave into the darkness. 

Hours later, Pedro was awoken by the sounds of Isabella's wails and a weight on his body and why does he feel so cold? He should look around. Wait a minute, he was being buried ALIVE!

Instantly, the boy tried to stand, he couldn't. His waist downward had been buried, leaving only his torso upward. The boy knew Niklaus did that on purpose; he wanted him to watch his death. 

"No, father, don't do this!" Isabella cried out but her sobs didn't touch the stony-faced Niklaus. The girl was held down by his men knowing she wouldn't hesitate to rescue the boy. 

"I warned you, didn't I?" Niklaus stood in front of the newly dug grave that would be covered soon. 

"P-please save me, I won't do it again," Pedro pleaded, tears streaming down his cheeks. He didn't want to die like this. Heck, he was too young to die! 

"I would have forgiven you but then, you've eaten the forbidden fruit, remember? Hence too late for that," Niklaus said, stomping the cigarette he had been smoking with his feet. He motioned his men with the shovels to proceed. 

"Father don't do this!" Isabella wailed as she had never done before but her tears fell on deaf ears. 

"Please save me!" Pedro cried for help but no one was there to save him. And that was how the young fool lost his life because of love. 

*End of imagination* 

Reina shook the ridiculous imagination out of her head. No, she couldn't let this happen! So she had to put more effort into seducing the man she was kissing right now. Isabella would pay for this huge favor later.