Novel-novel oleh Eve Halloway

Ariana’s POV"Those bastards!" Julie cursed after the guards dragged us out of the waiting room. Her eyes were filled with anger and worry."Ari, you need medical attention too. Will you stop being stubborn and get yourself treated? Please, we'll figure the rest out later I promise." she pleaded, her voice shaking."No! I'm not going anywhere," I cried, my body trembling. Tears streamed down my face as guilt crashed over me. "This is all my fault. I'm so stupid, so stupid!" I hit myself, frustration and despair mixing into one overwhelming emotion."No, Ari! This is not your fault. Stop hitting yourself, please," Julie rushed forward, grabbing my wrists to stop me."I put him in danger," I sobbed. "It's my fault!" My chest ached as the words left my mouth. "I have to go in. I need to know if Damien will be okay!" I tried to push past her, desperate to reach the surgery waiting room."Ariana, no! Come back! Don't do this!" Julie grabbed my arm, trying to hold me back.I fought against

Ariana’s POV“No… no… Damien, you’ve been shot!” My voice broke as I fought back the tears threatening to spill.Damien groaned in pain, his body swaying before his knees buckled, and he sank to the ground.Panic surged through me as I rushed to his side, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I pressed my trembling fingers against the wound in his stomach, trying to stop the bleeding, but the warm liquid kept seeping through my fingers.“Ari… run… just… leave me… here… go……” His voice was weak, barely above a whisper.“No, Damien! I won’t leave you… I won’t… I won’t let you die here alone! hey look at me!" My hands cradled his face, forcing him to look at me. “You hear me? We’re leaving together. I’m not leaving you behind.”His breathing was shallow, and his face was growing pale. “Ari… please… go… just run…”“Damien, stop! Stay with me, please… please stay with me.” My voice cracked as the tears finally fell. I looked up and saw my father’s men closing in on us, their footsteps growing l

Ariana's POVI opened my eyes, disoriented. Where was I? My head pounded as I tried to move, only to realize I was tied to a chair. Panic surged through me as I glanced around the dimly lit space—an abandoned factory. I struggled against the ropes, but they wouldn’t budge.Then, a voice cut through the silence."Stop struggling, Ariana. Don’t make things harder for yourself, darling," the voice taunted, stepping closer.I froze. My breath hitched as my eyes met his. My father. The sight of him sent a wave of anger and fear crashing over me."What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?" I demanded, my voice shaking with both fury and desperation."Oh, Ariana, darling, are you crying?" He smirked, taking slow, deliberate steps toward me. He leaned in, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear."Don’t cry. This won’t take long," he murmured, lifting my chin with his hand."Let go of me!" I spat, sinking my teeth into his skin.He recoiled, hissing in pain. Then, with a flash of an

Ariana's POVI slowly opened my eyes. My head ached, my neck was sore, and my body felt weak. Everything around me was dark. My mind struggled to grasp where I was. Then it hit me—I had been injected with something earlier.I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. The floor beneath me was rough. I was at the back of a moving van.I forced myself up and crawled toward the door in the darkness, trying to open it. It wouldn’t budge.“No… no… where the hell are they taking me?” I whispered, panic gripping me. My hands shook, and tears welled in my eyes.My phone!Yes! I had tucked it inside the inner pocket of my gown.With weak, trembling hands, I searched for it. When I finally found it, I grabbed it quickly and turned on the screen. 200 missed calls. Damien.I tried to call him back, but there was no signal. Fear surged through me, making my hands tremble even more. I moved to the other side of the van, hoping for a better connection. Nothing.Tears streamed down my cheeks.He

Ariana’s POVI had just finished my bath and walked downstairs. As I stepped into the living room, I glanced around, expecting to see Damien, maybe reading his journal or watering the flowers like he usually did. But he wasn’t there. The house felt empty, and I wondered where he could be.I moved toward the flowers by the window, the ones Damien always took care of. Bending down, I inhaled their fresh scent, a small smile forming on my lips. I could almost picture him standing here, watering them with that serious look on his face.Realizing what I was doing, I quickly straightened up and shook my head. What am I even thinking?I walked to the dining area, my eyes landing on the empty table. A sigh escaped my lips."God, I really miss you, Martha," I muttered. If she were here, she would’ve made breakfast by now.My phone beeped in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked the screen.An alert from yesterday's design sale.My eyes widened, and excitement bubbled up inside me. I jumped up

Ariana's POV"H...hi," I said hesitantly, my voice coming out softer than I intended.Damien stood near the entrance of the villa, his gaze locked onto mine. There was something in his eyes—anger, maybe—but I couldn't quite tell. His face was impassive, yet his sharp blue eyes held a fire I wasn’t sure I had ever seen before.I was about to brush past him and head inside when his voice stopped me."You're late. It's almost 8:30 PM," he said, slipping one hand into his pocket while the other flicked at his watch.I scoffed. "Last time I checked, there wasn’t a rule saying I couldn't come home whenever I wanted. And you need to learn how to mind your own business ." My tone was laced with defiance as I stepped forward, intent on walking past him.But before I could take another step, I felt his hands on my waist. My breath hitched as he pushed me gently—yet firmly—against the wall.My heart pounded."Do you really think so?" he asked, his voice a low whisper, the warmth of his breath br