Novels by HA. Bloom

Arabella:I froze when I opened the door to my apartment. Sky and my grandma were pacing about in the living room area with their phones glued to their ears and when they saw me, their movements halted.My heartbeat quickened, my hands shaking on the door handle. What was Sky doing here? I wasn't ready to face her yet."Bella, where the hell have you been?" Sky asked, her face softening with relief as she dropped her phone. "Ruth has been worried the whole day"My gaze shifted to my grandma, who was staring at me inquisitively, then to the clock on the wall behind her. I noted the time. I had been gone for almost seven hours. She was bound to be worried, especially as I'd run out this morning without saying a word to her."I just stepped out for a while to get something done. You shouldn't have called Sky to bother her about this" I tried avoiding Sky's sharp gaze, scanning me as I walked into the house. My steps almost faltered as I stepped around her.I thought she'd be at work. I w

Arabella:I stared at my reflection, barely seeing the dress clinging to my body. A simple white maxi, silver stones trailing to my ankles. My hair was pulled into a sleek bun, my makeup subtle, making me look like the perfect bride.The dress was beautiful, elegant, and perfect. Too perfect for something so fake.But fake or not, it was happening. I was going to walk down the aisle with Adrian Davidson. It was ironic that I'd once dreamed of this moment with him but now, the thought left a bitter taste in my mouth."I must say that of all the women he has brought for me to dress, you are the most stunning," A heavily French-accented voice said behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. Lifting my eyes, they clashed with Brigitte's sharp gaze through the mirror.As Adrian's stylist, she had done a good job transforming me into his perfect bride. And now, I also know that she'd dressed numerous women for him. For some reason, that made my stomach tighten.Brigitte scanned me in approva

AdrianI watched as her jaws tensed and her nostrils flared as she tried to keep herself together. But I wasn't lying. She did look like she'd pass out, soon. She looked different from the composed woman I'd met the previous day. Her face was pale despite the flush of the skin, her hair tussled, and her eyes were filled with exhaustion.This made me wonder what happened within the twenty hours after our discussion that forced her to change her mind.My eyes trailed from her face to her upright posture, her muscles were stiff. I knew she didn't want to be here but she had no choice. Her defiance though, was still there, a fire that I wasn't used to seeing from her. One I would have to quench because although I needed her, she needed me the most.The door opened and Lana walked in, holding a tray carrying a glass of cold juice. She closed the distance and placed it in front of Ara before leaving.Ara stared at the drink for a moment, scowling as she pushed it to the side."I don't need

Arabella:Javier Ramirez was the kind of man you didn't want showing up at your doorstep because when he did, it meant trouble.I was in trouble.I'd taken money from him. It was a desperate, reckless decision that kept me afloat. If he was here now, it meant a year had already passed and he was here to get back his money."Won't you let me in, amor?" He asked smoothly, his thick Spanish accent unmistakable. His voice was laced with something that sent a shiver down my spine.I gripped the door tighter, my pulse hammering against my neck. Letting him in was a mistake but keeping him outside might be worse. He was a dangerous man.Standing face to face with him now, one question bugged me. What was I thinking going to him for help?His gaze remained trained on me as he waited for me to decide. Swallowing hard, I took a step aside silently inviting him in. He stepped inside with the deliberate grace of a man who knew he owned any room he walked into. Only then did I notice another man t

Arabella:My whole body tensed as the door clicked shut. He was gone but his words were still ringing in my head. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep, shaky breath to calm myself, but that didn't work. My thoughts were spiraling.Ten million.The amount made my heart race. Ten whole million just to get married to him, or in his words, pretend to be someone who was in love with him. The offer was tempting. So fucking tempting that if it were anyone else and not him, I would've taken it without a thought.But it just had to be him.It was laughable that after all my efforts to manage the situation didn't prevail, the only ray of hope I finally got was from the man I despised the most. A deprecating snort left my lips.The sound of hurried footsteps clicking against the marble floor, followed by Mr. Hart's overly excited voice, snapped me out of my thoughts."Bella, I don't know how you did it but the most expensive piece from our latest collection has been purchased"Mustering up a small

AdrianBella.It sounded foreign – I'd never really referred to her as that.She was the Bella who Grandma spoke so much about. So much so that she felt sad she hadn't seen her before getting discharged from the hospital. She'd even left her a gift. It was rare to see Hallie Davidson soft towards someone since her major trait was being deviously calculative. But Bella, somehow, made her a big pile of mush.I should have known that it could've been her since Sky worked at the hospital but I'd brushed it off, thinking Sky would never let her get close to anyone related to me.Though I'm betting she did try but Ara was either too stubborn to listen or Grandma was insistent – as always.But whatever it was, she'd launched herself into my world – again – the moment I received a mail with her name on it and picked her miserable little life apart. It took barely seven hours to find out what I wanted and twelve to walk in here and make her an offer that threw her off.I watched her, picturing