Arabella. I’ve felt this before. This heart-racing, breath-stopping body-numbing sensation. The moment when your whole world has been ripped away from you and you’re suddenly falling, knowing there’s nothing at the bottom to catch you. Save you. Feeling like the whole breath inside you has been kno
I moved to the side and he took a step sideways too, he wouldn’t stop no matter how many times I glared or yelled at him to stop pulling attention to us. Some people were already glancing our way including his grandfather and I hate to know that Ashton would see us in this position and assume the wo
Arabella. Ashton angrily dragged me to the car, he was aggressive but tried not to show it since we were still at the party ground. He led me to the front of the building as we waited for his driver, minutes later the car parked in front of us. I stepped in before him and without another word, th
Gosh, it has been a rollercoaster night, and just when I thought I could have a little peaceful time Ashton wanted a fight. “Don’t turn this on me Arabella, this isn’t about me.” He snapped. “Really? Then what’s it about?” “It’s about you and that damn grandson of Mr Castillo. I saw the way he wa
Arabella. I looked at the bed we share as husband and wife then at my husband who acts impassively. “Ashton….” The whole look on his face made every word I intended to say go back in. Right now I was scared, scared of what he would do if I didn’t do as he’d said. I wasn’t going to disobey him(I w
Arabella. I carried my tired and battered body out of the grocery shop to my car, the bag of foodstuff in my hands didn’t do well to help me. It added more burden than relief to me. I let out another sigh as I placed the three bags in one hand and then tried to open my car door with the other. It
Arabella. I found myself making the croissants and vegetable salad just as they requested, I couldn’t disagree more not after Ashton threatened me with cutting the funds. Ashton decided to also eat from the croissant. I mixed the dough and rolled it as I stared at the wall clock. It was almost eig
Arabella. Morning came too quickly and although I still needed much sleep I carried my tired self to the kitchen. I prepared breakfast for them, didn’t care to ask what they wanted to eat, and microwaved the croissants; that’s if they wanted any. I did all of this before any of them would wake up,