Alejandro. The universe really has a way of fucking you up. It has a way of playing with your emotions, bringing you down, and making you feel unwanted only to have someone you love slipping away from your fucking hands. The universe has a way of fucking with you, it can give you love and happines
Arabella. I jerked awake and frowned looking at my surroundings. It’s still bright outside so that means I haven’t been sleeping for long. What the hell woke me up? I got my answer immediately after the thought when I heard the loud banging from outside the door which made me frown deeper. Who the
“Leave Ashton,” I ordered. His whole face changed, the guilty look he had was gone and it was replaced by that same look I have come acquainted with these past few months. “Arabella…” “Jesus Christ Ashton, leave! What more do you want, bastard? Haven't you done enough already?” I asked, cleaning
Arabella. I paid the cab driver and rushed into the hospital, I stopped at the receptionist's table and asked. “Hi, please I’m here for Mr Owen,” I politely asked. “A minute miss,” she said and started typing on her computer. I bit my bottom lip, I looked at her and then around the place. She wa
I can’t believe Ashton would stoop so low because I spoke rudely to him. “Hey Ella, why are you crying?” Mom asked beside me. I frowned, crying. I wasn’t crying, why would she say that, I took my hand to my face and felt my cheeks wet. Gosh, I didn’t even know I had been crying. “It’s nothing,” I
Alejandro. I stared at the address in front of me and then at the shop that wasn't open. This is it right, this was the address in the file, right? I stared at the paper and then at the shop, the name ‘Ellie’s Heaven’ was bodily written in a beautiful design at the top. That was the only thing
Arabella. I kept on looking behind me as the cab rode fast, Alejandro’s car was still following me and at that moment I didn't know what to do. “Can you drive a little bit faster please?” I asked the driver who merely glanced at me but didn't add to the speed. I know he must be scared of riding a
“Hi,” I looked at her name tag, “Victoria, please I’m here to see….” I got interrupted. “Your husband I know.” My brows raised as I stared at her. That same look of adoration was still on her face, “I know you are his wife,” she answered and I couldn’t help but ask. “How?” “You are all over the
“Nothing much apart from trying to find out what your girlfriend's problem is.” Mom answered, causing me to look at her. With narrowed eyes, I asked, “What happened?” “She’s being a bitch brother.” Lily chipped in. “What?” “Yes, she’s acting like she owns the house whenever you are out knowing w
Ashton. Work was hectic, and getting home was worse. My week had started badly—by getting officially divorced—and it ended up being worse. I haven’t been able to concentrate for the whole day and if it wasn't for the help of my secretary I would have signed a million dollar deal with a rival compa
Alejandro. These past few days have been hell for me and for everyone around me, they know they shouldn’t say or act like a fool when I’m like this. I tried so hard to focus on business and get my head straight but instead, I waged a war with another small group in town. I haven’t done something
Arabella. Everything was finalized. My lawyer made sure everything went smoothly and now I can officially say that I’m divorced. I had a breakdown, crying myself to sleep while staring at the papers but after a while, I was able to stop, I even had a little party about the divorce. It still feels
Arabella. I didn’t know what to feel as I stared at the divorce papers; should I be relieved, hurt, or upset that he finally signed? My emotions were in a fucking mess and I couldn’t control it, my eyes stings and I know I was going to cry soon because my sight became blurry but I can’t. I felt to
Arabella. “At least I’m not the one who whored herself to a married man.” I smirked seeing the way her face dropped. She no longer had that smug look on her face and neither was she smiling. Good. “You don’t get to preach to me why I shouldn’t be happy or not when you are not happy, bitch. You sl
Arabella. It has been three days and I haven’t seen nor spoken to Alejandro—well I have been avoiding him. I planned on doing that until he got the message that I did not want anything to do with him and his violent world again. In those three days I took a long time planning my life, I wanted it
Ashton. I left the house after making sure Sandra was out in her place, looking back at everything I said to her the only thing I can say is that she deserved it. She shouldn’t think I would give her princess treatment because she is pregnant with my child—the same child I have doubts if it’s mine
She rolled her eyes and sat up, “You don’t intimidate me, Ashton. I’m not like your weak and defenseless ex-wife who does as you say. I am not going into that kitchen and that’s final.” She said and I ground my teeth together when she mentioned Arabella. I took a step forward, “You are nothing lik