Arabella. “You aren’t as dumb as I’d presumed,” she went on. I couldn’t do anything after shouting at her, the pieces started to fall into place; the fight this morning, Mom's call, and then this. Everything happened in just hours, every single thing I have worked my ass off to remain the same a
Alejandro. The strings of profanities wouldn’t stop leaving my mouth as the driver lost Ellie’s cab for a minute. The fucker was lucky to have caught the cab else he would have been saying hello to his maker. I watched the cab take a turn and then Landon who was sitting at the front said. “I thin
I would advise you to get us what we want right now and then we will leave without harming you,” he threatened. The lady looked between Landon and me, she was scared but trying hard to look brave. “You can’t do anything to me,” her voice shakes as she speaks. From my peripheral view, I could see h
Arabella. I fluttered my eyes open and immediately came face to face with an unfamiliar ceiling. My first thought was where am I? The bed underneath me was so comfy that at first, I didn’t want to stand up. But I had to, I sat up and looked around the room, it was different from any other rooms
Arabella. I went through my phone and just as I’d expected I saw missed calls from my mom, Agnes, Dan, and lastly the cheating Ashton. It wasn’t just calls I also got messages from Agnes and Dan and just one text from my mom and numerous texts from Ashton. I decided to read and reply to my mom's
Alejandro. A feisty thing, that’s what she is. Trying to act brave but was scared and hurt inside. I kept on carrying her in my arms as we walked down the stairs and god do I want the stairs to end. I couldn’t believe even after these past years she still feels good in my hands, and I wouldn’t mi
Arabella. As soon as I could locate the room I was given (after about twenty minutes of looking for it) I locked the door behind me and luckily no one bothered me. I didn’t eat dinner not because I wasn’t hungry but because who the hell eats dinner at midnight? I couldn’t take a bath since I don’t
“So you having sex with her is just a one-time thing?” I asked with immense anger. “I….I didn’t know what came over me Arabella, I promise this won’t happen again.” He isn’t telling me what I want to hear. “Is this the first time?” I asked again and the line went silent again. I brought the phone
“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