Arabella. I’m currently lying on Agnes’s bed but wasn’t sleeping. I couldn’t sleep even with the banging headache and stuffy nose. I knew I would get sick from crying too much but I didn’t stop. The door opened and Agnes brought her head inside, she smiled softly as our eyes met and I returned her
“It’s the same one, Aggie. The same bastard who left me in high school,” I replied. “What does he want now? And why did he show his face now when he went MIA on you years ago?” She asked angrily. I shrugged, I had no answer for that: I didn’t know his reason for leaving, why he could leave without
Arabella. “What are you going to do now?” Agnes asked as she pulled from the hug. Honestly, I have no idea what I would do right now. I was thinking of getting a divorce, I can’t stay with a man who doesn’t think I’m enough for him. I wanted to leave him but that came with a price; my father’s lif
Arabella. There has never been a time I had to urge to hit somebody on the head so badly that they would hit the floor and not wake up for the next ten hours but right now I have that urge—so strong that it’s almost consuming me. Right now I have that urge to hit Ashton. “I swear that she’s the o
Arabella. I faced him and saw him looking at me…..with a smirk on his face. “Do you think you can survive out there with me?” Cocky bastard. “Without my help, my influence, and my money? Do you think your father could last a day or two more without getting his treatment the right way?” The one th
Arabella. “I heard you are divorcing my son,” I rolled my eyes as I heard her voice. I need no one to tell me what that was. “And what if I am?” I asked without taking my eyes off the laptop screen. “You should think about your decision before doing anything Arabella,” I looked at her. “It’s for
Alejandro. On. Off. On. Off. I flicked the lighter in my hand trying to take my mind off things and also trying not to kill the bastard in front of me. “You say they are best friends huh?” Harry asked, interrupting Luis again for what felt like the thousandth time. “For the last time shut the f
Alejandro. I parked my Bugatti La Voiture Noire in front of my parents’ house….rather a fucking damn castle. Mama would have been fine living in the countryside with a small house and a dog or cat by her side but no, papa thinks it’s right to show everyone just how rich we are. So this castle was
Arabella. Agnes didn’t return home that night after she left with Harry, at first I was worried but after getting a text from her that everything was alright only then was I able to sleep properly. My days have been the same and I haven’t come across Ashton and his mistress which was another plus
“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