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. I woke up the next morning on my bed, which was surprising, and that wasn’t the only surprising thing that happened. I had a wet cloth sitting on my forehead as I got up from the bed. I didn’t remember putting it there in the first place and the last time I remember I was the only one in
Arabella. It came so slowly and after a few seconds, the only thing I could feel was the stinging pain on my cheek. Ashton slapped me. I stared at him in disbelief as my hand came up so slowly to cup my cheek. He slapped me. “I warned you, Arabella, don’t say another word again.” He ordered. I
Arabella. I don’t know what to do or how far I have come, but what I know is that I have been sitting on this bench crying my eyes out and far away from Ashton’s mansion. I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down and the one thing I was thankful for was that the road wasn’t busy. It would have b
Arabella. I couldn’t call the cops and neither could I take my phone back, and that didn’t stop Alejandro from taking me to his car. Minutes later I found myself sitting in the front seat of Alejandro’s extra flashy car. I refused to acknowledge his presence, not after he practically forced me into
Alejandro. Okay maybe I went too far in teasing her, maybe I shouldn’t even say a word. I felt bad seeing her burst into tears, I hate it. If there’s one thing I hate the most, that would be seeing Ellie cry. “I’m sorry,” I apologized in the quiet car. The only sound you can hear is her crying. “
Arabella. I quickly looked away from him and acted like I didn’t see him at all. I walked slowly and tried my best not to stare at him again. The image of him leaning against his car with that dark shade on his face popped up in my head again, the same as the image of us kissing. I closed my eyes
I shook my head, I am nothing like him. I am not a cheat like him. “Don’t compare yourself to me, Ashton, we are about to get divorced so I have every right to be with another man. You hate the thought of it right?” I asked, staring at his fuming face. “You hate the thought of me kissing another
Arabella. Ashton leaned back in his seat, looked at the envelope, and then at me. “So this is it huh? This is what our life has become, Ara,” he said, confusing me. “We could have been happy, you know, all this wouldn’t have happened if you had stayed.” He said, and I frowned hating how he was pa
Arabella. Just like I thought, the drama I created back at the restaurant blew up like wildfire, everyone was either commenting on how cheap Ashton was and back lashing his mistress. I felt good knowing that they wouldn’t support him because he was rich and could harm any of them. I left the house
Arabella. “Ara…do not lie to me. I know something happened between you guys, so give me a damn reply.” She urged. I shook my head, “Nothing happened Aggie. He….we only bumped in the club and then he offered to bring me home when I was feeling tired. That’s all.” I lied, biting my inner cheek and f
Arabella. I noticed two strange things when I woke up this morning, The first was that I was in a new set of clothes when I do not remember putting them on and the second was that my head was aching so bad that it felt like it was going to fall off. I sat up in the bed and looked around, I couldn'
Agnes. Life isn’t fair. Life is fucking cruel. But we only get this one, so we have to make it count. You can’t dwell in the past, you look ahead, count your blessings, and plan for the future. That is what someone close to me always tells me. At first, I thought it was bullshit but now I can se
It was almost seven and I didn’t want to go home now. “I don’t know, anywhere my legs take me to,” I answered with a shrug. We kept walking without saying anything for a while, just enjoying the silence and the cold air. “What you did back there was badass Ara,” he said and my lips curled up in a
Arabella. He thought I couldn’t do it. He was edging me, thinking I was all bark and no bite but then I proved him wrong. “Everyone, I would like you to meet my husband and his mistress!” I said, yelling at the top of my voice so it would attract the attention of everyone in the restaurant. And