Ashton. It still felt surreal that Arabella wasn’t in the house, I couldn’t believe she could walk away like nothing ever happened between us. I admit that I made a mistake—which was biting me in the ass now—but couldn’t she forgive me for it? I mean I am the one she’s in love with, I know she lov
Arabella. I spent the next hours going through my emails again and again yet there still wasn’t any email from the company I applied to. I bit my nail nervously and as I sat on the couch while staring at my phone screen, for some reason I wanted an email to magically appear in my phone telling me
Arabella. “I’m not trying to pry in your life but I want to say this,” my head whipped to the side, looking at Agnes who was leaning at the room door. “Your mother is a bitch,” I stifled a laugh but ended up crying and laughing at the same time. “I’m sorry but not sorry for saying that,” She said
Arabella. “Miss Owen, this is attorney Cheryl,” Cheryl said as soon as I picked up the call. “I know Cheryl. How did it go?” I asked, balancing the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I opened the door of the taxi. The wait intensified as I waited for her answer. Cheryl called me two days ag
Arabella. I stood in front of the building where I would be doing my second interview for the day, the building was larger than the rest I had been to. The name of the building ‘Andro’s Corp.’ was boldly written at the top in a beautiful golden letter that shone so brightly with the sun facing it.
Alejandro. It was like fate was giving me signs that this could work again, that whatever Ellie and I had in the past could happen again and I'm starting to believe that. Seeing Ellie here in my office was coincidental, hell I had no idea she was going to be among one of the applicants. I should h
Arabella. I got home fuming, I couldn’t believe Alejandro could say such a thing; offer me a job out of pity because he’s aware of my father's condition. If he thinks that would make me accept his offer then he’s wrong, I would rather remain like this or even go out there and work a different job f
Arabella. It wasn’t working, none of the plans in my head worked. After doing everything I thought would work including threatening him that still didn’t get Ashton to sign the fucking papers. I mean, why wouldn’t he just sign so we can both be free? He has his mistress living with him already so
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