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
“No, this one is more than a thief. He’s a fucking cheater.” Okay with those words I needed no one to tell me whom he was talking about. My whole body tensed as the familiar scent of his cologne wafted into my nose. He’s here. “Woah, Ara you didn’t tell me his mistress is a human Barbie,” Dan spo
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
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
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
Arabella. I carried my tired and battered body out of the grocery shop to my car, the bag of foodstuff in my hands didn’t do well to help me. It added more burden than relief to me. I let out another sigh as I placed the three bags in one hand and then tried to open my car door with the other. It
Arabella. I found myself making the croissants and vegetable salad just as they requested, I couldn’t disagree more not after Ashton threatened me with cutting the funds. Ashton decided to also eat from the croissant. I mixed the dough and rolled it as I stared at the wall clock. It was almost eig
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
“No, this one is more than a thief. He’s a fucking cheater.” Okay with those words I needed no one to tell me whom he was talking about. My whole body tensed as the familiar scent of his cologne wafted into my nose. He’s here. “Woah, Ara you didn’t tell me his mistress is a human Barbie,” Dan spo
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 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
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 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.
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