Alejandro. The shooting didn’t stop after one of them opened fire and I was lucky enough I had gotten Ellie down before the bullets started flying through the car. For fuck sake these people are trying to get themselves killed and that’s what exactly I’m doing to them. I looked down at Ellie who
Alejandro. I couldn’t be happier that we were able to get out of that situation unscathed—scratch that, Ellie was able to get out of the car untouched. I tried to minimize my wincing as much as I could but I wouldn’t lie, my side hurt like a fucking bitch. “Is everything okay?” Harry asked as he i
Arabella. Everything has been a roller coaster ride today and I haven’t been able to come over one and then another one happened. After everything I have been through today I wouldn’t blame someone if they call my day shitty; first was meeting Alejandro unexpectedly in my father's ward, and the nex
Who the hell were these people? What do they do? “Only when he has been attended to by a doctor and got an all-clear from him will I be able to believe he’s fine? Now get your ass over here and help me take him to the hospital.” I ordered. I didn’t know what came over me suddenly but I felt like I
Arabella. I stayed outside the room, pacing up and down without stopping. My heart wouldn’t stop beating so fast and loud that I feared Harry who was sitting beside me would hear. Since the doctor drove me out of the room I haven’t been able to stop thinking, different scenarios flashed in my head
Arabella. I stayed by Alejandro’s side the whole time he was asleep and I wasn’t going to lie, I kept my eyes on his face and naked chest rather than keeping an eye on him—well in my defense I was still keeping an eye on him. It has been two hours and yet the man hasn’t made an effort to wake up.
Alejandro. I let out a groan as I woke up, the pain in my side was the first thing that I felt after becoming conscious. It felt like my insides were being pierced by small tiny needles again and again. It felt painful. And breathing hurts like freaking hell. Christ! But it isn’t anything
Arabella. I could not believe it. I could not believe Alejandro was kissing me…..again and I’m allowing it. His lips were surprisingly soft when they met mine—I couldn’t tell how he tasted or felt like when we kissed the first time because I was drunk—and I found myself opening to the kiss. I le
“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