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
Arabella. Morning came too quickly and although I still needed much sleep I carried my tired self to the kitchen. I prepared breakfast for them, didn’t care to ask what they wanted to eat, and microwaved the croissants; that’s if they wanted any. I did all of this before any of them would wake up,
Arabella. I got to the cafe before seven thirty and without even bothering to clean up I went straight to the back store to start preparing the customer's order. I was done a couple of hours later and my heart felt full that morning knowing I brought a smile to my customer's face. They liked it
Arabella. “Miss,” The lady glanced up at me with obvious worry in her eyes. “Is the dress too tight?” I quickly removed my hand from my abdomen and offered an apologetic smile. The last thing I want to do is ruin this and whatever Ashton has planned for us. I’m supposed to be happy and not killin
Arabella. Throughout the whole day, I was thinking Ashton was perhaps taking me somewhere romantic to have a nice date with me. I was thinking that he wanted to reconcile with me and get our relationship right back on track but who would have thought that none of those things were what he was plan
Arabella. The whole world slowed down around me as my eyes connected with those green piercing eyes again after what…..has it been ten years now or more? I can never forget the face of the man who I was so in love with back in high school, the man who I thought was the one for me. I couldn’t b
Arabella. I’ve felt this before. This heart-racing, breath-stopping body-numbing sensation. The moment when your whole world has been ripped away from you and you’re suddenly falling, knowing there’s nothing at the bottom to catch you. Save you. Feeling like the whole breath inside you has been kno
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