Arabella
( A Month Later...) "Will you marry my grandson?" Hallie asked as I adjusted the bed to her preference. Her words were playful but they had thrown me off. My eyes swiftly met hers in confusion. Despite the playfulness that laced her words, her eyes held a glimmer of hope that made me reluctant to respond. "Uh... only if he is good-looking," I said trying to mask my unease. I took a step back when a nurse walked into the room. "Trust the genes, Bella. I mean, look at me, I'm seventy-six, but I could be mistaken for those sexy models, couldn't I?" Hallie asked, the corner of her eyes crinkling as she smiled at me. I couldn't help but laugh. She wasn't lying. She was stunning, aged just like fine wine. Her agility at such an age was commendable. I envied her strength and the heck of a core she had. I'd seen her sit up for an hour and not slouch. If I could look half as good and strong at her age, I'd consider myself blessed. The nurse proceeded to check her vitals. "Um, I'll get going now, Hallie," I said, picking up my purse and the breakfast bag I'd brought along. "Alright, darling," She said warmly. "But think about my proposal, I meant it." She winked, and the nurse chuckled softly. My cheeks flamed as I flashed her a smile and then walked out of the room. Hallie, ever since we met, has expressed her fondness for me, but this proposal to marry her grandson was... something I didn't see coming, given that I'd pacify her whenever she called him names by adding more references to the list. The man in question, I'd never set my eyes on but for Hallie's sake, I was firmly against him. After all, what kind of grandson just ditched his family and left them longing for him? I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, wondering if maybe he had valid reasons. But still, how could anything excuse years of absence from someone like Hallie? Whoever he was, he must be cruel. Checking the time on my phone, I cursed under my breath. 9:07 a.m. Shit I clutched the bag of breakfast in my hand tightly as I quickened my pace, I was late to bring breakfast to Ruth. She was probably starving by now. When I neared the ward, I took in a deep breath, readying myself for her razor-sharp glare when I stepped in, but my steps slowed when two doctors walked out deep in conversation. One of them was Dr. Khalid, my mom's attending physician Their conversation seemed meaningful but the tense expressions they had on their faces made me worried. They had just stepped out of my mother's ward. Was everything okay? When the other doctor left, Khalid remained on the spot, looking stressed. "Dr. Khalid," I called softly, walking closer. He turned to me, startled, then quickly composed himself. "Good morning, Bella." His gaze shifted to the bag in my hand. "I see you're here with breakfast for your grandmother. Please go ahead but make sure to see me before you leave, okay?" He didn't wait for my response before hurrying off. A sense of dread crept up my spine. He looked tense and overly serious today. Something was wrong. I pushed the ward door open, expecting to see my grandmother in her usual spot on the couch but there was a change for the first time in months. She was seated by the hospital bed on which my mother lay, unconscious with numerous wires tethered to her body. The sight broke me every time I came around, but today, the dread I felt stemmed from somewhere else. "Ruth?" I called my grandmother – because she preferred that – as I walked to where she was. "What happened here, I just saw Dr. Khalid and he was stressed out" "Well, good morning to you too, my sweet girl. I thought breakfast was out of the books for me today." She smiled up at me, but I noticed it didn't reach her eyes. My gaze darted from her to my mother and my eyes narrowed as I wondered what could've happened. "I'm sorry, I woke up late," Sprawled on my desk at work, and then when I got here, I stopped by Hallie's ward– was the whole story, but she didn't need to know. I wasn't ready to receive lectures about how I was ruining my health working overtime and how jealous she was about the new old lady I found. I met Hallie about a week and some days ago in the hospital's cafeteria, and we bonded over doughnuts. But Ruth preferred the word "found" and has since then complained jealously when I spent a bit of time with Hallie. She wanted to be the only old lady in my life, in defense of her tantrum. Childish, I know but it felt oddly endearing. "While I don't believe that, I will let it slide because I'm starving. What did you get?" She asked as she plopped on the couch, watching as I brought out the two-course breakfast meal from the bag. None of us spoke a word as we ate breakfast which was unusual. Ruth had a lot to say whenever I came around, but today, there was a mix of anger and tension on her face. I didn't ask why. I knew it had to do with my mom, and Dr. Khalid knew about it. I would ask him later. "So how was work?" Ruth asked suddenly as she took her coffee to her lips. "Great" I muttered, avoiding her stern eyes. "I see. It's so great, you have dark circles under your eyes. Nice" Shit. I'd dabbed concealer on that. Didn't it do its job? Maybe it was time to get rid of my cheap products. "Dark circles under the eyes are in trend now" I responded and she stared pointedly at me making me squirm in my spot "Bella, you're working overtime again, aren't you?" She set down her cup, firmly on the table. We're not doing this today. I stood up and grabbed my bag. The last time we had this discussion, we leaned a bit into the psychology of sleep. What would it be today, chemistry? I kissed her cheek and then went to my mom, who was still unconscious and kissed her cheek as well before heading for the door. "Bella, where are you going? We're still talking" Ruth called out, her voice laced with disbelief. When I got to the door, I turned and smiled. "I'll catch you later, Gran. I need to run" With this, I walked out and closed the door. If I didn't work as much, we'd be doomed. She knew that, but for some reason was mad at herself more than me whenever we spoke about it. It wasn't her fault our lives turned out this way. It was no one's fault. Sighing, I squared my shoulders as I walked across the hallway to Dr. Khalid's office. On my way, I hoped to spot Sky, my best friend who was a third-year resident, but I didn't. I'd called her twice earlier but she didn't respond. She might be busy even now. When I got to Dr. Khalid's office, a dreadful feeling knotted my guts as I knocked. I heard his voice call me in. Walking in, I smiled when he raised his head from the file he was reading. "Ms. Carver, please sit" He pointed to the chair across the desk "Is there any problem, Dr. Khalid? You asked me to see you earlier," I asked, walking over and lowering myself in the chair. I leaned forward, staring anxiously at him A crease formed on his forehead and he sighed heavily. "Your mother's condition has taken a turn and the current treatment is no longer enough. We need to operate immediately." "B...But why?" I asked, my lips trembling with panic. "Didn't you say she'd be fine with the current treatment she's receiving?" Dr. Khalid shook his head, his face etched with concern. "There have been complications, Ms. Carver. Without surgery, her chances are slim." A sickening chill washed over me as his words sank in. I would lose my mother? We hadn't come this far just for me to lose her. No way! "Okay. Perform the surgery then." I sounded completely stupid, my ignorance had been misplaced. Even a toddler would know what was needed at this point. But heaven knows I wasn't ready for that part of the conversation. Khalid saw through me and he hesitated before speaking up. "I wish it was that simple, Bella. But we can't proceed with a payment guarantee. It's standard procedure" A beat passed before my lips moved. "How much is needed?" "Surgery and postoperative care will cost five hundred... thousand dollars!" He revealed and my eyes widened. "I'm sorry, what?" Blood drained from my face and my legs shook as I slowly got up from the chair. Dr. Khalid looked away, resigned, leaving me to process his words on my own. The wheels in my head reeled, struggling to process his words. Five hundred thousand dollars? Where in the world was I supposed to get that kind of money?ArabellaMeeting an eviction notice hanging on the door of my apartment after leaving the hospital was not what I expected after learning that my Mom needed surgery and the cost was ridiculously high. But it was there.Honestly, I had forgotten about my pending rent. My landlord had gotten tired of my excuses and this time, he was clear about his decision.I had promised him a month ago that I would pay but things didn't turn out as planned. I had no savings. All I had saved had been channeled to Mom's treatment and stay in the hospital for the past year. There was pretty much nothing left of our insurance.Now, instead of half a million, I had to realize about a million if not completely, but from where would I get that amount? The bank? I owed them as well.What do I do?what could I do within two weeks?The clattering sound of my penholder falling from my desk snapped me out of my thoughts. Yes, I was back at work. It was a terrible move after pulling an all-nighter, but that was n
AdrianAra.Out of all the people I could've run into tonight, it had to be her.She stared at me, her eyes wide with shock, and then narrowed, laced with a mixture of anger and disbelief she was trying to rein in.I dragged in a breath, watching her contain herself. I was five years away from this city, and the first person I ran into was her. Fate has a twisted sense of humor.The loud music blurred into the background as we stood there, frozen in place. My eyes unintentionally dropped as I looked her up and, for some reason, lingered longer on the way the jeans she wore hugged her curves.She hadn't changed. Well, no, that wasn't true. She was still Ara, but... more. There was more confidence in the way she carried herself; the way her eyes were boring into mine, unyielding proved this. She used to be timid back then. I'd thought that wouldn't change but I guess I was wrong.My eyes returned to her face, which still held the same look of confusion, anger, and hatred that had just a
ArabellaI thought I had imagined it. That Adrian was just a fragment from my imagination, that he couldn't possibly be there but that swift punch to the man's face was too vivid for any hint of a doubt.It was him.I couldn't stop picturing him even with the loud blaring of car horns trapped in the heavy traffic.He had used me; he had taken my virginity and tossed me aside, saying the most hurtful things that broke my entire being which eventually sent me to therapy. Still, after five years, I couldn't bring myself to ignore him. I should've left the moment I saw that he was the one, but for some reason, my feet remained glued to the floor, and I kept staring at him.The way he had been looking at me brought back all the memories of his hurt and betrayal. No matter how I tried shaking the look away, it was burned into my mind and I couldn't stop thinking about him.My day had gone from worse to terrible. I mean, I met him, and all of a sudden, I was stuck in traffic that wasn't here
ArabellaToday was Wednesday, and I couldn't stop smiling. Why? Less work. Less work meant fewer headaches, and fewer headaches meant a day free of Steph's unending demands.Wednesdays were different, though. I worked in the showroom on the ground floor, a part-time gig within the same company. No reports, no endless coffee runs, no Celia– just assisting customers and earning generous bonuses from the customers who had come to love me.Steph, surprisingly, had no objections when I informed her of my schedule. I'd expected her to throw a fit but she'd just shrugged and waved me off. Since then, she'd respected my Wednesday reprieve, never calling or demanding updates.She'd also never spoken of hiring a second assistant. So, I chose to believe that she trusted only me to get the job done.The driver handed me my change as I got out of the taxi. He sped off a moment later and I was faced with the imposing structure of the hospital. Today's lighter workload granted me a chance to pay my
AdrianThe elevator ride was supposed to be uneventful. Quiet. Maybe even boring. But with Ara, silence never lasted long.She'd been seething ever since I stopped her from falling earlier, and I couldn't help but smirk at her sharp words. The fire in her eyes was…half-expected but I found it amusing. I could tell last night that she wasn't the same timid girl I walked away from five years ago, but now, my assumption was strengthened.She seemed stronger, bolder, and far more unpredictable.I chose not to respond to her biting remark, mostly because something else had caught my attention. A faint creak echoed through the elevator, almost imperceptible, but enough to set my nerves on edge.I shifted my weight slightly, my eyes narrowing as I scanned the ceiling and walls. Something was off.The sound came again, louder this time, just as the elevator gave a subtle shudder. My jaw tightened.Before I could react, Ara, oblivious to the warning signs, took a step forward only to stumble t
Adrian"Get me the hospital manager now!" I barked at my assistant, Lana, holding my head which throbbed as though it would fall out if I tilted to the side.Lana jumped, startled at my tone, but almost immediately regained her composure and dropped the bottle of water she was holding and pulled out a tablet, getting to work instantly.I softened, barely, casting her a single glance. She didn't deserve to be yelled at, but I couldn't help it. I was beyond enraged, my blood was pounding in my ears as tension sizzled in my chest.I sat down and picked the bottle of water, opening it with obvious annoyance but my interest in the water dropped when a few nurses rushed into the ward I sat across, their voices blending into a meaningless buzz.My stomach tightened as I stared at the door, imagining what the situation was like. Behind those walls and lying in a hospital bed was Ara. Nobody had to tell me how critical her condition was. I'd seen it myself.She was barely conscious when they l
ArabellaI woke up to bright lights stinging my eyes. My head throbbed like it had been slammed against a wall, and every inch of my body ached as I shifted slightly. The sharp smell of hospital bleach filled my nose, and before I could fully process where I was, the memories came rushing back.The elevator. The sudden jolt. The screeching metal. The terrifying descent. My heart pounded and my breath caught in my throat as I remembered the crash.Blinking, I focused on the ceiling. I was at a hospital. No, the hospital. That explained the smell, the ache in my ribs, and the IV taped to my arm.I turned my head slightly, wincing at the pain that lingered. The room was quiet except for the steady beep of machines.I let out a shaky exhale, trying to push away the panic weighing on my chest, and the sudden realization of what would have happened if I weren't lucky seeped in. I held my breath. The crash could have killed me.I could've been one of those tragic news headlines people scroll
Arabella‘She can die for all I care.’Mom's words wouldn't stop ringing in my head no matter how hard I tried pushing them back. I could feel her hostility through them and they clung to me, sinking deeper like a dagger in my chest.I forced my feet to move as fast as they could towards the door. My vision had blurred at the edges, but I had to reign the tears until I stepped out of there. My chest burned and my heartbeat roared in my ears.This wasn't the first time my mother had sounded indifferent about me. It had been the case since I turned thirteen. One day we were good and she loved me with all she had. The next, she looked at me with so much hate as she hurled curses at me. But today, she wished for me to die and that annihilated the little will I had left. I was wrecked in the worst way possible.What had I done to deserve this? All I ever wanted was to make her happy even though she never cared. Then why?"Bella!"I froze as my name echoed across the room. My gaze flicked t
Arabella"No! Don't touch her!" Ruth's voice cracked with panic, stepping between me and the man moving forward.But he didn't stop. None of them did.The largest of them grabbed my arm roughly, yanking me forward like I weighed nothing. My cry of protest got swallowed in the chaos — Ruth yelling, me struggling, his fingers digging in so hard I was sure they'd bruise."I said let go!" I shouted, jerking away, but the other man stepped in, grabbing my other arm."Stop it! Please!" Ruth's voice was shaking now. "Give us more time, please!"The man only smirked. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach as I was tossed forward. Pain stung my skin from the men's harsh grip, my eyes welling with unshed tears. Had Adrian even seen my text?It was funny. After all my efforts, I was still going to end up caged by this monster. My heartbeat was erratic, and a lump formed in my throat. The urge to let it loose was a tick away. I couldn't take this anymore.Just as they were about opening the door
AdrianA minute. That's all it took.One minute of silence. One call cut too quickly. One word — Amor.My fingers tightened around the phone. Something was wrong. The way her voice had dropped, the rushed tone, the way she snapped. And then that voice in the background."Sir, the call was traced to her apartment" Lana reported, walking into my office. My jaw tightened as I stood up slowly, the chair scraping against the floor. I barely noticed it."Ask Lennon to take over the meeting," I told her and she nodded, stepping aside as I headed to the door. My steps were fast and deliberate. I had to get to Ara as soon as possible.She said she wasn't in trouble. She lied.My heart pounded in a rhythm I hadn't felt in years. Not fear. I didn't do fear. But rage? That was second nature. And right now, it was clawing its way up my throat.The elevator ride was fast. Gabriel was ready with the car when I arrived at the underground parking lot. Lana must've informed him of where I was headed so
ArabellaI was anxious as I paced about, my phone against my ear. This was the third time I was dialing Adrian's number.I needed his help. No, I needed my money.From the corner of my eyes, I caught Javier smirking at Ruth, who had taken a seat on a stool in the corner of the room. She was glaring back, unimpressed that he was smoking right in her living room.He was perched on one of the armchairs, his legs in the air like he owned the world. It had taken a lot of pleas for him to give me some time. He had come prepared to forcefully take me with him.My stomach sank at the thought that that might happen if Adrian didn't...Adrian's voice cut through my thoughts, calm and amused. "Didn't think you'd ever call me. That too three times"Relief washed over me. I never thought hearing his voice would make me feel this way but here I was."Adrian, can you send the money we'd spoken about, now?" I said in a low voice into the phone, glancing back cautiously only to spot one of the hefty m
ArabellaI forwarded the last slide of the audit Steph had asked me to work on and slumped back on my chair, breathing out in exhaustion. It had taken me three whole hours to complete.My hand went to my back, massaging it to ease the ache. There was a dull throb forming in my temples. Damn. I needed a break.Speaking of break, I was the only one in the workspace. Celia had been gone for almost an hour to get lunch and I couldn't leave until she was back. Knowing how mean she could be, she was intentionally stalling.Grabbing my phone from my bag, I turned it on and there were three missed calls from Sky. Also, a text from her asking if I would be free for coffee.My eyes lit up.Sky and I hadn't spoken in two days. She'd not taken my call when I dialed her a day ago to tell her about the dinner at Adrian's place.I assumed she was still furious and so, avoiding me so I chose not to push it.Quickly, I texted back, saying I was available, and in a minute, she sent the address of the c
Adrian"Sit down, Adrian," Grandma said as the door clicked shut. She strolled from her desk to the cabinet where she poured herself a glass of water.For a second, I didn't move. I watched her, keenly, trying to make out what was going on in her head.She had been acting unlike herself since Bella and I walked into the house. As much as I didn't want to care, her reaction unsettled me. Hallie Davidson, despite being a cautious woman, should've been thrown off seeing Bella with me.But she wasn't, and it was strange, dreadful, yet interesting.I shifted and sat on the chair where Bella had sat.Grandma turned to me, watching me over the rim of the glass. "I asked your uncle to drop the Valencia deal since he and Stefan are bent on screwing things up"My brows shot up briefly. I didn't expect her to start speaking about business right away — more reason I had to be cautious."So?""I want you to handle it. The deal will benefit us greatly" She said, walking back to the desk. "Find a wa
ArabellaThe clink of silverware was the loudest sound in the room.No one said a word, but their eyes said plenty. Especially Tiffany's, who sat directly across from me, stabbing her salad like it had personally wronged her.Honestly, I wasn't bothered by her attitude at all, but by Hallie's silence even after Adrian confirmed that I was indeed his wife. After that, she asked everyone to move to the dining table and here we were.Adrian was seated beside me, eating, but I knew he was on edge, too, with the way his eyes were narrowed.I guess, like me, he was expecting more of a reaction from Hallie."Mom, are we really going to act like Adrian didn't just walk in here with some random woman and called her his wife?" His aunt —Bianca, I'd learned — asked, her voice dripping with condescension."You're right. But keep in mind, he's been away for years. And if that's his wife, then there shouldn't be a problem," Hallie said, smiling as she stared at me.I swallowed a lump, trying to for
ArabellaHallie's house was exactly how I'd imagined it would be. Warm and cozy. It had a homely feel that could make anyone forget themselves once inside. "Look who's here!" Gabby announced behind us, startling me a bit. I glanced at Adrian who was already staring down at me, a hint of amusement in his eyes.I quickly looked away, eyes falling on the heads that turned our way. My breath caught. Three pairs of eyes were glued to us, each staring from Adrian to me, inquisitively.Gabby strolled past us and dropped on one of the chairs while another lady, petite, pretty, and around my age or less, rose from hers with a grin."Adrian! Oh my goodness!" She squealed, hurrying toward us. As she got closer, I felt a sharp nudge, her shoulder bumping into mine a little too forcefully as she threw herself into his arms.Oh...I took a small step back, blinking.Adrian, however, hadn't missed the shove. He steadied me with a hand on the small of my back before returning her hug with a distant
Arabella I'd been tensed since I got back from work. All I had been doing was pacing around, trying to perfect the love story I came up with while taking a bath earlier.We met at a park.It was a simple plot and seemed harmless enough. Romantic, even. Until I remembered the bastard hadn't even been in the city for five years. So which damn park were we supposed to have met at?I groaned, flopping onto the bed. Even though I was worried, my dress was on and I tried making myself look presentable. Everything was set except for the part where I had to actually go through with this dinner. The only thing missing was Adrian.He wasn't back yet. Not not like I cared, but it would be nice to know if there had been a change in plans as I hoped.A knock on the door cut through my thoughts, followed by Lana's polished voice."Miss Bella, are you ready? Mr. Davidson is waiting for you" I sat up instantly, my heart slamming against my ribs.So much for canceled plans."I'll be down in a minute
ArabellaBeads of sweat formed on my forehead as I reread the message Adrian had sent.Dinner at his Grandma's.I had a lot to say. He couldn’t just make this decision out of the blue. But then again, I’d signed up for this. With that in mind, I settled for a simple "Okay."My stomach twisted. Of all people, his grandmother had to be Hallie. The same Hallie I’d bonded with at the hospital, the one I’d shared genuine, blissful moments with – none of which included being married to her grandson.What the hell was I supposed to say to her? How was I supposed to spin a love story that didn’t exist?All I wanted to do was shove my fist into Adrian's face for stepping into my life again and setting me up for this charade.I gritted my teeth. God, I hate him.My hands were so clammy my phone nearly slipped. Before I could spiral further, Susan’s voice cut through my thoughts.“You okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”I blinked, shaking my head slightly as my eyes met with her inqui