Adrian
Ara. 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 appeared. It seemed like she had determined that I was real and standing before her. Her face scrunched in annoyance but she still looked pretty. Scratch that. She looked... stunning. She always did, but now it was the kind of stunning that could snatch a man's breath. And damn it, I was mad at myself for noticing. "What are you doing here?" Her voice snapped me out of it. I caught the tension in her jaw and the way her fingers tightened around that ridiculous neon bag she was holding. "It's a club, Ara. People show up." I shrugged, slipping my hands into my pockets like this wasn't tugging at something inside me. Her brows knitted together, her lips pressing into that thin line I remembered too well. "Of course!" The sarcasm didn't go unnoticed. I exhaled, glancing at the guy groaning on the floor. The pathetic bastard still couldn't get his ass up. "Is that how you greet someone who just saved your ass?" She softened, barely, and glanced at the guy and then at me. "Thank you," She gritted out, averting her gaze from mine. If she had any choice, she wouldn't have thanked me. Ha, who was I kidding? She still would've. Ara had always been different and I didn’t know whether to hate her for it or to hate myself more because of it. Before I could respond, she clutched the bag like it was her lifeline and disappeared into the crowd. I remained at the spot, shoulders slumped as I watched her retreat. That was it? I couldn't help the thought. But what had I expected? That she'd run into my arms like we were old friends? We were not even close to being friends. I think she'd rather jump into a well than be my acquaintance. I took a deep breath, but it didn't help the tightening in my chest. Five years and still, she managed to stir something inside of me that shouldn't be happening. Someone bumped into my shoulder, jolting me out of my thoughts. I blinked, momentarily disoriented, before the loud, pounding music and flashing lights of the club came rushing back into focus. The man who I had knocked down had also left and I was there alone, looking lost. A frown crept onto my face. Why was I here again? Oh, right. Kevin Faye. That asshole. The moment he learned I was back in the city, he'd called me up, asking for a ride. And of all clubs, he was in this one where Ara happened to be as well. The look she gave me before leaving was burned into my mind, and it had rattled me more than I cared to admit, and I hated that. I thought I was way past this stage of wallowing in guilt. Weaving my way through the crowd, I headed to the VIP room where Kevin had said he would be. Kevin didn't mind living in a club if he could. He enjoyed the buzz of the atmosphere and reveled in it. I often wished his dick was so needy because he was heartbroken but no, he was just a party breed, unfortunately. Thank God, he was a Faye. The next Faye in line to inherit a chain of estates. That could keep him away from places like this soon. When I got to the room, I pushed the door open with a scowl, ready to meet a show of strippers, but was surprised when I saw him alone, nursing a drink. I cracked up, it was unusual seeing him without ladies hovering around him. "Finally, I thought you got ambushed on the way" He grinned at me as I walked in further. I ignored his comment and headed straight to the bar pouring myself a glass of bourbon. I might as well have a few drinks since I was here. "How drunk are you?" I asked, sitting on a stool and turning to face him. His face was flushed and his eyes were drooping, obviously very drunk but surprisingly still in control of his thoughts and actions. Impressive as always! "Not too drunk," He responded and threw his head backward. "How do you feel being back here after so long?" He asked, not letting me respond before adding, "Do you think she knows?" My jaws clenched, I knew who he was referring to. It was Sky, my little sister, and Ara's best friend. They were inseparable, so I could bet that Sky would be aware of my return before sunrise. Though I had missed her all those years, I didn't attempt to speak with her because she'd made it clear that we made no contact with each other. And as much as I wanted to blame Ara for this, I couldn't. I made the mistake and I'd bear the brunt. But still... "She will, soon" I responded, taking a sip of my bourbon as I avoided his eyes. His eyes narrowed but he said nothing concerning that again. "I heard that you're also interested in the Dupont deal. We spoke about this last time, and you were less thrilled. What changed now?" He asked and I sighed as I placed my glass on the counter "I need to prove a point to my grandma. If she knows I'm interested in that deal, she might stop threatening to give up the company and lay off me for a while" My grandmother had been insisting that I got married and when I showed no interest, she started threatening me with the family company that was built by my grandfather and father. If it were just some random company, I wouldn't care because I had built my empire as well, but this was my father's legacy, no matter what, I had to protect it. But God, she wasn't making it easy for me. "Do you think that will work?" Kevin smirked and I raised my palm to my face, tired Of course that won't work. Grandma was out to get me and she wouldn't stop till I folded. "No" He chuckled. "So what's the second plan?" I had no plans to get married just yet, but that was the only solution to get me out of this mess. If I were to get married, it had to be the girl of my choice and not my grandma's. This way, I could be in control of what would happen in the course. I had been thinking about this the whole time I was on the plane. I had to be a step ahead. The silence stretched on for a while before I finally broke it. "The second plan is a wife. Faye, I need a wife." My words may have caught him off guard because he spewed the drink out of his mouth and began coughing.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
ArabellaThe free day had flown by, and I was back in my cubicle, typing away. After spending time with Sky, I should have felt better but no – My lips were pressed into a tight frown as my fingers moved over the keys.Grandma had seen the eviction notice. The landlord even confronted her last night. She told me when I rushed home to grab my bag. Her solemn expression and the way her eyes watered burned into my soul.I told her not to worry and made sure she ate before I left, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Then, as soon as I arrived at work, Dr. Khalid texted, asking if I'd deposited the money for Mom's surgery as her condition had gotten worse.As if that wasn't enough, the bank called. The loan I'd taken? It was time to pay up.Today had to be the worst morning of the month. Everything was caving in, and there was no way out. I was trapped and getting mocked by the very life I was trying to hold together.What do I do? I was at a dead end.The buzz of my phone drew me out o
Arabella"I hope I'm not interrupting something shamefully intimate?" Adrian asked, his voice calm but with a mocking edge to it.His eyes locked onto mine, and his lips twitched ever so slightly; I almost missed it. There was, as always, an unreadable expression on his face which made me wonder what was going on in his head.I didn't notice when Nathan had released his grip on me and stepped back but when I did, I quickly moved away from him, scowling as I rubbed the spot on my arm where he had tightly gripped."Don't stop on my account, Wilde. You put on a pleasant show which is rare these days. Please continue," Adrian said, and my eyes narrowed at him, my breath hitching when I found that he was staring back. His eyes were dark with an intensity that made me squirm in my spot and, for some reason, think to explain the situation."It's not what..." Nathan cut in before I could finish, his voice dripping with animosity. "What I do is none of your business, Davidson."Adrian's eyes
Arabella"Why did you have to ask him to stay?" I sighed, turning away from the door where I watched Adrian speaking to Gabriel. He was giving the man some serious instructions while lounging comfortably on the couch."This is the least we can do to appreciate his help," Ruth murmured, twisting open a can of tomatoes. She was preparing her special recipe for pasta and meatball sauce. Simple, but always delicious."The help being what I'd earned," I emphasized the word earned. "The money I earned for being his fake wife, in case you've forgotten." Muttering under my breath, I reluctantly moved toward the boiling pot on the stove. Ruth paused for a moment, her lips curling into a lopsided smile."You weren't thinking this way when you were weeping in his arms," she teased, sighing dramatically. "Ah... I used to have strong arms for myself too, back in the day."A sharp gasp left my lips."What are you saying?" Heat burned my neck. For some reason, Adrian's scent — trapped in my memory —
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