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
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
Adrian“Has Matteo gotten back to us?” I asked Lana as she packed up her things. We'd just finished having a brief meeting.She paused packing and shook her head.“He claims to be on vacation and won't be doing anything related to the office till he's done vacationing. A ridiculous excuse, considering he was spotted having dinner with Nathan Wilde last night,” She reported, her voice crisp and professional, but I didn't miss the hint of annoyance wrapped around the words.A flicker of irritation coursed through me. While my business ventures with the other firms I met months ago had hit off, Matteo Ruseff was bent on making things difficult for me. It was either one flimsy excuse or the other. And Nathan?It wasn't surprising that he was going for Matteo as well since all he did was try hard to sabotage me. That was the only way his company had thrived. Every policy he made mirrored mine, every client he had, he'd slyly stolen from me, and he only made tabloids by claiming to be my ri
ArabellaI asked Gabriel to stop the car two blocks away from my workplace. I couldn't risk making an appearance at work in a car worth my entire lifetime expenses. My nosy coworkers would ask questions to which I had no answers.Getting out of the car, I sprinted to the office building. Despite taking the ride, it didn't beat the fact that I was late. Inside the elevator, I couldn't shake off the tension that wracked my nerves. An image of Steph's fuming face crossed my mind leaving me lightheaded.She had obviously been holding back her anger when she called earlier and now that I was late, she'd skin me alive. Somehow, this was Adrian's fault. Was it?Honestly, I'd forgotten about the meeting – about work. It had been a while since I experienced a tranquility that stemmed from all my problems being solved. I could finally sleep without worrying about bills, debts, and whatnot. So, when I hit the ridiculously comfortable bed, my mind was shut to every other thing.But still, Adrian
AdrianIt was 8:43 am, a Monday morning. The sun was out in the clear sky. Anyone who had a daytime shift should be at work. I was supposed to be at the office attending the numerous meetings lined up, but I was seated in the dining area, with a cup of coffee in hand, staring at the wall clock across the room.With each tick of the clock, I found myself thinking about the woman who had locked herself in her room all evening. After showing her to her room, she didn't step out, not even for dinner. And as much as I hated to admit, I was worried but knocking on her door to call her out was the last thing I'd do.I took the cup to my mouth, taking a generous sip of my now cold coffee. I had been sitting here for about three hours since I brewed it. It was bound to be cold. Speaking of cold, Ara's fiery gaze as she declared her hate for me flashed through my mind, and for some reason, I found it an uneasy truth to stomach.I mean, I hadn't expected a different reaction from her but still..
Arabella"Sky, what are you doing?" I stood by the door to my room, fiddling with my fingers as I watched Sky haul my clothes from the wardrobe into my bags, angrily.After revealing about my marriage with Adrian, she hadn't said a word to me. She'd searched my eyes for any sign of a lie, and when she found none, she quietly turned away, headed to my room, and was now busily combing furiously through my things."What does it look like I'm doing?" She asked, refusing to look at me as she tossed more clothes into my bag. "Helping you pack of course"Even from where I stood, I could feel the heat of her anger. It was coming off her in waves but weirdly, I felt a sense of relief. She didn't leave – yet. And she was still talking to me. That was a good sign. Right?Mustering the courage, I walked into the room and moved to the bed where she was."Sky, I know you're mad at me but please hear me out. He'd offered me a deal, and I was desperate, so I took it–" Her glare cut me off. Harshly dr
Arabella:I froze when I opened the door to my apartment. Sky and my grandma were pacing about in the living room area with their phones glued to their ears and when they saw me, their movements halted.My heartbeat quickened, my hands shaking on the door handle. What was Sky doing here? I wasn't ready to face her yet."Bella, where the hell have you been?" Sky asked, her face softening with relief as she dropped her phone. "Ruth has been worried the whole day"My gaze shifted to my grandma, who was staring at me inquisitively, then to the clock on the wall behind her. I noted the time. I had been gone for almost seven hours. She was bound to be worried, especially as I'd run out this morning without saying a word to her."I just stepped out for a while to get something done. You shouldn't have called Sky to bother her about this" I tried avoiding Sky's sharp gaze, scanning me as I walked into the house. My steps almost faltered as I stepped around her.I thought she'd be at work. I w
Arabella:I stared at my reflection, barely seeing the dress clinging to my body. A simple white maxi, silver stones trailing to my ankles. My hair was pulled into a sleek bun, my makeup subtle, making me look like the perfect bride.The dress was beautiful, elegant, and perfect. Too perfect for something so fake.But fake or not, it was happening. I was going to walk down the aisle with Adrian Davidson. It was ironic that I'd once dreamed of this moment with him but now, the thought left a bitter taste in my mouth."I must say that of all the women he has brought for me to dress, you are the most stunning," A heavily French-accented voice said behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. Lifting my eyes, they clashed with Brigitte's sharp gaze through the mirror.As Adrian's stylist, she had done a good job transforming me into his perfect bride. And now, I also know that she'd dressed numerous women for him. For some reason, that made my stomach tighten.Brigitte scanned me in approva
AdrianI watched as her jaws tensed and her nostrils flared as she tried to keep herself together. But I wasn't lying. She did look like she'd pass out, soon. She looked different from the composed woman I'd met the previous day. Her face was pale despite the flush of the skin, her hair tussled, and her eyes were filled with exhaustion.This made me wonder what happened within the twenty hours after our discussion that forced her to change her mind.My eyes trailed from her face to her upright posture, her muscles were stiff. I knew she didn't want to be here but she had no choice. Her defiance though, was still there, a fire that I wasn't used to seeing from her. One I would have to quench because although I needed her, she needed me the most.The door opened and Lana walked in, holding a tray carrying a glass of cold juice. She closed the distance and placed it in front of Ara before leaving.Ara stared at the drink for a moment, scowling as she pushed it to the side."I don't need
Arabella:Javier Ramirez was the kind of man you didn't want showing up at your doorstep because when he did, it meant trouble.I was in trouble.I'd taken money from him. It was a desperate, reckless decision that kept me afloat. If he was here now, it meant a year had already passed and he was here to get back his money."Won't you let me in, amor?" He asked smoothly, his thick Spanish accent unmistakable. His voice was laced with something that sent a shiver down my spine.I gripped the door tighter, my pulse hammering against my neck. Letting him in was a mistake but keeping him outside might be worse. He was a dangerous man.Standing face to face with him now, one question bugged me. What was I thinking going to him for help?His gaze remained trained on me as he waited for me to decide. Swallowing hard, I took a step aside silently inviting him in. He stepped inside with the deliberate grace of a man who knew he owned any room he walked into. Only then did I notice another man t