(ARIELLE’S POV)After what felt like an eternity, dinner finally ended. I thanked Nana Jean and Jared’s mother with my best polite smile, though I was practically vibrating with the urge to bolt. As I rose from the table, Jared was already at my side, like a shadow that had been waiting for its cue.“I’ll walk you out,” he said.I nodded, not in the mood to refute. All I wanted was to be out of here as fast as possible. As we reached the front door, he turned to me, his eyes imploring.“Arielle, can I come back home with you?” He asked, his eyes pleading.I blinked. The hell? Why would he bring this up again? We had discussed it and reached an agreement!I braced myself, assuming a cold expression. “No, Jared. We’ve spoken about this, and my stance is final,” my voice was firm, but my heart wasn’t. I didn’t know why I felt a jab in my heart. Ugh, traitorous heart.His face fell, but he nodded like someone accepting a death sentence. “I get it. But I have to say this—I’m worried about
(JARED’S POV.)I stood with one foot perched on the first of the short flight of steps leading up to Arielle’s front porch. It felt like the door had hit me right in the face. And the blood vessels on my skin seemed very willing to visibly portray my embarrassment. And it had to be his fault. Dwayne. I had just known about him a few hours ago, and he was already being a thorn in my flesh.I turned around hotly on my heels and marched towards him.“Now you see what you’ve done? All you had to do was get away from us, disappear from our lives, but no, you’re so jealous you won’t grow a brain!” I yelled in fury.But he didn’t answer. As soon as Arielle was out of sight, he fell silent, expressionless. The black suit he wore seemed to blend into the night, as though he was part of the shadows. The cold, intimidating presence I had felt at the dinner table returned, suffocating the air between us.What the hell is wrong with this man? Was he acting all this long drive? For what? To make
(ARIELLE’S POV.) I sat at the dining table, messing around with my laptop, trying to nail down an idea for a food blog. But so far, nothing was really clicking. I was just staring at the screen, at some animated chef holding a tray of pasta. The smile on his face felt almost ironic, given where my head was at. “My respect, my queen. You still got the mood to work?” I heard her before I saw her—Ashley’s voice echoing down the stairs, and I couldn’t help but flash a bitter smile. I looked up, and there she was, walking toward me. She had quietly stepped in to help with Maverick, and honestly, I couldn’t thank her enough for it. “He’s sound asleep. Was a little sad mummy couldn’t read him his favorite bedtime story though,” she sighed with a tired smile as she plonked down into a chair beside mine at the dining table. I let out a long, exhausted breath, slumping back in my seat. “Thank you, Ash. Seriously, what would I do without you?” “I know, right?” She did a little happy dance
(Arielle’s POV)After exchanging cheesy lines, we both grew shy, embarrassed by our emotional outburst. Then Ashley, ever the opportunist, brightened up. “I’ve got the perfect therapy for today’s drama—a movie night!” she declared, practically glowing.“I can’t Ash. I’ve got to finish this thing I’m working on,” I nodded at my laptop screen.But she ignored me and reached over and shut the laptop close. “Come on seriously? After such a tiring day? Work can wait! all work and no play they say…,” she wriggled her wrist theatrically for me to fill in the blanks.I rolled my eyes and sighed. “...Makes Jack even more broke than he was yesterday.”“You’ve got it all wrong, silly!” She smacked my shoulder playfully. “Now get up!” she sang, off-key, as she pulled me to my feet.“Oh, come on, Ash. Do I really have to? I just want to work myself into exhaustion and crash,” I whined as she tugged at my arm.She gasped in mock horror. “Now that has to be the most joyless thing to do for the night
(ARIELLE’S POV)I froze, locking on the figure heading toward us. It was Dwayne, looking effortlessly sharp in casual black that showed off his lean, athletic build.In his hand was a leash attached to a big German shepherd, the dog pacing beside him. Dwayne wore a huge, carefree smile, like nothing had happened last night. I couldn't help the feeling of unease that enveloped me. Big Joe cleared his throat, cutting through the silence. "I’m leaving now." With a slight bow, he turned and walked off. As he passed Dwayne, he bowed again before continuing on his way.I folded my arms and watched Dwayne approach me. "Hey," he greeted, his signature smile plastered on his face. I felt a jolt of anticipation to see him, and irritation at the same time, wondering why he was here."Hi," I replied, awkwardness creeping into my voice. I wasn’t sure how to act after shutting the door on him last night. Well, not just on him—on Jared, too."What are you doing in my neighborhood this early?" I
(ARIELLE'S POV)I felt my face heat up. Before Dwayne could notice, I quickly said, louder than necessary, "Okay, so much for this. I really need to go, or Maverick and I will be late." I stepped forward, ready to make my escape.Dwayne nodded, as calm as ever. "Of course."I nodded back and started to walk away, but before I could take another step, two figures appeared, heading straight toward us. I froze, casting a questioning look at Dwayne. I didn’t recognize them, but it was clear they were focused on him.Dwayne was already translating my look. "They mean no harm, Arielle. They're my workers."He turned to the two individuals who had already gotten to us. "This is Rodrigo and Claire. They're part of my team and they relocated with me."I took a moment to glance at the newcomers without giving myself away. Claire was a tall, imposing woman with short bob-cut hair and piercing grey eyes. She had a nose piercing and a no-nonsense look about her, and I couldn't help but feel a l
(ARIELLE'S POV)The car soon pulled up at the restaurant's parking lot, and Ashley killed the engine. The sound of the engine dying was a clear indication that we had arrived. I glanced up from my iPad, taking in the familiar sight of my establishment.The parking lot was already filled up with cars, and I could tell that business had begun in full swing."You good?" Ashley asked, turning to me with a questioning look.I nodded, my eyes now fixed on my iPad again as I scrolled through my notes. "Um, yes, I have a meeting with a supplier in like a few minutes, so I'm going over some details."Ashley nodded and patted my shoulder. "All the best with that. I have to leave now so I don't run late for work."I nodded, and we shared a side hug. "I'm gonna miss you," I said, feeling a little sad."Me, too," she replied smiling. "But I'll see you later, okay?""Alright, bye, and have a nice day," I said, grabbing my handbag, and tucking my iPad under my arms firmly.I alighted and waved befo
(ARIELLE'S POV) I reeled back in shock as he was the last person I expected, but at the same time, I was grateful for the interruption. Why he was here or how he got into my meeting room didn't matter, all that did was the fact that I was going to get a breather from the pervert seated a few meters from me. "J..Jared,” I called him again, as I took on his appearance. He was looking a little disheveled, little bruises on his forehead and brow, and what was that? I frowned as I caught a whiff of alcohol on him. What is going on? I wondered, and was just about to ask, when he approached Mr Zeke, his strides menacing. "Ah, Mr. Jared, I presume? I recognize you from the business news," Mr Zeke said, nervously. One could tell he was intimidated by the sight of Jared. "I was just discussing a business deal with Miss Smith here," he said, trying to feign innocence. Jared's eyes darkened. "I'm sure you were," and without warning, he lunged at Mr. Zeke throwing punches with a violent inte
(ARIELLE’S POV)When Jared finally answered my call, I could sense the stress he was already going through from his voice."Arielle, I'm in the middle of something. Can I call you back?"I hesitated, unsure how to approach this. The news still echoed in my mind, and I could barely find the words. "I… just saw the news," I chose to ignore the part where I had heard his confession, trying to focus on what really mattered. "What's going on?"He sighed, and I could almost hear him rubbing his temples. "Everything's fine. It's just a misunderstanding. My PR team will handle it, and by tomorrow, no one will remember this made-up story."His words were a little reassuring. I tried not to stress him further, not wanting to add to his stress. "I'm not worried about you; I'm just afraid this will affect our son's open day.""Don't worry,” He smiled softly, “I have everything under control. The Open Day will go smoothly, and this scandal will blow over," he assured me.I nodded, even though he c
(Jared’s POV)I knew I had to get out of here before the situation grew worse. The frenzy was growing by the seconds, with Sofia's mother still yelling and weeping, throwing accusations at me left and right.I tried to step away amidst the crowd of reporters swarming around me, but they were relentless, shoving the mics close to my mouth, asking questions, and urging me to answer "Mr. Smith, is it true you drove your fiancee to attempt suicide?" One reporter asked, her voice loud and accusatory.“No. That’s not true.” I refuted simply, struggling to keep my composure. Every word I spoke felt like it was being twisted, and the situation was only getting worse. The best choice was to shut up.I pulled out my phone, my jaw clenched in frustration and anger. I didn’t know what the Golds were playing at, but they wouldn’t get away with this. If they thought they could destroy my reputation with lies and scandal, they were gravely mistaken.Oliver picked up on the first ring. “What can I d
(JARED'S POV) “Ma’am, you need to quiet down. You’re drawing so much attention to us,” Tiana rushed over to restrain her. “Let them hear! Let the world hear, Jared Smith, you wicked man!” Sofia’s mother screamed, her voice raw with grief and fury. “It’s your fault my daughter is in that ICU, fighting for her life! If anything happens to her, I swear to God, you will pay for this!” Her words were like a slap, each one stinging with a venom. I took a step back, trying to keep my own voice steady, trying to keep control. “Come on, ma’am, this isn’t the time for this. This isn’t the place for this kind of conversation.” “I’ll speak my mind whenever I damn well please, Jared!” she spat, her face twisted with anger. It was then that I saw him—the man standing at her side. Sofia’s father. I had no idea he was here. Wasn’t he supposed to be recovering from his illness? What was he doing here, in the same hospital as Sofia? Sofia’s father took off the oxygen mask he’d been holding against
(JARED’S POV.)The room was still covered in a cloud of smoke. I stood in a state of confusion, unsure whether to start cleaning the kitchen from the pan on the floor or the lump of burnt ginseng lying on the other side of the kitchen. Then there was the cooktop to clean out.Arielle shook her head and opened the windows wider to let out the smoke.“Oh yeah,” I cursed under my breath and beat her to open the sliding glass doors that led to the backyard.“What were you even cooking?” she asked, with an amused smile.“I was trying to cook some soup,” I replied like a child caught doing something silly.Dwayne, unbothered by the chaos, continued preparing his Caesar salad. “I told him to stick to stocks and shares, but he didn’t listen,” he chuckled, clearly finding this whole thing amusing.“This is all funny to you, right? Well, it’s all your fault. If you hadn’t riled me up I’d have kept my focus on the pan and none of this would have happened,” I pointed at him accusingly.Dwayne shr
(JARED’S POV)I couldn’t quite put what I was doing in the kitchen into the adequate words, but I felt my way through it. I pulled out a pan from the cupboard above me and placed it down on the cooktop. Moments later, Dwayne shuffled into the room.Arielle had fallen asleep on our watch— more like she’d asked us to give her space to rest from our bickering. It was always Dwayne instigating fights and bickering.“You’re not given up on seeking me out, huh?” I said to him with a little eye roll.He let out a scoff and walked past me to the other end of the kitchen. “You wish. I’m here for something better. You’re not worth my time,” he said.I bit back a sharp retort and pretended his words hadn’t sent a convulsing sting down my spine. He was clearly in the kitchen for some silly competition. But I was more than ready for him this time. Arielle was yet to touch either of our flasks which were cooling away in the fridge somewhere. So technically, we didn’t have any place making more food
(ARIELLE’S POV)I turned in my sleep. My left side was beginning to hurt from lying on it for too long. Morning sounds floated around me, and I dated a peek out the open window from my lying position. The lights hit my eye with such harshness that I shut them back and willed myself to go back to sleep. I was very grateful to be lying on my own bed, in my own room, under my own roof, far away from the smell of disinfectant and air freshener laced with a myriad of medicine smells. I felt nauseous at the mere thought. This felt good— being back in my room felt good.But apparently, fate had other plans because almost immediately I settled in for another round of sleep, the sound of the doorbell ringing through the house filled my ears and chased away whatever little tranquility I was trying to savor.The ringing didn’t stop no matter how hard I tried to will it away into nonexistence. I let out a weak sigh and gently threw the bed covers off my body. I swung my legs down to the floor wit
(DWAYNE’S POV)I paused in my tracks as I took some moment to take in the sight before me. Arielle was sitting up on the bed, while Jared sat at the foot, feeding her. Scanning the room further, I realized there was no sign of Mrs Meyers and Maverick.Where could they be? But the sight before me wouldn't let me dwell much on the thought. It was hard to ascertain how I felt at the moment. The scene playing out before me was proof that all my efforts have been wasted. I briefly stared down at the food package in my hand, and for a moment, I wanted to match over to Jared and haul him away from her.That was supposed to be me. How come he was here this early, earlier than I was? From the look of things, it seemed I wasn't the only one who had the plan of returning early to the hospital this morning.If only that traffic that occurred on my way here didn't happen, I probably wouldn't be in this position. And Jared wouldn't be having the time of his life smirking at me triumphantly.“I dou
(JARED'S POV)"Are you in that much hurry to get rid of us?" I asked Maverick, raising a brow as I tried to stifle a grin. He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with more mischief. "Maybe. My mommy needs rest and she doesn't need two bodyguards watching over her."Dwayne and I exchanged puzzled looks. What was this kid saying? We were trying to protect his mother, not guard her like prisoners. As if on cue, Mrs Meyers, who was almost dozing off on her seat, stirred and opened her eyes. She tiredly stretched her arms, and then her eyes landed on us."It's time for you two to leave," she announced, her voice gentle but firm. "You should go home, freshen up, and have a change of clothes and proper meals. I appreciate you both coming, but I just have to insist that you leave."Dwayne and I protested in unison. "We're fine–" but she held up a hand, cutting us off."I mean it, you two. You can't stay here all night. Besides, I'm sure you both have work to attend to tomorrow." She glanced at t
JARED’S POV)I arrived at the office, intent on doing a little work before returning to the hospital. But concentration never felt like a Herculean task like it felt for me today. The more I tried to focus on work, the more my mind remained restless. My thoughts kept drifting back to Arielle, wondering if she was okay. And the other times, it wandered to Oliver, and if he has been able to get the drug from Sofia.Two hours later, as I sat behind my laptop, fiddling with the keys, Oliver returned. "I got the drug," he said, his face in a smile as he walked in and closed the door behind him.I sat up in my chair, my eyes conveying my curiosity. "That easy?" I asked, my tone skeptical.He sighed, taking a seat in front of my desk. "Miss Sofia refused at first–wouldn't even open the door," he explained. "But then Miss Tiana intervened, spoke to her privately for a while and that did the trick because the next minute, she walked out smiling, the drug in her hand."I frowned, my eyes dilat