ZaydeI have never been the one to beg. I don’t chase women even if I like them to death. I don’t plead with them even when I make mistakes. I don't do anything that will hurt my ego as a man. But with Ariana, I find myself breaking my own rules. For the past few days, I have been meaning to talk to her. I wanted to talk to her in a fancy restaurant, over a cup of hot tea. But, she seemed not to be interested even when I made it clear that it was not my intention to go on a date with her. She was getting a wrong impression of me and I could not change that with how desperate I have become. To make things worse for me, I sent her expensive flowers and to my greatest surprise, she sent them back to me. I had so many flowers in my office now that I had no idea what to do with them. I was able to get her number but she didn't answer my calls. I was desperate. Desperate enough to want to speak to her. I send different people who were under me to talk to her every day to deliver
Zayde’s POV I never liked waiting even for the slightest thing and Patience had never been something I knew how to do best, especially when it came to business. I didn’t wait for things to fall apart, I made sure they never did. But as I sat in my office, scanning the latest reports. I could not ignore the Isabella’s company unravelling disaster. Another client gone. Another contract terminated. Another headline questioning the integrity of her brand. I exhaled sharply, tossing the papers onto my desk. "What the hell is going on, Isabella? What exactly went wrong? Have you seen the latest report about your company?” I asked, a little but concerned because whatever was happening in her company slightly rubbed on me too because I was her husband. Isabella stood across from me, looking so sad with her arms crossed. I had been closely monitoring the progress of her company and this time, I wondered what excuse she was going to give concerning this massive failure. "Arian
Ariana’s POVPeople loved a good scandal and they would kill to get more of that scandal. What was surprising to me was that I never expected that I would be the person to experience such a scandal. People didn't care if it was true or not. Once a story hit the internet, it spread like wildfire and it was almost impossible for anyone to stop it. “Seriously?” I scoffed, staring blankly at my screen. Right now, my name was on every damn headline. I was dragged through the mud like I was some desperate social climber who used men to get ahead in life. I kept staring at my phone, scrolling through article after article and each one was worse than the last.The comments were even worse and if I had a knife in my hand, I would have unlived myself. People said a lot of mean things about me. "Of course she slept her way to the top. Women like her always do.""She played Zayde, now she is playing Gabriel. Classic gold-digger move.""Such a disgusting brat! If she knew she wanted that, s
Zayde’s POVI watched the way the drama unfolded at the gala and I was grateful to God that I didn't interrupt Ariana and her love bird. And now? I was beginning to suspect that Isabella was behind the popular secular posts about Ariana Come to think of it, it sounded so much like something she would do but I was not too sure. “What's my business, anyway? I should leave the two women to fight themselves.”***We were both in the car on our way to the retreat which was designed to test patience, teamwork, and resilience.Too bad Ariana and I had none of those when it came to each other.The second we arrived, I was beginning to feel the burning tension between us. She barely looked at me and she lifted her chin up as she walked, totally ignoring my existence.Fine! If that's what she wanted to do, two could play that game."Each team will be paired for the duration of the retreat," the instructor announced, holding up a clipboard. "And since our main investors are eager to see Kin
ArianaThe long retreat was finally over and I could not be more happy. It was a long ride of torture with Zayde and everything that happened between us was enough to make me go crazy. I still remembered his conversation with his mother that night. Did he see me? Did he know that I heard everything they discussed?No, no, no. This should not bother me. I should leave him to face his life. He's out of my life already. I leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window of my office and my phone buzzed on the desk. I grabbed it quickly only to find another article about me, spreading rumours. This was another lie. Can't the person who was doing this let me be? What did I do to this person writing thrash about me?"Gold-digger," I muttered under my breath, clicking the screen off. I didn't bother to look at the posts and the comments because I knew what to expect. The media was having a good day, painting me as the woman who found her way to success through Zayde and Gabriel’s wallets.H
ZAYDE POV The rain hit the windshield in angry sheets, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and red. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my mind tangled with the revelations from earlier. Selene. My mother. The woman who raised me with carefully measured love, calculated warmth. The same woman who, all these years, convinced me that Ariana’s accident was nothing but fate’s cruel hand… had been in contact with Isabella. At the exact time Ariana’s car went off that bridge. I exhaled, slow and sharp. The private investigator I hired had sent me the documents this morning. Phone records. Bank statements. Emails. The proof was there, staring back at me in cold, black ink. My mother and my ex-wife. Partners in crime. My fingers curled into a fist. Ariana had been right. She'd tried to tell me, but I was too blind, too stubborn, too convinced that the people I loved wouldn’t betray me. Now, I knew better. A sharp vibration against my dashboard pulled me out of my tho
ArianaThe most crazy thing about all this is that Zayde was still trying to defend Isabella. Why couldn't he see beyond his nose? It was very frustrating that he still hadn't learnt his lesson. He's allowing them to use him again and he still had the guts to stand up for them. I still had the note that I saw the other day and I kept on reading it again. Whoever wrote this to me wanted to make me scared and frightened. This sharp warning was meant to rattle me but I was far from being scared. What I had in mind was finding the person behind this writing and that was almost impossible because there was no name written on it. I exhaled slowly, setting the note down. I should shred this into pieces and move on with my life. My mind was so calm despite all of this and if they thought this was enough to scare me, they didn’t know me at all.I had built Vicious Beauty from nothing. I had built my way up, step by step, through betrayal and heartbreak. I had survived the envy and wick
Ariana POV I never thought I would end up here again, curled up in my mother’s arms like a little child whose snacks were stolen. But after everything that happened, I had nowhere else to go. I had to run back home because everything seemed to be against me. What did I do to deserve all this? I was just a lady trying to make a living and raise there but now, I have been able to gather a lot of enemies who had sworn never to leave me. Now, this fire came, shattering me even more. The fire had destroyed my warehouse. Millions were gone. Just like that. I packed a bag and drove straight to my mother’s house. The moment she opened the door and saw my face, she didn’t ask any questions. She just pulled me into her embrace, and I cried out more. She must have heard the news. The media were not dull in that aspect. I cried like I had not in years. This time, the tears were not just the regular sobs. It was deep and soul-crushing, causing my heart to ache. She held me tighter, refusi
Zayde's pov "You should have stayed away, Isabella. I never had good intentions for you. Now, you are going to meet your end by coming to see me.”I said the words calmly, too calmly, considering what I was about to do. I was going to destroy her and put an end to this nonsense since she thought she could run back to me like a child running back to his mother. I was not in the mood for that. I didn't like her a bit. I hated her so I was going to eliminate her before she goes around causing trouble for me. Surprisingly, my mother has not called me. She used to be the first person who called me when there were issues between Isabella and I. But, now. I didn't receive anything like that. Maybe Isabella forgot to tell her this time around. She was such an idiot! A fool who thought she was very smart. But I was about to show her now that she was far from that. Isabella stood in front of me, completely unfazed, like she had already won everything. Like she knew no matter what, she h
Isabella After I was kicked out by Ariana, I went back to my room and cried my eyes out. I was not crying my eyes out because she sent me out of her office but because it was clear that I could no longer manipulate her to do my biddings. As if that was not enough, my conscience began to prick me hard simply because I haven't heard anything from Zayde. I knew we were done and I was trying to move on but I couldn't help myself any longer. I had to call him and hear that heartbreaking word from him one more time. “Isabella, you called? Don't expect me to ask you the reason for the call?” He asked over the phone and I wiped my tears with the back of my palm. "You don’t love me anymore, do you? I'm sorry that I'm disturbing you with my calls but my mind has not been at rest ever since we stopped talking,” I said to him and the words slipped out of my mouth very neatly. I wished I could hit my head on the wall because I already knew the answer to the questions I just asked. I just
IsabellaI was not happy for her and I could never be. Yes, my heart was still hurting from everything I had passed through because Ariana existed. I wish she didn't. It's been weeks since Zayde left me and I have been trying to move on. I have been to bars to drink my heart out and I have also had one night stands with men I knew not. Don't be too quick to judge me. I was just a young lady suffering from heartbreak who thought doing this would fix me. But, it didn't. It only made things worse for me. I had lost my looks, my spark and even the weight I had tried my best to gain. "She really thinks she’s better than me! I guess she must be laughing at me right now in her head!” I lamented and I knew I sounded so bitter. My fingers gripped the phone tighter as I stared at the breaking news on my screen.“No way! This shouldn't be happening. I had destroyed her life. I had wrecked her to the extent that she would never be able to get her feet back for a long time. How could this h
ZaydeAriana and I had been getting really along because of what happened between her and Gabriel. She promised me that she was not going to meet with him again and I told her to cut ties with him. In my presence, she blocked his number and deleted everything about him. It was a welcome development even though I knew that I might not have a chance with her. I loved her so much but yet, I couldn't remind her of that everytime. I had to make sure she sees it in my actions. We decided to go to a library to relax and read a few books since that was what she wanted. My mind was not fixed on the book we were meant to read because I wanted to talk to her about us. "Have you ever had a moment so perfect you almost think it's a setup?" I asked her, trying to strike a conversation and Ariana turned to me with her eyes narrowed and her lips curled in suspicion. “What are you talking about?" She asked and I cleared my throat. I wanted her to be able to hear me and pause to listen to all
Gabriel“The mistake you two made was calling the cops on me!” I yelled at them, not scared of what was going on. I already had a lot of things in place. I was going to outsmart them and there is nothing they can do about it. What do they take me for? A criminal? Just because a girl who I was in love with made me mad?I sat back in my chair, watching the swarm of cops flood in with their guns drawn out. They were all barking orders like wild dogs but I couldn't blame them. They were doing their job. My wrists were already cuffed, but I barely felt the metal against my skin because I wasn’t worried. Not even a little.One of the officers, an ugly square-jawed, no-nonsense man stepped forward. "Gabriel, you are under arrest for…” he tried to speak but I laughed out loud. Idiot! Who said I wanted to listen to him? "Oh, spare me the script. We both know how this goes. You slap on the cuffs on me, drag me out, parade me in front of cameras like you had caught a criminal. But the rea
Zayde’s POVI was halfway home when I checked my phone again, expecting a reply from Ariana but I got nothing from her. She hadn’t responded to my last message, and she always texts back quickly even if she is angry at me. The least she could send was a rather short reply .Something about it made me feel very concerned. I got to thinking that something was off somewhere. Her silence for over an hour was something I could question. I frowned, pulling over to the side of the road. My fingers moved quickly, opening our shared location app.The location showed that she was at Gabriel's office but that was not what she told me earlier when we spoke briefly. She had mentioned that she would be at her office for a short while if it was too late for her to still be working. Then, why on earth was the location map showing that she was at Gabriel's office?Something was not adding up. A bad feeling curled in my gut even though I didn't want to think about it too much. None of this was
Ariana’s POV I had no idea how I got into this small dark room but I knew that Gabriel was also with me in here "You really thought you could outsmart me, didn’t you?" He asked and he sounded so dangerous. His voice made my skin crawl and I struggled against the ropes tied around my wrists. The ropes were too tight and I wish I could get them out by pushing too hard. My heart pounded as I scanned the room. There were no windows. There was also no easy way out. It was just me and him. "I swear to God, Gabriel, if you don’t untie me right now…" I blurted out. My eyes were almost falling out of my socket as I tried hard to push my body against the wall. "You will what? Tell me, what the hell are you going to do?” He asked with a smirk on his face. I wished he was as tense as I was but no, he looked too calm and was at ease, like he hadn’t just kidnapped me and shoved me into some dark, empty office space. "You’re insane. Heaven helps you if I don't get out of this place a
Ariana’s POV"You have no choice, Ariana. You either come back to me, or your mother pays the price."Gabriel’s words still kept echoing in my head like a death sentence and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I knew that he was not joking after he said such a thing to me.I had now convinced myself that Gabriel was a psycho who wasn't capable of loving. My hands trembled as I gripped my phone, rereading the message over and over. The evidence he claimed to have, the threat he had so casually thrown at me was all real and I could feel it.He couldn't possibly be joking about something like this. I stood in my apartment, resting my head on the wall. My mother had her faults, but she didn’t deserve to have her name dragged through the mud. And the child... my child.His damn child too…no, no. Gabriel was heartless. I pressed a hand against my stomach, and my tongue tasted so bitter. How had I let it come to this? How had I become so trapped here?I couldn’t go to Zayde. No, I ca
Gabriel’s POVI was guilty as charged. I was not just a man who was in love. I was a stalker and I made sure I monitored wherever Zayde and Ariana where going. It had become a daily routine for me. I had not seen myself taking my eyes off my phone. After the last encounter with the both of them, I was very humiliated. Zayde punched me so hard and I couldn't fight back. When I got home, I slapped myself countless times for allowing myself to get beaten up by Zayde in front of Ariana. Why couldn't I fight or defend myself? I thought I had taken taekwondo classes the other year. Yet, he keeps beating me anytime we fight. I think I might have forgotten why wee were rivals. Zayde seemed to be ahead of me in most areas and I didn't want that. You think you have won, Zayde? You have no idea what is coming. I'm preparing something that will come to you as a shocker. I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, rolling my jaw. The bastard got a good hit in, I had give him that. But