Arabella's P.O.V"You’re awake," he says, closing the balcony door behind him.I blinked and sat up. "Oh, yeah," I replied, realizing I must have fallen asleep after about three rounds of sex. I stretched my arms and legs, which felt a bit stiff. He smiled. "Since you’re rested, how about we go to my friend's pub, the NightHawk?""Your friend?" I asked, never heard him talk about a friend"Yes, a very good friend of mine," he said. "I've known him for ages. He laughed, tossing his finger in his hair, "It might sound crazy, but the first time we met, we threw blows at each other" “One minute we were fighting, and the next, we were best friends. He’s been there for me through the tough times of my life. I am sure you'll like him. He always has a smirk on his face but deep down he has been through a lot” he said, I noticed a change of expression on his face.“ He is sure a crazy dude, willing to help others but he doesn't let others help him, he has been through shit,” he said, as he
Asher's POV“What the bloody hell are you saying?” I shouted, my tone a bit high. My hands trembled as I gripped my phone, and then in a sudden burst of anger, I stoned it against the wall. The phone shattered, pieces scattering across the floor. This is all wrong. I never expected this. “Dammit,” I cursed as I ran, scratching my head in frustration. Could this get any worse? I thought this was all too much to process. I slammed my fist against the wall. “Shit” Arlo had warned me about this shady investment. I clenched my teeth, barely able to suppress my anger. “Argh!” I screamed as I stomped my foot, the action doing nothing to ease the tension coiling within me. I’m so screwed. If I didn't fix this, I wasn't the only one in trouble—my family was at risk too.“Fuck!” I kicked at the scattered pieces of my phone, the sharp edges cutting into some part of my exposed skin. How could I have been so stupid? I banged my head against the wall, the pain a dull counterpoint to the chaos
Arabella's POV I laid on my. bed, tossing and turning around trying to forget everything but I was unable to forget his words. Each time I moved, Williams' words echoed louder in my mind, bringing fresh tears. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, over and over again and each time it was ripped apart it stinged more, the pain was too much to bear. It had been five good years that had passed since my brother died, and when I had just thought I had finally found a way to live with it, to live with this guilt. But now, Williams' accusations had to ruin the efforts I had put in to live with this guilt, it had opened wounds again."You bloody murderer." Those three words played over and over in my mind, stinging each time it echoed in my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about what Williams said. He blamed me for my brother's death. He said I killed Ryder. I had blamed myself so many times for his death, so many times that I was the reason he never got to enjoy the life he fought
Asher's POVThe suite was so quiet when I walked in unlike before, my father was right when he said business had been bad. I took a deep breath as I headed to my room, the suite's quietness did not help matters. Everything that had happened today replayed in my mind and I wanted nothing more badly than to shake it off, and let it go away as I headed to my room. Damn IAS. I’d make them pay, one way or another.My hand paused on the door handle, a bit before I pushed it open. But the moment I opened the door what I saw before made me pause for a bitIt was Arabella, she was on the floor, her body crumpled on the ground, her tears had dried on her cheeks, and her eyes were red and swollen, so distant as if it was staring at nothing. For a second, I was scared, the state I was seeing her in made me so scared.What happened? Why was she like this? I thought to myself trying to think what had happened to her to put her in such a stateI took a step forward, my voice barely more than a whisp
Arabella POVAs I watched Asher drive I was unable to stop myself from staring at him. I tried to stare away from him. My emotions were all messed up, and I couldn’t make it stop, for what had just happened kept me in awe. But one thing was clear: I love him, I love you, Asher. The words echoed in my mind, unspoken but powerful. He had just fought up for me in a way that no one ever had. My heart swelled with something close to admiration. He is my hero I thought, feeling a strange mix of awe and gratitude.His last words played in my head, making my heart race. This feels like something out of a high school romance. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady the wild thumping beneath my ribs. Calm down, Arabella. He’s just Asher. Your Asher.He glanced over at me, and I felt my heart pause for a moment. Why is he having this effect on me? I tried to stop myself from staring by focusing on anything else, but my gaze kept drifting back to him. Stop staring, he’ll notice"You’ve be
Asher’s POVMy hands shook as I watched Arabella approach the table. This is it, I thought while trying so hard to steady my hands. I’d put this off for over two months, trying to build her trust just enough so she wouldn’t bother reading the papers before signing. But now, with the moment finally here, I couldn't help but feel so nervous. Why am I so nervous? It felt like I could lose it at any moment.When she reached the table, I stood and pulled out a chair for her, managing to feign a shaky smile. "Have a seat, my beautiful lady" I said, trying to sound calm. She smiled back at me, her eyes so bright and her smile warm."Thanks," she said, sitting down with that familiar grace that always caught me off guard.I’d already ordered her favorite dish. As we waited, I kept glancing at her, each time I took a look at her, I felt a wave of guilt. Am I even ready for this? Each time I looked at those papers, the weight of my betrayal felt heavier, more unbearable. But I couldn’t back o
Arabella's POVIt had been ten minutes since Asher left. I glanced at my watch again, my fingers tapping impatiently against the table. Where was he? I couldn’t shake off the unceasing feeling that had crept in since the moment he walked out. His reaction wasn’t what I expected. He neither seemed thrilled, nor even happy, about the fact that he was going to be a father. His reaction was one that I had never expected. I couldn't tell how he was feeling about the news but I know he was indifferent about what I told him. He tried to hide it, but his legs had given him away, shaking under the table, thudding against the wood with every nervous twitch anytime he moved his body.Was I reading too much into this? Maybe I was overthinking it. Maybe becoming a father would be a shock to anyone, right? I could vividly remember the day I found out I was pregnant. I might have been just as stunned as he was but It was all a feeling of happiness. Maybe that’s all it was for him—shock. But no... th
Asher's POVI stood by the car, squeezing the document in my hand so tightly, as I stared at it. It was the last shred of my humanity, sold for a decision I couldn’t take back. I could tear it up right now, end this before it went too far, but my fingers wouldn’t move. They stayed frozen, clutching the paper as if it held all the power over me. I had chosen this. I stared down at the document, then back at the restaurant, the place where I had just destroyed any trust Arabella had in me.A part of me still wished that I could turn back the hands of time, but I knew the truth. If I had the chance to do it all over again, I’d make the same choice. Again and again. Maybe what Mrs Blackhood said about me was right. Was I the monster everyone believed me to be? Maybe Scarlet also had been right all along—I cared about no one but myself. “ Damnit”. I hated the feeling of this guilt, I hated how it weighed me down. I sighed as I pulled out my phone and sent the text to my father:"I’ve
Ashers POVI took a deep breath as I opened the door of the study room door. I knew he was already inside, waiting for me. As soon as I opened the door, a bottle came flying in my direction. I barely managed to dodge the bottle. Typical. It would be a lie if I said I hadn't expected it.I dust my suit, as I walk closer to him, with my eyes on him as he stands by the desk, he actually couldn't wait to pounce on me but not this time. He took a step forward, his hand raised. He was going to slap me, but I caught his wrist before he could land on my cheeks.“Not this time,” I said firmly, as you stared at him squarely. “I’ve let you do this before, but not anymore,” I said as I pushed his hands away.For a moment, he just stood there, shocked that I had stopped him. I could see it in his eyes, he wasn't just shocked but he was terrified. He tried saying something but he didn't, he just glared at me, as he went back to the desk. I couldn't hide the smirk on my face, I love seeing this sid
Arabella's POVIt had been ten minutes since we entered the car and he hadn't said a word to me, it was clear that his mind wasn't there. He looked nervous, he was worried. I didn't know what to do or say and I did not want to sit down in silence. I adjusted my seat, as I moved my seat close to him and I placed his hands on my stomach.“Can you feel the baby kick?” I asked as I put my head on his shoulder “Our little one’s restless today.”For a moment, he paused, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, I saw it—the moment when he felt the baby’s tiny movement. His eyes widened in surprise.“Wow,” he breathed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “The baby kicked.”I laughed, the way he reacted was funny. He looked at me and turned away then he looked again, and I knew he saw the tears in my eyes. I tried to brush them away quickly, but it was too late. He had noticed.“ Are you okay?” He asked I turned my face away, suddenly feeling exposed, I was trying to comfort him and not make
Asher's POVIt’s been over thirty minutes since Asher left without saying a word or even any phone call from him yet, I honestly was tired of all this. His unnecessary silent or frequent anger over little things was starting to annoy me, the worst was that he wouldn’t open up to me, he wouldn’t just simply talk about what was bothering him despite how I tried to make him talk and in the end, he caused enough trouble to get us disqualified from the competition and still wouldn't talk about what happened. And this was just so tiring and frustrating for me, I really didn't know what to do about it. The idea of just going home felt a relief to me, I just couldn’t wait to go home. Because everything had been going downhill since the competition began. Asher had changed, and I couldn’t quite figure out why. He was distant and unpredictable, and his mood swings were wearing me down. I needed a break, some space to clear my head, but that didn’t seem likely to happen here anytime soon.I lo
Asher's POVI stuffed my clothes into the suitcase, not bothering to even fold it. I just needed to get out of here. Every item I tossed felt like throwing away the last few weeks, all the hard work, the efforts, everything. Arabella was packing too, she didn't bother to say anything since all of this happened. I was glad she didn't ask questions. I couldn’t deal with her right now, couldn’t handle trying to explain what had happened. I glanced over at her. She was folding a dress, her hands were steady as she carefully folded the dress without any care of the word, as if we had not been thrown out. “Damnit!” I yelled as I couldn't hold it anymore. “ Damn that bloody Willams” I screamed as the sound echoed around the room. Arabella didn’t flinch, didn’t look up. Maybe she knew better than to try and calm me down right now. I needed to get away from this room, from the suitcase, from everything. I needed air. I stomped out, slamming the door behind me. I barely noticed where I was
Asher's POV I strolled down the garden heading to my room. I barely could contain my anger. I kicked at loose stones and scattered leaves, not caring where they landed. I hated losing. I hated looking like a fool, especially in front of everyone and worst still Willams was the cause of it all. He found a way to pull me down every single time, no matter how much effort I put into it, I get the fact I was the one who started this, but his actions are affecting the suite.I clenched my fists so tightly if only I could get my hands on him. I imagined the smirk on his face, his smirk irritated me the most. I wanted to wipe that smirk right off. I couldn't go back into the room. Not yet. Arabella would come there, I didn't want to face any more of her questions and curious stares. She would never understand me, Scarlet understood me better. At that moment I missed having Scarlet around.I decided to walk around the garden, just to clear my anger and then I saw him. Williams. He was standin
Arabella POVAs soon as I walked out of the room trying to keep up with Asher's pace. The cool breeze outside should feel refreshing, but it doesn’t. My mind is stuck replaying the last half hour, Williams’ questions, the exchange between him and Asher, and also the bad energy they have, ever since the competition began. Asher hasn't said anything but him and Williams, but I knew something might have happened between them. I glance at him, but his face is set in that calm mask he wears when he’s trying not to let anything show. But I can see through it—his clenched jaw, the way his hands curl into fists when he thinks I’m not looking. Something’s bothering him.“Asher,” I start, my voice soft, testing the waters. “What’s going on with you and Williams? I know there’s more to it than just him being a judge and doing his duty.”He keeps walking, his eyes fixed straight ahead. For a second, I think he was ignoring me, but then he let out a long sigh and slowed his pace.“It’s nothing fo
Asher's POVThe room is buzzing with energy, but all I can feel is the weight of Williams’ eyes on me. He hasn’t let up since this competition started. Every look, every word, it’s like he’s daring me to crack. I won’t give him that satisfaction. Not today.I glance at Arabella. She’s sitting beside me, her hands resting in her lap, looking more relaxed than she has been, I know the competition has taken a toll on her. Today’s challenge is different—a relationship-based task. It’s meant to test how well we know each other. Simple enough. But with Williams lurking in the background, I know it won’t stay that way.The first few questions come easily. What’s Arabella’s favorite color? Easy, blue. How does she like her coffee? Black with a dash of sugar, just like she always orders when we’re out. I can feel her starting to relax even more as we move through the questions. She’s smiling now, at least this challenge was nothing too serious compared to the last ones. And for a moment, I let
Arabella's POVI want to believe him, but something in his tone makes me doubt it. He’s not fully here. His mind is somewhere else, probably on Williams. I can see it in the way his fists keep clenching and unclenching at his sides. He’s angry, though he’s trying to hide it from me. But it was too obvious. “ I am still scared Asher” I admitted.He stops walking, turning to face me, and for a moment, I see the frustration flash in his eyes. Not at me, but at everything else. “You don't have to be.”His words should have reassured me, but he didn't, maybe it was because of how he said it.“ You look angry,” I said, finally mustering the courage to ask. “ Is it because of…Williams.”He doesn’t answer immediately, but he mutters a curse under his breath. “Maybe a bit, I just can't get my mind off what he did, after long hours of prepping for this, he just has to show off and act petty.”“Asher,” I say gently, stepping closer to him. “We’ll get through this. Don't let him get to you. Yo
Arabella's POVThe day after the introduction party, I woke up with a sharp pain in my stomach. Yesterday was really a stressful day, I doubt if I have the energy to prepare l for today's challenge. Today's challenge is a team strategy exercise, and couples have to solve a business problem together. I don’t know how I’m going to get through this. Asher and I haven't worked together in this way. I don’t even know how much I can contribute. He’s the business genius, not me.When we arrive at the room where the challenge will take place, I scan the other couples. They didn't look out of place like me. My breath catches when I see one couple already discussing potential strategies before the challenge has even started. I wish I had that kind of confidence. But I don’t.Asher places a reassuring hand on the small of my back. "We’ve got this," he says softly, but his eyes were focused on something else, his jaw tightens and the way his fingers tighten as he sees Willams. He appears calm, bu