Arabella's P.O.V " Are you okay?" she asked me "I.. think so" I muttered, I couldn't stop myself from shivering, as tears flowed from my eyes. What Asher did was shocking. Maybe I deserve it, maybe I was a whore, tears flowed through my eyes as I wailed. " Oh you, lesser thing." Miss Thompson said as she hugged me, I couldn't stop the tears, I already hated my first day as a wife, I would spend my whole life with someone who despises me. " Oh dear, dear, is going to be okay," she said while patting my back but the sob increased. I couldn't help but cry. "Asher is not on his best behavior these days, he is not like this, my Asher is a sweet soul…" Miss Thompson went on and on but I barely could register the words she was saying, all I knew was how she was calling him 'My Asher', it sounded strange. "Why don't you make Asher your delicacy today, he will come back very soon for his breakfast l, maybe that would lighten his mood," Miss Thompson said. The sound of that made my ear s
Asher's P.O.V "Damn it," I said, as I got into the car, " What the hell was happening" I thought to myself, I hated being this way, feeling like this, like a sore loser who needed someone to taunt so I could get satisfied. "Damn it, Asher, get yourself together," I said while hitting my head on the steering wheel, I drove to the office, I had barely been to the office ever since the I.A.S news and I knew I had a pile of work and more so I needed to talk to Arlo, as much as I hated to admit it, I needed his help, I drove to the office so fast as I could, I heard finally arrived at the office, I could see everyone stare at me, they were shocked that I came, as they thought I would be in honeymoon with my 'wife' " What the hell are you staring at?" I yelled because I was already getting irritated by their stares. I walked into my office and I heard Ray, " Call Mr. Arlo" I said, trying to be formal. The clock was ticking, it was exactly thirty minutes and fifty-nine, Arlo wasted befo
Arabella's P.O.V. I adjusted the delicate straps of my black floor-length gown, the silk fabric hugging my curves in all the right places. I felt like a princess because it was picked by Asher, which made my heart glitter. I needed to look good for him but the sentiment was short-lived. "Why do I even bother?" I thought to myself. "Asher won't appreciate it anyway." I checked the time - 5:55 PM. "Where is he?" I wondered, trying to push aside the thought of him not coming and maybe of me going to the ball alone. My phone beeped, I looked to check who was calling it was Miss Thompson " Hi dear, Asher called he won't be coming, so can you please come down Stairs the driver is waiting," she said, as she cut the call I took a deep breath before I left the room, trying to calm my nerves down. The driver was waiting, and we drove to the ball in silence. My mind raced with thoughts of Asher's coldness towards me and why he just couldn't stand the sight of me. "Why do I keep trying to
Asher POV " Th..ank you" I stammered, barely able to say a word, for all my focus was on Scarlet, I struggled to hold myself back from not leaving the podium without Arabella, I walked down the podium, my focus still on Scarlet and muttering a little thank you to people, I went to meet Scarlet not minding if I was with Arabella " What are you doing here?" I asked her, all curious. Then Devon comes " Oh, I have seen you have met my date?" he said, but let me give you a proper introduction " Meet Scarlet Harrison, my date for tonight and Scarlet meet Asher with his wife, they are the latest couple in town," he said I rolled my eyes while he introduced her, Scarlet stretched forth her hands to give me a shake. " Nice meeting you Mr. Asher and your wife looks pretty," she said as she pretended not to know me. " Not as pretty as you" I shook her hand and gave her a hugged then she muttered to me " Please behave yourself," she said as she let go of me and laughed, " Mr. Asher you
Arabellas P.O.V I closed my eyes as I screamed “ Enough!!!” I tried forcing the tears not to come out, the scene was all too shocking but I was interrupted by devon.“How dare you?” Devon asked Asher“You know I was a fool expecting the Blackhood boys to be on their best behavior, do you always have to come to an occasion just to ruin my day, I have tolerated all your excess and I am done tolerating it” Devon said.Asher delivered a punch to Devon asking him “How dare you” I felt a scream building up in my throat, “Asher!!!...” I screamed as I wanted him to stop all this Asher but the brightness of the camera light interrupted me. As I looked around I could see a swarm of reporters taking shots of everyone. I tried to hide my face, but it was too late, that had already taken a handful of my pictures. Asher's suit jacket came up, hiding Scarlet's face, as he tried getting her away from the scene and something inside me broke. The tears I had been holding back along, flowed free
Ashers POVScarlet's voice was filled with anger and hurt as she paced back and forth, her words sharo "Asher, how could you be so foolish and insensitive? Really, really, how could you?"I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on, I was already getting tired of how nagging. "Scarlet, can we please just move past this? We've been arguing for over an hour and it's getting very annoying already." My frustration was growing, and I couldn't help but think about the impending media storm that was going to make my life a living hell. I already had a lot to deal with and putting up with Scarlet nagging.Scarlet's eyes flashed with anger. "You think this is just about us? You think this is just a trivial matter, don't you ? This is going to be all over the news, Asher. My life is going to be splashed all over the headlines, and you're just standing there, looking like a lost puppy."I sighed, can this all end. "Scarlet, I know this is a mess. But can we please just try to find a way
Arabella's POVI moved away for a bit, I was beginning to get sober a bit, his reaction shocked me“ Damnit, why was I flaunting myself in front of a man who is my husband's brother?” I said under my breath as I hit my head with my hand.“ Sorry” I muttered while I stepped back from him a little bit.“ No need to be, you were drunk, I guess you are a little bit better , let's start heading home, it's getting late already” he said as he got upMy face flushed red in embarrassment, “ Oh, sure, let's start heading home”. I said.As I stood up, my head collided with his, our faces inches apart. I felt a rush of embarrassment and tried to quickly apologize, muttering a hasty "Sorry" as I attempted to leave but we bumped into each other again. And again. It was as if we were performing an awkward dance, with clumsy and uncoordinated movements.Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he stepped aside, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled wryly trying to hide his embarrassmen
Asher’s POV“ You always have to show how foolish you are.” he screamed, as he threw another vase in my direction. This has been going on for an hour, isn't he tired, I thought,I just wanted to be left alone.“ You are happy now, after embarrassing me or making me look like a fool in front of everyone” he yelled“ Asher Blackhood, why do you always make my life so unbearable?” he asked.As he continued to rant, his words blurred together in a jumbled mess. I stood in silence since I entered the room, my eyes fixed on the floor, my mind still reeling from the thought of scarlet.v Scarlet's face haunted me, her words echoing in my mind like a cruel taunt. "leave Asher…I can't do this anymore..."My heart hurt so badly as all I could picture was the memories of her and the very last thing she said to me. I fought so hard to keep my emotions in check, but my eyes betrayed me, welling up with tears. I bit my lip, struggling to hold the tears back.Why wouldn't he stop talking?Can't he lea
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