All Chapters of Arrangements of heart: Honey, let's get divorced.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Helen was never her friend, when they were still young. Helen always wanted Michael's attention, while he never gave her that. Helen is the only daughter of her rich parent, just like her, just that her grandmother and Naomi were friends. That was why she was allowed to play in the Sean's Family Mansion when she was small."Hello grandpa." She greeted the Old man Sean who smiled at her. She knew the man never liked her, he thought she was not capable for his grandson."Hello Helen." She finally greeted Helen and sat on the chair.She was shocked that Naomi could Invite even family and friends over a mere Miso soup. She never expected this huge of relatives coming. She saw the younger brother of Michael's dad, with his wife, who was glaring at her like a witch. She wasn't surprised, both husband and wife never liked their nephew, which is Michael and she couldn't forget how they used her to go against the Sean family."Hello, Uncle Desmond. Auntie Lucy." She greeted them and the man pl

Michael worked late into the night, his anger fueling his productivity. He didn't even notice how exhausted he was, and his assistant Parker looked absolutely dead on his feet."Get me Guevara's file, Parker," Michael barked, his voice harsh with frustration. Parker stifled a yawn as he handed the file over, his eyes heavy with fatigue."Give Mr. Gilbert a call," Michael said firmly. "Tell him that the company needs him to be ready for an upcoming attack. And make sure he knows that he has to follow our instructions." Assistant Parker nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Do you need me to add anything else?"Michael asked.Assistant Parker nodded, but then his eyes widened as he realized what he had just agreed to. He looked up at the clock and saw that it was 2 a.m. "Uh, boss," he stammered. "It's 2 o'clock in the morning, sir," he said. "Mr. Gilbert is probably asleep. Should I really wake him up?""Yes, Parker, and make it snappy," Michael snapped. "Or do you want

As Bella scrolled through her computer screen, looking for a place to open a shop, she felt a surge of excitement. She had been dreaming of opening her own business for years, and now it was finally becoming a reality. Just as she was about to click on a promising-looking listing, her phone rang.The caller ID showed a number she didn't recognize, but she answered anyway. "Hello?" she said, her voice shaking slightly."Hello, Bella," a pleasant female voice said. "I heard you're looking for a place to open a shop. Is that right?"Bella was taken aback. How did this person know what she was doing? She hadn't told anyone about her plans. "I...yes, that's right," she said, her voice still quivering. "But...how did you know that?""Weren't you the one that paste it that you need a shop." the lady asked, her tone confused. "Oh, yes. It's me. Becca?" She asked."Of course, I am. I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you interested in a space that is already set up for a shop, or would y

Michael folded his arms and leaned against the wall. His expression was unreadable, but there was a storm brewing in his eyes.Bella stared at him, her face flushed. She couldn't help but feel ashamed and embarrassed by her own behavior. "I... I heard that car. Who's driving it now?" she asked, trying to break the tension."I knew you wouldn't come out of your room unless I left, so I called my assistant, Parker, to come and take my car away," Michael said, his voice cold. "At least, you would think I've gone."Bella felt a stab of embarrassment in her heart.Bella tried to play it cool, but her face was flushed with embarrassment. She pretended not to care as she said, "Oh, who cares?" and took a bite of her bread.Michael let out a scoff and walked over to her, snatching the bread from her hand and tossing it away. "Expired," he said, his voice flat.Bella stared at him, wide-eyed. She opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out. The humiliation was too much."Where are the ma