All Chapters of It Was, A Beautiful Breakup : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

NARRATIVE 'Mr Stranger, are you a pervert?' Natalie asked as she shot him a daring, threatening glare. He chuckled and leaned back, raising his hands in surrender. 'Relax ma'am, just kidding.' He grinned. Natalie rolled her eyes away as he stood up. 'I'd help you find him tomorrow. There's food in the kitchen if you're hungry, I'm retiring for the day. Goodnight.' He walked away. Only after he was gone and she was assured that she'd find Gabby in the morning, did Natalie lifted the bowl of herbal drink to her lips.___ Gabby opened his eyes to see a beautiful woman with orange dyed hair, bent over his face as she tried to clean his healing wounds again. 'Hi, handsome,' she purred. Her voice was seductive and Gabby blinked several times in uncertainty. He was in an unfamiliar house, on a bed with a temptress of a woman scantily dressed. He sat up immediately and stared at her in confusion. 'Who am I?' She chuckled, asking the question already on his mind. 'I'm

NARRATIVE 'Shut up, Samantha! No one here is interested in the crap you have to say, we'll only wait for evidence. If it's proven that you stole and broke Lesley's gold bracelet, you'll have to face the consequences of your actions.' Sandy said while roughly pushing the stunned Samantha to the floor of the basketball court. Ava watched from her spot as the girls all surrounded Samantha, each bearing malicious intents within them as they stared with contempt at her. These were high class kids that a lowly commoner like Samantha shouldn't dare offend.She was glad she was finally able to create a rift between the two close friends, whose committed friendship were an eyesore to her. She almost had a chance of making friends with the wealthiest and most popular girl in school but thanks to the lowly Samantha, her chances were ruined when she got caught and disgraced for bullying a Junior student.Lesley was not only a wealthy kid, she was pretty and was also the cheerleader. She h

ARLOWE’S POV “Eric please, you must reconsider. You can’t do this to me! You’re ruining my life!” I pleaded with tears running down my cheeks. But my husband wasn’t even paying me the slightest bit of attention as he tossed my luggage at me, not minding how the boxes rolled down the stairs to fall at my feet. “This marriage is over, Arlowe. Take your things and get out of my house. I never want to see you again.” He coldly stated as he turned around to return to his room. However, I couldn’t let him do this to me without a fight. My family would never forgive me. I would become an outcast in society. I hurried after him and held his shirt, “Hubby please don’t do this to me. I promise not to complain over anything again. You can bring in whomever you want to the house and do whatever you please with them. I won’t disturb or argue anymore, just please don’t abandon me. Please, babe,” I looked up at him with teary eyes, but his cold obsidian eyes glared back unflinchingly at

ARLOWE'S POV It's absolutely ridiculous and unbelievable how my whole life could turn around from bad to worse within just a day. The more I think of it, the more perplexed and horrified I feel. Who would have imagined that I would get into trouble with a man I had never seen or even know what he looks like?Defamation of character and slandering? Ha! Isn't the accusation even heavy in the mouth of that Jonathan Kingston? Probably, the walls now have ears. Since it seems words I said in my anger and frustration, while at Eric's place, has now somehow found a way to get me in a deep shit hole. Just some days ago, I had yelled back at Eric in my anger over the ill-manner he was treating me and had asked him to go find the source of his problems and sort it out, and that he stopped pouring his aggressions on me. In my words, I had said, "I am not the cause of your frustrations, Eric. Go find that mysterious zillionaire cousin of yours whom you feel threatened by that you

ARLOWE'S POV "The fuck, Arlowe! I've been calling since forever! What the hell happened to you?!" Nicky worriedly yelled the moment my call went through. "N-Nicky...I... I..." My voice broke as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Babes, are you okay? I couldn't find you at the club. Where are you?" Her worry was so evident in her voice. My hands trembled as I held the phone to my ear, one hand clutching the duvet to myself while my eyes roamed around the room fearfully. "I'm... I think I'm in a big mess, Nicky. I...I must have... I can't believe I..." I stuttered through my words, not even able to comprehend or even say what my situation seemed like. "Arlowe, tell me, where are you? What do you see?" I pushed a hand through my messy hair in my frustration and the duvet fell to my waist. "I swear I don't know. It seems like a h-hotel room," "What!" Nicky gasped in disbelief and I sighed, wiping my tears. I couldn't believe it either. But the reality of what I had