Harry sat in his office, his expression dark. His sharp gaze was fixed on the laptop screen before he shifted his eyes to the tall, broad-shouldered man standing in front of him. Adrian, his subordinate, was waiting for further instructions.“Find out everything about Arabella and her family,” Harry commanded in a low but firm voice. “I want a full report. Background, family ties, everything you can dig up. And... why did she come back?”Adrian gave a swift nod. “I'll handle it right away, sir.”Harry leaned back in his chair, his eyes still narrowed with suspicion. Arabella was his wife—at least on paper. But the more time passed, the more he found himself curious about her.A few hours later, Adrian returned with the results of his investigation.“Sir, Miss Arabella comes from a complicated family background. Unlike her younger sibling, she never went to college. Her father favors her sibling more. Right now, Miss Arabella is staying at her late mother’s house, which is currently un
Another man? What did Harry mean by that? Why was he accusing her of such things?Tonight had already been exhausting for Arabella. Luna, with her irritating demeanor, had successfully made her blood boil. She had returned home with a head full of anger, and now, she had to face Harry, who looked ready to launch an interrogation like a detective.“I just went back to Terraverde Village, my mother’s house. After that, I visited her grave,” Arabella answered, trying to keep her voice calm. She didn’t want to lose her temper. Her mood was already bad, and she didn’t want to make it worse.“Coming home at this hour? Do you think it’s appropriate for a woman to be out so late?” Harry's sharp question sliced through the air. His jaw tightened, and his eyes locked onto Arabella like he was trying to strip her down to her core.Arabella let out a small sigh. “I wasn’t wandering around. I just went home. What’s so wrong about that? This is the first time I’ve returned home since becoming your
Arabella stood before the mirror, staring at her reflection with a mix of emotions. The gown Jimmy had given her was nothing short of breathtaking—a white evening dress with an elegant cut that hugged her figure perfectly. The fabric draped gracefully, accentuating her slender waist and exposing her delicate shoulders. Her usually neatly tied black hair was left loose, framing her face with effortless beauty. A touch of makeup highlighted her features, making her look even more stunning.As she stepped out of her room, she halted for a moment, feeling two pairs of eyes locked onto her. Jimmy, who was usually composed and professional, seemed utterly dumbfounded, as if he couldn’t believe the sight before him.“Wow,” he muttered unconsciously. To Jimmy, it was as if a goddess had descended from the heavens.Arabella stifled a small laugh. “Don’t tell me you don’t recognize me, Jimmy.”Jimmy blinked a few times before finally chuckling and shaking his head. “Forgive me, ma’am. I just… w
Arabella couldn’t hide her shock. Her husband’s cousin had the audacity to act so rudely toward her. Before attending the party, she had studied the Hans Anderson family tree. She recognized the man before her—Adam Anderson, Harry’s cousin from Aunt Amelia. Aunt Amelia was Aunt Tessa’s younger sister.“Let me go, Adam Anderson!” Arabella snapped, trying to yank her hand away, but his grip was too strong.Adam chuckled darkly. “Oh, come on. We both know you wouldn’t resist something far more thrilling than just the night air.”Disgust churned in Arabella’s stomach. Her fury ignited. She knew exactly what Adam meant, and she would never be his victim like the other women who had fallen for his traps. Her breath came faster, and before Adam could take things further, she moved.A swift kick to his shin sent Adam stumbling. With quick reflexes, she tore her arm free from his grip and landed a solid punch straight to his jaw. A loud thud echoed as Adam crashed to the ground, cursing in pai
Harry haggled the wheelchair with dignified caution, but a tempest raged in his breast. Adam had gone too far. His previous words still echoed in Harry's mind, piercing his pride step by step.He was a useless husband.But what gnawed at him more was that Arabella had to suffer all alone.Did Harry tell her so in so many words? No. Did he show concern for Arabella? Not by any means. His pride was higher than that.Harry quietly decided to depart the party early. He did not notice curious glances from partygoers or even the shock-stricken face of Aunt Tessa to see him unceremoniously deciding to leave without a word. The prime feature hadn’t yet started.“Harry must be offended and enraged,” Arabella whispered to herself, lifting up her beautiful gown as she followed him, although with a pout.Inside the car on their way home, the atmosphere was stifling. The only sound was the tires rolling over the asphalt. Arabella sat in the backseat, head resting on the window, face half-illuminat
“Do you feel like working, or are you looking for an excuse to be out of the house more than usual?” Harry’s tone was acidic.Arabella’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her cool. Harry was always like that—shrewd, unshakeable. But she had already practiced what she would say.“I just want to do something deserving. I could perhaps assist in the office or maybe in one of the family businesses.” She diplomatically refused to be more specific, realizing this would only invite more questions and spoil her scheme.Harry let out a small snort. “Arabella, we're barely a married couple. So go to work by all means. But I have to know your true motive.”Arabella caught her breath for a moment before speaking. She couldn't believe how easily Harry agreed. “I need something to do with my time, Harry. That’s all.”Harry raised an eyebrow.Harry observed her closely, as if trying to read her mind. Arabella tried to keep calm, refusing to let any apprehension creep into her voice. Finally, Harry
Arabella stepped out of Edwin’s office with her mind in turmoil. The answers her father had given her felt too neat, too rehearsed. She bit her lip, trying to push away the strange feeling gnawing at her chest. But no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, the unease only grew stronger.As she reached the sidewalk, raindrops began to fall. At first, they were gentle, but within seconds, a heavy downpour engulfed the city. Arabella raised her hand to shield her face as the wind howled, whipping her long hair in every direction.“Great! Another downpour,” she muttered, regretting her hasty decision to leave the office without an umbrella or a raincoat.Terraverde Village had been unpredictable lately, caught in the midst of seasonal transitions.Not wanting to stand in the rain any longer, she waved at an approaching car, assuming it was a taxi. To her dismay, the vehicle sped past her, splashing dirty water all over her clothes.It was only then that she realized—it wasn’t a taxi.“Yo
The car moved slowly through the quiet city streets. The dim glow of the streetlights cast soft shadows against the window, painting fleeting images that disappeared as quickly as they came. Arabella sat silently in the passenger seat, her gaze distant as she stared outside. Mike, his hands gripping the steering wheel, stole occasional glances at her. He wasn’t giving up. He didn’t care whether Arabella was married or not.“Bella…” His voice was gentle, almost a whisper. “I know you’re still mad at me. I know I let you down.”Arabella remained silent, her hands folded in her lap. Only the soft hum of the engine and the rhythmic patter of rain filled the space between them.“I never wanted to hurt you,” Mike continued, tightening his grip on the wheel. “I regret it. Ever since you got married, I haven’t stopped thinking about how I should have fought for you. How I should have tried harder. I was a fool for letting you go.”Arabella took a deep breath. Her eyes were still fixed outside
“I’m just working part-time, Grandpa. At an old friend’s place,” Arabella said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. They were still standing in the hospital lobby after visiting Edwin, who was still lying weakly on the hospital bed.Hans raised an eyebrow. “Part-time? Where at?”Arabella offered a faint smile. “A small boutique. Belongs to a friend from school. I’m just helping out. Not every day. Just… to pass the time.”Hans nodded slowly. There was no suspicion in his eyes. “I thought you’d be more drawn to social work or education, with how you treat people. But a boutique’s nice too. A world of color and creativity, huh? Why don’t you open one of your own?”“Oh, I haven’t really thought about that, Grandpa Hans. But… that’s actually a good idea,” Arabella replied quickly, though guilt was already weighing heavy on her chest. She deliberately didn’t mention that she was actually working full-time there—designing window displays, handling sales records, even cleaning the
Arabella stood still at the doorway, her eyes fixed on the large bed in front of her. The night felt unusually warm, and a nervous, awkward tension lingered in the air. After living under the same roof with Harry for quite some time, tonight was different—they were going to sleep in the same bed.Harry, freshly changed into his sleepwear, sat on the edge of the bed, watching Arabella hesitate by the door.“Why aren’t you sitting down? Come on, let’s sleep,” he said, gesturing casually toward the bed.Arabella ran her fingers through her hair, clearly trying to avoid the situation. “I... I can sleep on the couch,” she blurted out, hoping to escape the awkward tension between them.Harry raised an eyebrow, confused, then chuckled lightly. “The couch? Suit yourself,” he replied nonchalantly, before lying down on the soft bed.Inwardly, though, Harry was cursing under his breath at Arabella’s distant attitude.“Sleep wherever you want. I don’t care,” he grumbled to himself.Arabella arche
Arabella returned to Harry’s house, fury pulsing through her veins. Yes, she was livid—at Helena. She was convinced Helena was behind the spiked wine that left their father hospitalized and unconscious.But… could Helena really be that heartless? Maybe it had something to do with the inheritance. The more she thought about it, the more disgusted Arabella became.Why do people do anything—everything—for the sake of inheritance? Her father. Her stepmother. Now even her sister? And Harry?They’re all the same.With a huff and a stomp, the raven-haired girl stepped out of the taxi and made her way toward the grand mansion—her husband’s home in name only. Her gaze landed on the carport.A soft sigh escaped her lips. “Thank God Grandpa Hans didn’t show up.”Hans had canceled his visit last minute due to a business meeting.She wasn’t in the mood to stay in Harry’s room, faking the part of a loving wife.As she was thinking about Harry’s grandfather, she spotted Mrs. Mia in the yard, directi
“I need a drink…” Helena growled under her breath, slamming the door of her elegant but eerily silent house. The sharp click of her high heels echoed against the marble floor. She had just gotten home from campus.Parched, she made a beeline for the refrigerator, reaching out for a bottle of cold water. But just as her hand touched the fridge handle, her eyes shifted—drawn to the glass cabinet filled with various types of liquor, including wine.A sly smile tugged at her lips as she opened the cabinet, searching for her bottle of wine.Bad luck. It was gone.She froze for a second, then crouched to check the lower shelves. Still nothing. She blinked, her expression shifting from confusion to suspicion. Her eyes narrowed like a hawk who'd just lost sight of its prey.“Arabella…” she hissed, her voice low but vibrating with restrained fury, a thin smile curving her lips—a smile that never reached her eyes.Slowly but purposefully, Helena ascended the stairs. She wasn't heading to her be
After leaving her father’s house, Arabella went straight to the forensic laboratory owned by her old friend, Tom—a toxicologist working at an independent research institute. They had been close during college, and now, he was one of the few people she could still trust.Tom studied the wine bottle, now wrapped in cloth, sitting on the table before him. He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Arabella with curiosity.“This wine... are you sure there’s something wrong with it?” he asked while slipping on a pair of latex gloves.“My father collapsed a few hours after drinking it. He was rushed to the hospital. I thought it was just exhaustion…” Arabella replied softly. “Please check. Whatever you find—I need to know.”Tom nodded, his expression turning serious. “I’ll treat this like a personal case. If I pull an all-nighter, you’ll get the results by tomorrow morning.”“Thank you, Tom,” Arabella said sincerely, her eyes reflecting her weariness. “I don’t know who else I can trust right now.”
After the conversation with Harry, Arabella dragged herself into her room, her steps heavy and drained of strength. She didn’t say another word to Harry, who remained in the living room, eyes fixed blankly on the television he wasn’t really watching.Without glancing back, Arabella headed straight to the bathroom. She needed time—time to breathe, to calm the storm inside her chest. Time to find a moment of peace from the heartache that had yet to fade.Warm water cascaded over her face and body, washing away both exhaustion and the tears she had held back for hours. When she stepped out, she changed into a gray T-shirt and loose pants, pulling on a jacket to brace for the chill outside. Her hair was still damp when she emerged from her room.Harry glanced at her briefly from the corner of his eye, then quickly looked away—pretending not to care. Yet, his fingers curled tighter around the armrest of his wheelchair.Arabella paused and looked at him.“I’m going to the hospital again. It
“Let me go, Mike!” Arabella’s voice cracked down the hospital hallway. She shoved his chest with all her strength, causing Mike to stumble back, nearly losing his balance.Her eyes were blazing, her breath uneven. She stared at him with a mixture of fury and disbelief. Her body still trembled from the unwanted embrace—an embrace that, unfortunately, had been witnessed by the one person who should never have misunderstood: her husband, Harry.“Are you insane?! Harry saw us! He walked away without a word!” she snapped, her voice raw with pain.Mike looked down, fists clenched. “I didn’t know he was here, Bella. I just… I saw you crying alone. I was worried.”“You always bring trouble, Mike. You shattered me once, and now you’ve made my husband think I—” Arabella bit her lip. Tears threatened to fall again, but she forced them back.“I’m sorry. I truly am,” Mike said softly. “If I could turn back time, I’d never—”“—cheat with Helena?” Arabella cut him off, her glare piercing. “You cheat
“What do you mean, Doctor? Poison?”Arabella’s voice trembled, rising almost into a shout as the words flew from her lips. Her eyes widened, locked onto the stern-faced middle-aged doctor standing in the hospital’s consultation room.“We detected a harmful substance in Mr. Edwin’s bloodstream. We can’t identify it yet, but the toxicology team is running further tests,” the doctor explained calmly.Luna shut her eyes tightly, her left hand gripping the edge of her shawl. Helena stood stiffly in the corner, arms folded, jaw clenched.Arabella turned to face them, her breath uneven. “So... Dad was poisoned? This wasn’t just a regular heart attack?”“The heart attack may have been triggered by the substance,” the doctor replied cautiously. “We’ll need to wait for the full results. In the meantime, we advise the family to remain alert.”As soon as the doctor exited, a tense silence took over the room. Arabella stood still for a moment, then turned sharply toward Luna.“Was it you?”Her acc
The sky had already turned dark when Harry finally realized Arabella hadn’t come home. A wave of irritation rose in his chest—she had broken her promise. Again.She said she wouldn’t come home late. Yet here they were.Dinner time rolled around. Still no sign of her.The dining room was painfully quiet. Harry ate alone, the clinking of silverware against his plate the only sound in the room.Jimmy, noticing the tension on his master's face, finally gathered the courage to approach.“Sir Harry, should I give Miss Arabella a call?” he asked cautiously.Harry didn’t answer. His grip on the spoon tightened, veins bulging visibly on the back of his hand.He wanted to call her. But his pride held him back. Even so, a growing unease gnawed at him. She hadn’t even sent a message.As the minutes ticked by, thunder rumbled in the distance. Rain was coming.With a frustrated sigh, Harry dropped the spoon and reached for his phone. He couldn’t take it anymore.[Bella, where are you?]His voice wa