Arabella had just stepped out of the elevator on the seventh floor of Anderson Corporation, carefully pushing Harry's wheelchair. The office was bustling with activity—the sound of hurried footsteps and hushed conversations filled the air. Harry appeared calm, though there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.Suddenly, from behind, a beautiful blonde woman strode quickly forward and, without hesitation, took over Harry’s wheelchair, shoving Arabella’s hands away as if she were merely an attendant. The force nearly sent Arabella stumbling.“I’ll be the one pushing him,” the woman declared firmly, treating Arabella as nothing more than an employee.Arabella was momentarily stunned but quickly realized who the woman was. Celine. Harry’s ex-fiancée. The woman who had abandoned him after he became paralyzed.Harry looked even more shocked than Arabella. His eyes widened as he saw Celine standing behind him.“Celine? What are you doing here?” His voice was heavy, a mix of shock and disbelie
The atmosphere in Anderson Corporation’s annual board meeting was tense. Shareholders, board members, and the extended Anderson family were seated around a huge, long table, with glass walls offering a panoramic view of the towering city skyline.At the head of the table was Harry in his wheelchair, his face calm despite the almost tangible hostility in the room.Across from him, his ambitious cousin Adam leaned back confidently. He had been ruthlessly sticking Harry with his arguments since the meeting began.“This firm can’t be managed by a person who is… excuse me, physically handicapped,” Adam scorned. “Since the accident, the company’s performance has really declined. Our stocks are unstable. We need someone who can be in the front lines, not just sit behind a desk.”Some of the family members nodded in concurrence. There were murmurs in the room. But nobody could contribute to the argument before an authoritative voice pierced through the air.“Some tend to overlook the fact tha
That morning, Arabella woke up earlier than usual. She stepped into the kitchen with a newfound determination, something she hadn’t felt in months. The crisp morning air flowed in through the window, while the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room.She took a few ingredients from the fridge—eggs, bread, and a few slices of smoked beef. With practiced ease, her hands started preparing a simple breakfast. It didn’t take long before a plate of omelet, toast, and a steaming cup of coffee were neatly arranged on the dining table.When Harry entered the kitchen in his wheelchair, he froze at the sight. Usually, the chef prepared his meals, but this time, it was Arabella who had done it.Arabella had already asked the chef for permission to prepare breakfast for Harry.“You cooked?” Harry asked, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.Arabella shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “I just felt like doing something useful this morning. If you don’t like it, I can—”“I’m not rejecting
The darkness of the night enveloped the city as Harry sat in his study, staring blankly at his laptop screen. Thoughts of his accident a year ago still haunted him. The injury that left him paralyzed had not only changed his life but also made him question many things.“I won’t let this slide,” he murmured softly.He had remained silent for too long. But now, he needed answers. That was why, a few weeks ago, he had hired a private detective, Marcus, to uncover the truth behind the accident that happened during his business trip.At exactly eight in the evening, his phone vibrated. Marcus's name flashed on the screen. Harry immediately answered the call.“Did you find anything?” he asked without preamble.“Yes,” Marcus replied. “I need you to meet me now. It’s urgent.”Harry frowned. Marcus was not the type to exaggerate. If he said something was urgent, then it really was.“Alright. I’ll be waiting at home.”Fifteen minutes later, Marcus arrived at Harry’s residence, carrying a thick
Harry sat in his room, lost in thought. Again, he always felt guilty whenever he raised his voice at Arabella. He didn’t understand what was happening to him. Seeing Arabella’s hurt face seemed to pierce his heart.“Am I overreacting? But... I don’t want to fall in love again.”Harry wrestled with his inner turmoil. He feared opening his heart to another woman. He didn’t want to give Arabella false hope either.Wait, the sudden image of Celine appeared in his mind, making him hesitant. Did Celine truly regret leaving him when he needed support from those closest to him?Harry took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying hard to calm himself. Deep down, Celine’s name still lingered in his heart.That night, Harry lay in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He had tried to close his eyes several times, but his mind kept wandering to one name, Celine.He still loved her.Or at least, that’s what he had always believed. But when Celine returned and begged for a second chance, doubt be
Celine pretended to ponder, stroking her chin. “I’ve changed my mind! I don’t want that bag anymore. Bring me a different model, the latest one, of course!”Arabella took a deep breath. As if Celine’s sharp words weren’t enough to stab her chest, now the blonde-haired girl was playing tricks on her.“Of course, please wait a moment.” Arabella turned toward the storage rack, but before she could take a step, Celine’s voice rang out again.“Oh wait! Make sure you pick the best one. I don’t want anything cheap.” Celine let out a light chuckle, her tone laced with feigned amusement. But Arabella knew better. This wasn’t just a simple request from a customer. This was a game.Arabella retrieved a few bags from the latest collection and returned to the counter, carefully placing them on the table. “Here are some options that might suit you, Miss Celine.”Celine picked up one of the bags, examining it as if she were evaluating something worthless. She shook her head and tossed the bag back
Celine crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “So? Are you going to kneel and apologize, or are you going to pay for the bag?”There was a reason Celine spoke that way. No one in the boutique believed Arabella when she said she would pay for the luxury bag right away.Arabella clenched her fists, feeling her nails dig into her palms. Her breath was heavy, her chest rising and falling with restrained anger. She could feel the stares of everyone around her, waiting to see if she would give in to this humiliation.Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Arabella spoke again, pressing down her frustration. “I’ll pay for it.” Her voice was firm, though slightly shaky.The crowd watching began to murmur. Some looked surprised, while others held back mocking smiles. Carla sighed and shook her head, as if Arabella’s decision was nothing but foolish.“Oh?” Celine raised an eyebrow, looking a bit disappointed. “Really? You’re going to pay ten thousand dollars? Hmm, i
The next day, Arabella hesitantly stepped into the café where she had agreed to meet Mike. She still couldn’t fully understand why she had accepted this invitation. Was it out of gratitude? Or maybe, deep down, a part of her wanted to hear Mike’s explanation about everything?As soon as she entered, her eyes immediately found him. Mike was already seated in the corner of the room, with two cups of coffee on the table. Just like before, he still exuded an air of calmness, but there was a hint of exhaustion in his gaze.“Arabella,” Mike stood up and gave her a small smile. “Thank you for coming. Please, have a seat.”Arabella nodded and sat across from him. Her eyes flickered to the cup of coffee he had prepared for her. “You still remember that I like this coffee?”Mike’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Of course. I remember many things about you.”Arabella held her breath. She didn’t want to be dragged back into the past. “So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?” she asked, get
Arabella stepped into the boutique with hesitant steps. Behind the counter, Carla—the stern and no-nonsense supervisor—locked eyes with her, her gaze sharp as a blade. The calm atmosphere in the boutique suddenly turned cold.“Arabella,” Carla’s voice was flat, yet heavy with pressure. “Come with me. Now.”Without a word, Arabella followed Carla into a small room at the back of the boutique. Once the door closed, Carla crossed her arms in front of her chest.“Do you even know how many times you’ve skipped work this week?” Carla asked sharply.Arabella lowered her gaze. “I... I know, Ms. Carla. I’m sorry. My father—”“I don’t want to hear excuses,” Carla cut her off coldly. “This isn’t the kind of job you can just walk in and out of whenever you please. You think this is some kind of hobby?”Arabella bit her lip. Deep down, she wanted to explain that her father was still in the hospital, and her mother was completely unreliable. But she knew Carla wouldn’t care.“I'm giving you one las
“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