ArabellaIt was a dare, a challenge.One that I knew would burn the both of us, yet I didn't care.His gaze sharpened when he felt my jaw clench under his hold. He pressed his thumb down on my lips, forcing it to part.Seconds passed. Our eyes were still locked, the air thick with tension.I swatted his hand away from my chin, and the next second, our lips crashed, rough and fierce in a fight for control. My hand tangled in his hair, tugging hard. He groaned against my mouth.A smile crept up. Good.But he didn't let me savor it. In a flash, his body slammed me hard against the wall.A gasp tore from my lips, and his lips curled like he had me exactly where he wanted. His hands found my hips, pinning me there as his tongue slid against mine, tasting, claiming.A gasp escaped my lips, and he swallowed it, his grip tightening as if daring me to pull away. My hands fisted his shirt, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us.His hand slipped under my dress, fingers trai
ArabellaThe ride home was quiet, heavy with silence. I stared out the window, blinking back tears as Nathan's venomous kept echoing in my head.Sloppy seconds.My stomach twisted.When we got home, I didn't wait for the car to come to a complete halt. I jumped out, my heels clicking sharply against the walkway as I hurried into the house.I moved like the words he'd thrown at me were chasing me. My eyes stung with tears but I kept willing them back. I wouldn't cry. Not for him. He wasn't worth it."Ara," Adrian's voice cut through my thoughts, his footsteps steady behind me.I'd gotten to my door already, twisting the doorknob."Bella." His voice was firmer this time, but I ignored him, stepping inside and pushing the door shut. Only, it didn't close.My heart dropped when I realized his hand was on it, stopping it from shutting."Please," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Just... just leave me alone."He didn't move. The door remained half-open, his presence looming over me."Look at
ArabellaMy vision spun for a second, the lights blurring even more before I steadied myself, eyes snapping up to meet the person holding me there.Nathan.A moment passed before my brain registered the fact that he was the one who had me pinned against the wall."What the hell?!" I exclaimed, trying to push him off, but he had my hands pinned against the wall too."Nathan, what the hell is wrong with you?" I asked, staring into his rage-filled eyes. His eyes were blazing with fury that made me swallow."What are you doing with Adrian?!" He roared into my face, his hands pinning mine strongly against the wall. My attempts to break free from his grasp were futile. I couldn't even move, so I stood still and stared him back in the eye, defiantly."Let go of me, Nathan!""Not until you answer my question, bitch. How did you know him? You have been with him since we were together, haven't you?" His nose flared as he glared at me.I stared at him in disbelief, anger simmering in my chest."
ArabellaI pretended to admire the endless sketch of paintings and sculptures as I sipped champagne, my eyes skimming over brush strokes and sculptures I knew nothing about.Adrian was gone with Lucien, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the occasional polite smile to passing strangers.I still felt the warmth of his hand on my waist, the possessive grip, and the way it tightened each time Lucien pushed his buttons, especially when he asked me to choose the paintings I loved.His grip had tightened like he was trying to ground himself. He seemed particularly possessive during that moment, and my stupid heart had been fluttering at his gestures.My mind replayed the way he'd introduced me — his wife. It was supposed to be an act, just a role to play, but there had been something in his voice that made it feel...real.He wasn't even supposed to introduce me as his wife to anyone tonight, but I guess he had his reasons. I was probably thinking about it too much.Shaking my head, I mov
AdrianSharp blue eyes and an annoying smile, I knew too well.Lucien fucking Dupont.Despite my announcement, he didn't even seem surprised. Just smug.I knew him enough to know that the way he'd stared at her and grinned meant he was interested in her.Who wouldn't? She had more personality than every person in this room.She was the only one scoffing and making faces at the sculptures and paintings, Dupont had tagged as personal. I'd caught her even when she tried to keep her expressions subtle.Meanwhile, everyone else kept gasping and singing praises of the old geezer. Now, his son was out here with eyes for my wife.Something dark crept up my chest as my grip around her waist tightened. Just enough to keep her close and draw the line.My face hardened as Lucien's eyes slid from mine to Ara, who had frozen at my statement, then back to me. His expression was unreadable, and as much as I hated to admit it, aside from my grandmother, Lucien was one person I couldn't see through. A
ArabellaAfter passing through many rounds of security, the car came to a halt before an exquisite building, which, according to Adrian's briefing on our way, was a galleria belonging to the Duponts.The exterior was simple yet elegant, with wide glass panels and neatly trimmed hedges lining the entrance.The thud of the car door as Adrian stepped out snapped me out of my thoughts, and before I could do the same, he beat me to it, opening the door for me.He stretched his hand in a gentlemanly gesture, and I blinked, lifting my head to stare at him. The soft lighting in the background highlighted the green of his eyes — they looked warmer and, as much as I hated to admit, pretty.I envied that lighting could influence the shade of his eye color, and whichever shade they were, it made him sexy. Not just his eyes but him. He was wearing a dark suit, but he exuded effortless charm, as always.He tilted his head, and I looked away, reluctantly placing my hand against his palm.As soon as