5. She looks ready for the plan!?
"Arielle," Amanda gulped the whole content in her glass in one go and smiled, "He's... He's been miserable. He's not doing good. I can say he is merely surviving because he cannot commit suicide like a coward. He misses you everyday." Amanda told her, knowing exactly who she was referring to.
She watched Arielle's expression change into a pained one. Except she didn't let it stay obvious and quickly blinked her eyes to compose herself and coughed.
"And... and everyone else?" Arielle looked away.
'You both are the same. You want each other but won't let it show on your face.' Amanda mused.
"Allister's good... we're married now, and planning to expand our family." She put some strands of her loose hair behind her ear.
"Congratulations!" Arielle exclaimed happily, "I'm so happy for you two."
"Thanks," Amanda replied. "We got married a few months ago."
"And others? Like... uh, you know." Arielle hesitated to complete her question.
Taking her hand, Amanda squeezed it, "Your parents are doing good. Allister is in contact with them. They miss you a lot but," She paused. "They are... they are trying to live peacefully and pretend you were never there but they miss you a lot."
Arielle's face fell. Some tears flashed in her brown eyes which she blinked and sighed.
"It's been six years, I thought they'll forgive me." Arielle felt ice spreading through her stomach.
Then as she had tried the last two times, she forced a smile and behaved as if she was never told.
"So how did you find me? And what brings you here?" Pouring herself some more wine, Arielle purred. "I mean... you said it's a long story, I want to hear it."
Her brown orbs fluttered. She tried to avoid crying, except the moisture wouldn't stop from gushing out of her eyes. She didn't attempt to wipe them away as she pretended to be unaware of them and swallowed big lumps of wine.
She was in despair. No doubts. Last six years were no less than a ride to hell for her though she was surviving, like Amanda said. But today, after she heard from her about him (Liam) and his hardships, Arielle couldn't stop her tears.
"Tell me, Amanda, what's your long story? I have plenty of time to listen to you." She said,
"Destiny," Amanda replied simply.
"Destiny brought me to you... and destiny is bringing you back to him."
"Huh?" Arielle put the glass back on the counter, confused. "What do you mean?"
She verbalized her confusion.
Nevertheless, the things she was going to get to hear further were meant to shake her grounds.
But hell... she seemed ready for it.
Tbc...
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6. You want me to be his unfortunate bride? "You aren't happy that Liam is miserable?" Amanda's words made a chill run down her spine. Why that question all of a sudden? When did Liam become a part of this discussion? Arielle's expression once again changed into a pained one as soon as Amanda mentioned his name, but she shook her head. "Of course not, why would I ever want him to be unhappy?" She looked away. "Exactly... I know how to bring him out of his misery, and you're the only way this can happen." Amanda told her with a small smile. "What?" Her heart throbbed, still confused. Then Amanda searched through her side bag and presented a card of the agency Arielle had submitted her photograph to. Amanda also showed some pictures of her that the agency gave to her. "H-how did you get to know about this agency? A-and.. And..." She stuttered, her color draining out. "D-did you tell Liam about it?" Suddenly her face became pale as if she was scared of Liam knowing about he
7. I never dated another guy. I just love him. "I'm sorry.. I.. I thought it was time for you two to reunite. Maybe I was wrong." She gave Arielle a glass of water. "I am sorry... I am sorry to bother you. I should not have come here. Pretend that this meeting never happened." Mouth dropping in bewilderment and eyes oozing pain, Arielle lifted her stunned face. After bringing back old memories and the wishes of being together with Liam, she was asking her to forget him. "What? It's you who said Liam is not good for a husband." Amanda remarked, reading her eyes. "I.. I never said that." "That's what you mean, isn't it?" "You can't expect me to accept him as if nothing happened between us? I am angry, can't you see." Arielle wiped her face. She drank some water and closed her eyes. Hell yeah, she wanted to be with Liam. That's what she's been praying for ever since they seperated six years ago. She wanted his big arms to hold her, pamper her and kiss her worries away. She w
8. Back into his arms after running away for 6 years Arielle's POV I shot two bottles of wine later that evening below my throat. Because I was on cloud nine. Earlier I had a so-called reason to be happy but after Amanda visited me, I realized there could be no better reason for my happiness than getting to unite with Liam. I pulled out a black thick diary from under the mattress and opened it. There were all the necessary cut outs of rough pages of newspaper, glossy pages of magazines of Liam smiling at cameras. "I missed you so much, Liam. Can't believe we're going to unite again." Tears filled my eyes. I stared at his pictures in different shades in my diary and kissed them one by one. He does not know about me but since I separated and left my family six years ago, I could not stop from following up with him. The fact was that I truly depended on him as a lover. I've tried my best to forget and avoid him for five and half years, but just as I shifted back to Vegas, my
9. I hope he misses my body too Arielle's Pov Life has not been very good for me. Being abandoned six years ago due to a mistake I innocently committed for the wellbeing of others, it's taken every fragment in me to survive. Only I know how I managed to survive all these years. My parents and everyone else disowned me. I was living my life alone while pretending to be happy with everything. I celebrated, sometimes didn't, Christmas and thanksgiving alone. I went to see fireworks at night soone on new year's eve. I cut my own cakes on my birthdays— sometimes spent them crying in bed for the whole day after locking myself in my room. Many— I mean men mostly, tried to be a part of my life but I can't let them in. It's not that I didn't try. I did a lot. It's just that my past haunts me a lot. Everytime I went to a date, I knew it wasn't supposed to be. I compared those guys with Liam and offended not them by turning them down but myself too. That's the reason why I was sipping my
10. A meeting with his bride "Hi... Liam." was the text he received that night. Liam was in the elevator, going down to the parking. It was 1.30 am, he stared at his wrist watch and sighed. He didn't usually work so late, but ah, when he wanted to not let irrational thoughts cloud his brain, he did. Which was... everyday. Last six years have been laborious. But the fruit of it was sweet and Liam savored every bit of it. His pictures in magazines and name on television satisfied him. His sleepless nights were not going in vain. That's all that mattered. Liam gawked at the message throughout his journey down to the car parking. He wanted to perceive who it could be before sending a response. He couldn't recognize the number, so he defeatedly texted back, since he had no energy to guess any longer, "Who is this?" An instant reply came. "Hii, it's Arya." His eyebrows joined his forehead as he raised them in amazement. 'Arya, that's... that's the nickname I gave her.' Lia
11. His bride resembles his ex-girlfriend!? "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorryyyyyyyy." A smile covered his lips. This reply was hardly expected. But this girl herself was a package of surprises. "I'm so sorry, Liam. I came but I couldn't find you... my phone was dead too so I couldn't text you either... sorry!" Liam calmed down. This was okay as it was an honest mistake. Perhaps they could reschedule. He thought as he stared at her status 'typing...' eagerly waiting to see what else she had to say. "I looked everywhere in the cafe then gave up. I hope it's not offensive enough to call off our meeting? Please forgive me. I truly didn't mean to offend you. I am… sorry." he can imagine her dropping her head in despair. Liam's mind automatically drifted back to the mysterious lady in the cafe, and he immediately asked her, "What were you wearing?" Her reply came quickly, "A red crop top with black denims and black pencil heels." Before Liam could calm his mind down, he messag
12. Can't see her face for he was busy staring at her tempting figure The next day, Liam told Allister about his phone conversation with Arya, and how he wanted to marry her. Allister broke into an excited smirk upon hearing this. "Well Liam, Arya is really a nice girl. I've met her myself," he assured Liam. "Trust me she will keep you very very very happy. You won't be able to ask for better... she's perfect for you, bro." Liam smiled positively at his friend, happy to hear good things about Arya. Yet, somewhere in his chest, something tightened— like lost love. "I still don't know what she looks like Allister." He confessed. "But she has a really nice figure." Liam could only recall what she looked like from the back. That's what kept him excited. If he wanted to dig into her complete history, he wouldn't have liked to play this way. This was fun. Not to forget the photographs. They were in his bedroom in the drawer of his bedside table. If he desired, he could have asked Al
13. Running into each other after 6 years "I'm exhausted!" Liam muttered as he exited yet another expensive shop. He walked in and out of many stores, not sure of what to buy for Arya. He didn't know what Arya liked or disliked, he didn't know her hobbies, her passions... he didn't know anything about her at all. She was a woman who suddenly became compatible and he was falling for her— his mysterious lady. Perhaps the rush to get married wasn't such a good idea. But Liam knew that he shouldn't have thought like that, especially since both of them had already agreed to get married. Liam knew that the one look at her back was enough to send electricity down his spine... and that her figure sent a current of desires down his groin. She felt too close. Too desirable. Too exotic, and a possession he can't wait to get his brand name on and take under his arm. She felt like a touch which gets comforting, so warm, so familiar... like a faded memory from the past. Except Liam didn't k