ANNEA Week LaterI listened and watched in disgust as Lucas ranted all over the place, yelling at the cops over the phone for their inability to find Arianna and Simon.It has been a week since she got missing and Lucas will not let anyone hear the end of it. He is always on his toes, calling the cops every now and then to get the latest info concerning Arianna's and her son disappearance. The police station is more or less his second home now and it pissess me off every fucking time. Why will Arianna not let me breathe properly in this house?!Even now that she ain't here, she still has my good for nothing husband in her captive, twirling him like a puppet.If not for the wealth, fame and recognition I get as being the daughter inlaw and wife of this family, I swear on everything I believe in, I would have left Lucas a long time ago.He is such a sorry ass of a man. All these gives me more resolve to end that lousy bitch and her fucking son. Hiring goons to kidnap them was literall
Rose sat in her room patiently in expectant of a call.She just knew her guts were right and Anne had proved her true. Yes, she still did not love Arianna that much to call her a friend but after all her tireless efforts to get her mother recovering again, this was the least she could do. Once in a while, she would glance down at her phone screen expecting to see Ian's caller Id pop up.She had tried calling him throughout yesterday but he was not reachable. She had to resort to texting him about the shocking information she had gotten from Anne. Ian did reply her text late at night. He apologised for not answering her calls as he had a very busy day and he promised to call her back the next morning which was what she was waiting for.Anne was clearly now more dangerous and cunny than Rose could ever imagine.Kidnapping Arianna was one thing but also kidnapping her little son? That was totally extreme.And time was running out fast. Anne was murderous at this point and Rose knew it
ARIANNAI never for once imagined I'd be delighted to see the home of the Hiltons ever again.I watched with relief as the broad gates of the mansion parted for Ian to drive in with I and Simon. Lucas and Rose followed us behind which gave me a sense of security and peace. Honestly I still felt alot traumatized and frightened. Even when Ian was still driving on the high way, I was always on the edge. My eyes would glance at everyone we passed in fear. I can't imagine the traumatic effects this would have on Simon. When I came back to America after six years, I never expected that this was what laid in store for me.From running into Lucas and Anne, to coming to work for them again, dealing with Anne's overbearing attitude and her schemes, finding out about the truth of her unborn baby and almost getting killed for it. Truly fate had outdone itself in this one.Ian drove his car into the parking area and came down to open up for I and Simon. It was already dusk by the time we ar
ARIANNASIX MONTHS LATER "I'd be donating a sum of five million dollars to this foundation as my own way of empowering women to become stronger, more independent, more resilient in the face of challenges because....."I had barely even completed my speech on the stage when a wave of ovation took the air.Every one was cheering for me, calling my name and the cameras were flashing at I and Simon's direction.I stared down at Simon who seemed enthralled by the various lights flashing at him. I waited for the applaud to die down before I began speaking again."I had never things easy for me when growing up. And I know it's not easy for you all out there too, struggling in the face of economic challenges, marital issues, personal challenges and the likes but I do not want you to ever give up. Yes this is for all of you..." the ovation swept the air once more but I still kept on speaking."Don't ever give up. Because when life throws you lemons, you know what you do with it? You make fuc
ARIANNAThe blaring sound of the car horn shot through my ears in an instant. Quickly, I stood up from the bed in a bid to arrange the bed and dress the duvet properly.My heart thumped immensely within me and my regular anxiety began spreading through out my body once more. One would be wondering why I had become so tensed just by the sound of a car horn. Well any normal married woman in my shoes would be happy knowing that her husband was back home after his daily activities but not me.His mere name ignited fear in me and him being around caused me immeasurable pain and discomfort. I was married to the Business tycoon, Lucas Hilton. He was the CEO of "RED", a multimillion dollar wine company which had sales all around the world.Any woman would have loved to be known as the wife of Lucas Hilton. He commanded power, wealth and authority any where he went.But my marriage to this man was not the rainbows and roses that I pictured.He was initially engaged to Sabrina Riss, an inter
ARIANNA I rolled over to the other side of the bed with my eyes still shut, expecting to meet with the warm body of the man whom I called my husband. But unfortunately it was cold. As cold as ice. As if nobody had ever, ever laid on that part of the bed before. Wanting to not believe my guts, I used a hand and tapped on the side but I was only met with an empty bed space. The reality caused me to fly my eyes open, my chest heaving.Slowly I sat up, my eyes now darting to where Lucas would have laid on if he did spend the entire night with me. It was empty as expected. I stared at it in a daze, expecting Lucas to magically appear out of thin air on the bed but it was all just in my head. I thought it was a very horrible nightmare but this was my reality.Sadness washed upon my face and I snivelled, trying so hard to not even shed a drop of tear. I stood up dejectedly and walked into the spacious shower room. I needed to clear my head and a hot shower would probably do that. Pon
ARIANNAI sat on my matrimonial bed, my body was stiff as hell and my blood ran cold.Momentarily, I would shiver as a result of the chilly wind which seeped its way in through the partially thrown apart curtains.The lacy night gown I wore did justice in exposing a mild part of my bossomsMy hands would nervously trail to drag a part of the gown up to cover up my bossoms time and time again.My mum had picked it for me earlier when I went to my parents house. In her words, she said that I needed to look so sexy and alluring for my husband. I did not want to put this on but mum had insisted saying it will make Lucas realise what he was missing by not treating me well as his wife.I still could not believe what my married life had turned to.I never imagined to be married to a man who completely detests me and loathes me.He did not even have the decency to spend the entire night with me the last time we got intimate. It felt like a taboo to him.I had a feeling there was another woma
ARIANNA Marriage they say is the union of two souls, who would then become one.It was even orchestrated by God; a three fold cord with God as a witness with the numerous vows the husband would make to his wife and vice versa. If I remembered clearly, on the day of my marriage, Lucas vowed to always love me in every way irrespective of the trials we might face. He promised to also accord me with all the respect a husband would give to his wife.I was clearly overjoyed honestly. I thought we could build a family and those vows we took would keep us everlastingly tied to each other but I was such a big fool. Lucas shattered every ounce of hope I had in me that very day when he revealed how he truly felt about me.To him, I was nothing but a gold digger and a beggar.Well all that happened two years ago.And ever since then, we related like strangers in our own house. A lone tear slipped down my cheek as I reminisced about my past.I quickly cleaned it with the back of my palms