LOGINSeconds tickled while Arianna fought hard for a rebuttal, she just couldn't come up with less condescending words her stepmother deserved.
How unfortunate could her fate be to cross paths with such a despicable person. And to think her glamorous features was a fool proof shield, considering how blindfolded her father was. "Fight all you can while you can, seeing as you will be kicked out soon just like the filth you are" she responded hiding the rage inside of her" Her stepmother gloated. "Oh I see you can still talk, hoping to banter your way out in marriage, you must be mistaken." Her stepmother responded with spite. "It will never happen I assure you. I will rather die than accept this!!!!" Arianna stomped her feet burning with rage. "My lovely daughter it already has, you just need to see it, don't be naive my dear, simply put your energy into learning how to become a supportive wife. You see Mr Pearson is rather strict, I doubt he will be willing to accept your wild and uncouth nature, your rebuttals and saucy attitudes will not be tolerated, I made sure of it. Disgust coarsed through her entire being hearing her stepmother's endearments, what a despicable being. Under the enormous amount of makeup lies her true nature. Unlike you some people have other things to do than scheme, inform my father would you? "Putting on a weak smiled she simply informed her "I will be staying over at my friend's place for a while, kindly inform your darling husband who clearly cannot distinguish family and foe." Arianna hissed. "I don't want to be disturbed" She quickly instructed the staff and sauntered her way in to pack her belongings. Her stepmother was the most scheming and manipulative woman she has ever known, which simply means she will need more than just tricks to overthrow her. She was thrown certainly because she had changed route leaving her stupified and clueless. Her previous attack was even less devious than this. She had to stop running!!!!! The harder she responded to the witch's tricks by dodging and thwarting, the harder the witch's tricks. Not to mention her quickly advancing eighteenth birthday that she wasn't prepared for. What a day!!!!! After informing her friend of her dilemma she quickly arrived at the mall for shopping spree I'm a bid to clear her head. The audacity of that Hawking me out on the claims of marriage, knowing there's a catch. She just had to reveal it. City H mall Arianna sauntered her way in cause she had a shopping date with her friend, with the hopes of getting a dress for her eighteenth birthday. Minutes tickled by while she awaited the arrival of Chloe who was supposed to have been here minutes ago. She was started to receive malicious stares from the shop assistant making her utterly uncomfortable. She only agreed to this simply to avoid being tricked by her stepmother and her half sister. "Hello Ariana, I am truly sorry for the delay. The driver bumped into someone, no no no he almost killed someone, I freaked out and had to take them to the hospital before coming down here" She Blabbed. Why are you so gloomy? Did something happen??? What's wrong??? Chloe sputtered. Arianna responded haughtily "The shop asked me to leave and I don't want any trouble, can we just leave? There's no way am doing that. How can she do that? Is this how they they treat people here? Chloe hissed hell bent on confronting the staff. Just as she stomped into the store she collided with someone head first, losing her composure cause it hurt like hell. The next sound she heard was a shrieked from the young lady she had bumped into "Are you blind? Before she could respond the young lady had continued her rant like a maniac "that is the thing with commoners always finding it hard to remain in their rathole. Argghhhhhhhh my dress is ruined. My dad just returned from Milan with this dress exclusively made just for me, plus it costs $10,000 how are you going to pay for it?. Arianna rushed to her friend's side, panic written boldly on her face asking her a ton of questions making her almost losing what was left of her consciousness "Are u okay? are you hurt? can u speak? do we need to go to a hospital? do you have a concussion? " Wonderful, how convenience for both of you, your friend clearly attacked me and yet I do not see her apologizing rather you're fretting over her like she got her expensive dress ruined. Do you know who I am? My father would have you locked up for this just wait" The young lady spat with anger evident in her raised and icy tone. She then proceeded to make a phone obviously calling her Prominent father despite the many apologies rendered by the staff. The temperature dropped immediately as Arianna had got enough of people trifling with her this day. You're clearly a pampered and rich brat not to talk of being a daddy's girl, while I am truly sorry my friend hit you, which was clearly an accident. You don't have to be condescending and rude to us, she is clearly in pain and as for the dress it looks tacky and cheap" She uttered in one breath. Wow that felt good!!!! " What a good way to blow off some steam" she muttered to herself. The young lady stomped and shouted at the staff immediately "I want to have a word with your manager thus instant!!!!!! My father is a patron with a gold card how can be treated in this manner Arianna scoffed and supported her friend out not realizing the chaos she left behind. She carefully handed her over to her driver after making certain she wasn't having a dizzy spell. After instructing the driver, he drove off with Chloe. She felt a burning gaze on her back yet there was no one behind her. She has had this feeling since the beginning of the weekend but now she was certain. Someone was watching her!!!!!!“I said bring two of them alive, didn’t I?” I snapped at Q, my voice cutting sharply through the thick, smoke-filled air. The aftermath of the operation still lingered around us—burnt metal, shattered glass across the floors, and the faint scent of blood mixing into something almost suffocating.“Well, that was the plan,” Q replied with a careless shrug, completely unfazed. “But I couldn’t help it when he barfed all over my gear. It’s quite expensive.”I groaned loudly, pressing my fingers against my temple as a dull headache began to form. Sometimes, Q was nearly impossible to deal with. Killing a man because he ruined a set of equipment was excessive—even by our standards.My ruthlessness belonged in the business world, where decisions were calculated and consequences controlled. But Q… Q was chaos in human form. Unpredictable. Detached. Dangerous in ways that couldn’t always be justified.Letting out a slow breath, I forced myself to move on. “What about the others?”“Their bodies
Aiden's Pov In exactly five minutes, we entered our base grounds—what was left of them. Debris littered the area like scattered bones, and burnt-out buildings stood as hollow shells of what had once been state-of-the-art military facilities. Now, they were nothing but ash and ruin, silent witnesses to a calculated destruction. What had taken me over a year to build had been reduced to dust in a single day. One day. And by an organization that was nearly invisible. It was as if their entire existence depended on secrecy. Before their recent attacks on my life and operations, they had moved like ghosts—silent, precise, and utterly untraceable. They erased their tracks faster than I ever thought possible, proving that their roots ran far deeper than anyone could have imagined. The screeching of tires snapped me out of my thoughts, dragging me back to the present. We had already passed through our hidden defenses. Which meant we had just driven straight into the line of f
Aiden’s POV It had only been a few days since I left her, yet she lingered in my mind like a shadow I couldn’t outrun. Every detail of her was etched into my thoughts—her delicate, pointy nose, her smooth, almost unreal fair skin, the way her jet-black hair framed her face, and most dangerously, her smile. That smile had a way of disarming me, of making a man like me forget the chaos that surrounded his life. Damn. She was driving me insane, and for the first time in a long while, I couldn’t even deny it. The past few days had been nothing short of torture. Distance wasn’t something I handled well, not when it came to her. Every mile between us felt like a deliberate punishment, and it pushed me harder than ever to complete the objective that had brought me here. I needed this done—quickly, efficiently—so I could return to her. Upon arrival, my team received me at the airport without delay. They escorted me straight to our base, despite the fact that it had already been compromi
Arianna’s POV I paced the hallway just outside my father’s office, more loudly than I realize, my unease growing rspidly. The familiar corridor felt strange—almost foreign—like a place I had once belonged to but no longer recognized. The dull, monotone colors that once defined my father’s workspace were gone. Now, bright colors splashed across the walls, furniture, and even the curtains. It felt… wrong.I wasn't being quick to judge, it was simply a fact, her dedication to bright colour was insatiable, always hungry like a vampire draining blood from its victims. This was definitely my stepmother's doing!!! I hadn’t been here in years, but this? Definitely not my father's office. It looked more like a daycare than the headquarters of a powerful enterprise. “Arghhhh, this woman!” I groaned under my breath, dragging a hand down my face in frustration. Without realizing it, I had begun speaking out loud. “Well… I guess I could try something,” I muttered, tapping my chin. “Take a
Arianna’s POV “Leave this house immediately before I throw you out myself!” My stepmother’s booming voice rang across the courtyard so loudly that the birds perched on the tree scattered into the sky. Strangely, her shouting barely affected me anymore. Instead of fear, it sounded like the irritating buzz of a a housefly in my ears—loud, persistent, yet meaningless. I folded my arms across my chest, standing as straight and composed as I could manage. “Why do you think you can throw me out of my father’s house?” I asked calmly, tilting my head slightly. “Are you drunk?” My words hung in the air like sparks waiting to ignite something explosive. Her eyes narrowed instantly. “Well,” I continued lazily, brushing imaginary dust off my polished nails, “I guess we are past the pretenses now… considering how bold you were sending those disgusting men after me.” The reaction was immediate. Her face drained of color so quickly it almost fascinated me. Fear flashed across her features
I spent the entire school day receiving stares and glares from almost every student. I suppose that made me somewhat famous.Chloe found it endlessly amusing. The same girls who had once taunted and bullied me now seemed almost frightened, probably because their precious boyfriends could not stop staring in my direction. They sat in their usual clusters of three, surrounded by their loyal minions, whispering and eyeing me bitterly. From the venom in their expressions, one would think they were plotting to disfigure my newly appreciated face.“Well, well, if it isn’t the famous Arianna Young. We are humbled by your presence today,” one of them, Hayley, finally said, not bothering to conceal her contempt.Annabel, the self-proclaimed queen and leader of the cheerleading team, rose gracefully to back her partner in crime. “I guess she forgot her place simply because she had one night of fame,” she added mockingly, folding her arms across her chest.I did not dignify them with a response.
Arianna POVI was shocked when the maid informed me of his visit to the house. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at her like she had spoken in a foreign language. Why was he here? Maybe he came to talk about the marriage…He really didn’t have to come here though, not like this. Now Chloe’s
Aiden’s POV All night I turned and turned, unable to sleep, wondering how Arianna was feeling, if she had slept at all. The distance between us felt unbearable. Being away from her for too long drove me restless, my mind replaying her face over and over again until dawn threatened the horizon. Th
Mrs Young could only sit down grimly on her gold cushion, her stiff posture betraying the storm raging within her. Over and over again, she replayed the night’s events in her heart, each memory cutting deeper than the last. The laughter, the gasps, the stinging humiliation—it all refused to fade. Ev
Third POVMrs. Young’s grit and disgust were now expertly concealed beneath her grotesque expression. How dare they slap her repeatedly in public, as though she were nothing more than a common street woman. Every sting against her cheek echoed like an insult carved into her pride. It utterly defeat







