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 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.
I can’t get it out of my head.It had been two days since he left, yet I couldn’t stop replaying it—the steamy kiss we had shared before his departure. The kisses had been getting more frequent, more intense, more deliberate. He was planting dangerous thoughts in my head, and he knew it.“Ahhh!” I screamed in frustration, pacing the length of my bedroom.How could this be?He did it on purpose. There was absolutely no way I was calling him. The phone he had placed in my hand was some sort of advanced technology—encrypted, secure, filled with features I barely understood. And it had only one saved contact.His.As for his so-called surprise, it had been an envelope. Inside were pictures of my sister in a rather unexpected setting—compromising enough to raise questions, but not enough to destroy her outright. I concluded it was either a weapon against them or a bargaining chip to get what he wanted. Honestly, where was the fun in choosing one? With careful planning, I could get both.I
Waltzing down the grand staircase in an unlikely, almost dramatic fashion, Arianna held the banister as though she were descending into a ballroom instead of her own living room. The maid walking a few steps behind her struggled to suppress her laughter, clearly amused by her mistress’s playful elegance.At the foot of the stairs, Arianna came face to face with her brand-new husband. Aiden stood tall and composed, his presence nearly swallowing the space around him. He was dressed, as always, in his preferred fashion—a perfectly tailored black suit paired with a crisp white shirt and a black tie. Not a single shade of color dared interrupt his dark ensemble.Well, he definitely had something against colors, she was convinced.“Are you leaving now?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as she studied him.“Yes. I’ll be gone for a week or so.” Aiden replied calmly. “Everything you need is in the house, and if there’s anything not to your liking, you may change it. I’ve assigned a car an
The car door could not open fast enough.Arianna stepped out, her eyes shining, her smile wide and unrestrained—like a twelve-year-old on Christmas morning. The grand house before her stood tall and elegant, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun.She was completely captivated.So captivated, in fact, that she momentarily forgot the presence of her newly wedded husband standing beside her.Aiden watched her quietly, his hands tucked into his pockets, a faint smile curving his lips. Her reaction pleased him more than he cared to admit.Unknown to Arianna, after their night together, he had ordered this entire place renovated. Every room. Every detail. Every touch of elegance had been chosen with her in mind, long before she had agreed to marry him.Just beside the entrance, the staff stood neatly arranged in two straight lines, uniforms crisp and immaculate.The moment Arianna reached the doorway, they bowed slightly.“Welcome, ma’am. Congratulations on your marriage.”The maids,
Silence followed their departure from the courthouse. Each was clearly engrossed in private thoughts, wondering what this sudden, contractual union truly meant. The late afternoon sun cast their shadows across the pavement, stretching their figures into unfamiliar shapes—two strangers now bound together by law.Aiden’s POVI had no idea what conversation to pursue with her. My emotions were all over the place. Even though this marriage was purely contractual, I was feeling something disturbingly strong for the beautiful, petite girl walking beside me. The irony of it all was almost laughable.I had spent most of my adult life avoiding women. Partly by choice, partly by necessity. Being around them usually ended in discomfort—sometimes worse. I could not touch one without breaking out in hives, my body reacting as though intimacy itself were a threat. It had been easier to focus on work, on business, on control.But with Arianna, things were… different.Testing the theory more than onc
The Next Morning Arianna woke up bright and early, just before the birds began chirping outside the house. Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, brushing her face as she sat up in bed. A quiet hum escaped her lips—her favorite tune—one she hadn’t sung freely in a very long time. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and moved to the rhythm, almost dancing as she crossed the room, her steps light and unburdened. She was unusually cheerful this morning, and that alone felt like a miracle. For months—no, years—fear had been her constant companion. Fear of harsh words, of cruel glances, of punishments disguised as discipline. Though she wasn’t completely free from her stepmother’s grasp yet, this morning offered her something precious: a few stolen seconds of peace. For the first time in a long while, she could breathe without her chest tightening in dread. She ate her breakfast quickly, not because she was in a hurry, but because excitement made it impossible to sit







