Chapter 11

ARIANA’S POV

I watched as Robert’s face fell flat. I was certainly not done torturing him. He had to pay for all the pain I felt.

“Is that necessary?” rob asked, his voice almost a whisper.

“I’m afraid so, Rob. I’ll be moving to one of my father’s penthouse in the city. Don’t bother to visit. Besides tomorrow I’ll be going to France for a business trip”.

I watched as Rob fidgeted in his chair. “Okay Ariana, but what about the ball?”

“You really think I want to attend a ball organized in Emily’s honor? Oh please! I think it’s time for you to go.”

Later that day, I called Joshua on the phone. After we found that we had a lot to talk about, he gave me his number.

We agreed to meet in a restaurant in the suburbs as that was where he lived, plus it promised privacy away from the elites.

I left the office that day, switching my stilettos for loafers and putting on a face cap and dark sunglasses to serve as a form of disguise.

I was able to find the restaurant that Josh had described and on