“What's wrong?” asks Ayden worriedly.“Nothing, nothing, everything is fine.” He looks at his new pulse watch and notices the time. “We can go now, I'm a little tired.”“It's okay Arya, but if there was something that made you angry, just say so,” he warns. “I'm not a fortune-teller, and if you don't tell me what upset you, I won't be able to help you at all.”Arya, reluctant to speak, decides to keep quiet, for her own and the family's sake.Ayden drives carefully until they reach his house, once there each one retires to their rooms without saying a word to each other. He suspects that something happened, but does not demand more because today has been a very heavy day, and they are both tired. The young woman, for her part, decides to prepare everything to go to work the next day, she is excited to be able to do her internship in one of the best hospitals in New York.“Who knew that after all the bad, at least something good happened,” Arya reasons in the darkness of her room.The n
Arya walks to where the parking lot is supposed to be, annoyed.“I came with one of my drivers,” she explains, pointing to an SUV. “And I don't have to walk around controlling anything, you're the one who should be on the phone, not me.”Ayden walks to his sling and opens the door, waiting for Arya to retrace her steps to leave. However, a car parks right in front of the slingshot and the driver opens the door for him.“Can I give you a ride?” asks Mark.Arya walks quickly to him and climbs in, closing the door quickly.Mark locks the door and starts the car immediately.“I saw you argued,” warns Ayden's brother. “That's why I came over, I thought you needed help.”“Thanks, it's really not an argument.” The ringing of her phone starts to ring. “He's just upset because I didn't answer all day, he should get used to it, since I have to do the internship.”Mark lets out a loud laugh at his only brother's expense, Arya doesn't like that, a shiver runs down her spine as she hears him enjoy
Arya finally falls asleep, Ayden decides not to leave her side, as he is worried about her. Instead, he lies down on the couch that lies by the window.When he wakes up, she lies watching him with eyes swollen from crying.“Have you been able to get any rest?” she asks.Ayden sits up, trying to wake up a little.“No more than you, I think. I was left worried about you” he clarifies, standing up to stretch. “I'd like you to tell me what's been going on, you've been absent for a couple of days. I know something is up, but like I told you…”“I'm not a fortune-teller” completes his sentence, making her smile. “I'll tell you, but promise you won't get mad.”Ayden is already frowning, and Arya knows that's not a good sign.“I haven't told you yet, and you're already getting angry” she warns, pointing to the lines between his eyebrows.“Sorry, it's a habit of mine.&r
When he boards in the back, he looks at her judiciously.“If you keep up that behavior, I'm sure by the end of this contract I'll be full of gray hair and will have aged twenty years, at least,” he remarks sarcastically.Arya, in no mood to argue, ignores him and fixes her eyes on the front, she tries not to cry and succeeds.When she arrives at the clinic she just gets out, the car stops, she doesn't say goodbye or anything, she walks angrily inside.Ayden watches her, but does not go after her.“Let's go, at least I'll rest three days from your dramas,” she says to the driver and he laughs.After blurting that out he regrets it, for he actually feels sorry for the young woman, being so talented and not having the support of her family, living in the situation she was living in must have been very painful for her.“It's business, Ayden, it's business. Don't get attached, she'll go away like they all go away” he reminds himself.☆゚・*:.˛˚ღღ゚~εïз~ ღღ゚・*:。.。.・*.☆Mark watched Arya from a
Arya had gone back to the hospital every day without speaking to any of the staff, not even John, the driver. Mark tried to approach her, but work was so busy that it was impossible.The young woman was grateful for that; she wanted to avoid talking to anyone. She felt discouraged, devastated and demoralized. During those days, she barely ate anything. She stopped answering Ayden and forwarded her calls to her mailbox.Ayden wanted to get in touch with her, she thought about talking to her through Mark, asking him to put her through, but that was grounds for them to have to talk, and she didn't want that. She feared that her brother would cajole her and turn her against him.By the third day, Arya was resigned to the fact that she was going to have to face him. When John arrived, she almost expected him to get off to scold her, but he didn't.“Good evening, miss,” greets the chauffeur, as he does every day.“Good evening, John,” she replies, trying to force a smile, but it doesn't rea
When she gets to the apartment, the phone keeps ringing. Fed up with it, she angrily answers.“Now what the hell do you want!” she asks without looking at the calling number.“Hey sis…”“Jeff…” she mumbles, plopping down on the couch.“I'm just talking to you for two things, the first, to thank you for the financial services you've provided me” he says sarcastically and mockingly. “My girlfriend is deeply grateful that you cared about us. But guess what…”Arya feels a lump in her throat, sets the phone down in front of her on the coffee table and activates the speakerphone.“Now what happened?” she asks her brother as she puts her hands on her head in despair.“My imaginary girlfriend had a miscarriage and I occupy another twenty… stop it already; otherwise you know I'll talk to mom telling her you didn't pay me, and you still owe me.”“How is it possible that you have such a cold heart, what did I do to you to make you treat me like this?” she inquires in despair.“Ask your father, b
Ayden hunted down Arya's brother, well, not literally, but he sent for him. He was not a generally violet person, but the brother of Arya, the mother of his son, was a pain in the ass that had to be removed.He didn't plan to end her life, but to give her a dressing down in such a way that he would never bother her again.“Sir, Emory, the package has arrived in hold three,” John Burwell advises his boss, who is sitting in the back of the SUV.“Okay, take me there.” he asks and the other obeys.Upon arrival, Jeff is surprised to see him alone, he was afraid it was a trap.“Hello, hello, Mr. almighty!” greets Jeff arrogantly to Ayden. “And my little sister? I thought she'd come to see me and say hello.”Ayden, who has dedicated herself not only to working on her musculature, but also, the art of meditation—although the latter doesn't help her much when it comes to her sister – also jiujitsu. He breathes patiently so as not to hit him at the drop of a hat.“You see, Jeff, here's the thin
“Look, at least we'll have that in common,” Arya comments innocently.Ayden doesn't know what she's referring to, but doesn't take much notice.“And the baby, I mean, will have my genes after all,” she clarifies commenting again, this earns her a stern look from Ayden. “I know, I know, I'll disappear from their lives, but have you ever thought that it really isn't so?”“What do you mean, are you trying to blackmail me?” she asks casually.But Arya is in such a good mood that she doesn't care.“Of course not, you want me to disappear, but really every time you see your son, you'll see me.” she points out, making Ayden look at her curiously.“I hadn't thought of that…”“See, and if he turns out just as smart as me, maybe you'll get to have an Einstein in the house,” she says smiling.Ayden looks at her curiously.“She looks so young, so happy and smiling” he muses.“Then that's good,” he assures her. “Why, besides smart, she's sure to be handsome or beautiful like you.”Arya feels her c