All Chapters of A love unscripted : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Connel Wilder," he replies,his voice low and smooth like silk gliding over through skin as he gazes directly into her eyes. He resumed eating, seemingly expecting her to figure everything out on her own.Ariel stared at him in disbelief. "Why do you keep staring?" Connel asked, setting his cutlery down.I don't know who you are, where I am or why I'm here," Ariel said, frustration creeping into her voice. "You don't expect me to eat food without knowing where it came from,do you?"Connel's expression turned rude. "It came from the kitchen. If you want answers, keep quiet and eat. We will talk when you are done."He picked up his cutlery and cConnel's eating. Ariel pushes her chair back and runs out of the dining hall."Should we go after her?" Watson asked."Leave her," Connel replied, continuing to eat. "She'll be back."A few minutes later, heavily built guards carried Ariel back into the dining hall and dropped her into her seat."No matter how many times you run, you'll always co

Back at the mansion, Connel knocked on Ariel's door but there was no response. He knocked again and still there was no answer. He waited for a moment wondering if she was ignoring him or if she was simply not in her room. Just when he was about to leave, he decided to enter the room. Connel entered the room but no one was there, not even a shadow. But as he scanned the room, he realized that she was nowhere to be found. He was about to leave when he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.Ariel came out of the bathroom with a robe wrapped around her, her wet hair dripping to the floor. Connel's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight of her. He couldn't help but stare, his eyes fixed on her dripping hair and the way the robe clung to her body.Ariel broke the silence, her voice husky from the shower. "What?" She asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in connel's expression."You're dripping water all over my floor," Connel said, his voice low and smooth. "That'

The next morning, Ariel woke up to an unsettling silence. There was no knock on her door, no breakfast plans, no sign of life anywhere in the mansion. The stillness was oppressive, like a heavy blanket had been draped over the entire estate. She lay in bed for a moment, listening to the quiet, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. As she finally threw off the covers and got out of bed, Ariel walked over to the window and pushed the curtains aside. A grey mist hung over the grounds shrouding everything in a damp fog. The mist seemed to cling to the trees and bushes, making them appear twisted and foreboding. Ariel felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed out at the mist- shrouded landscape.Her eyes wandered to the guest house. From her window, she could see the guest house nestled at the far end of the property. It was quiet, but not empty. She could sense that someone was inside, and she knew that someone was Tori. Tori was still here, somet

The day blended into night with little ceremony. Ariel barely spoke at dinner, Connel on the other hand barely looked her way. And when the silence grew too loud, she slipped away to her room, alone with her thoughts.Down the hall, a different kind of silence unfolded.Connel sat in his house office, the scent of aged oak leather lingering in the air, the dim lights casting long shadows across the bookshelves. The glass of untouched whiskey reflected the soft amber of the firelight, stillness wrapped around him like a cloak. Outside the mist thickened into rain, soft at first then persistent tapping the windows like fingers trying to get in. He didn't blink, his gaze was fixed on the flames in the hearth but his mind had wandered miles and years away.Three years ago in Vienna.The world outside the penthouse was a postcard, all snow draped buildings and shimmering lights. The snow fell silently outside the high-rise window, blanketing Vienna in a peaceful white, but Inside the air c

Connel had gone away for a business trip and Tori had reappeared like she never left giving Ariel something to worry about.That night, Ariel returned to her room after a walk with Watson. The comfort she felt earlier had disappeared like vapor as she looked at the state of her room,closet torn apart, clothes off their hangers, shoes mismatched. A note sat on top of the pile in Tori's handwriting: “Even your thoughts aren't yours anymore.”Ariel backed away, breath shallow. Her fingers trembled as she closed the door, locking it behind her. She didn't sleep that night - how could she? Every creak in the floorboards made her heart leap. Every shadow under the door felt like Tori breathing in her ear.By morning, her body had given up on rest, her head throbbed, eyes heavy with exhaustion. She could barely keep the spoon from shaking in her hand.“Didn't sleep again?” Tori said sweetly, sipping orange juice. “You Should take melatonin or a stronger sedative.”Ariel didn't respond.But by