Novel & Cerita Arianna Westwood

ARIANA My name is Ariana Winslow, and I am 23 years old. I live with my three brothers, Matthew, Ethan, and Gabriel. Our dad passed away in a car accident while rushing to the hospital from work to see my mother, who was about to give birth to me. My mother was determined not to give birth before my dad arrived. Because of the complications, the doctors had to perform a c-section to deliver me. The next day, when my mother received the news of her husband's death, she left the hospital and has been missing ever since. No one knows where she went.

He tugged the brim of his cap lower, adjusted the collar of his black leather jacket, and scanned the crowd through darkened lenses. "Westbrook's girl just arrived," said Kellan through the earpiece. "She’s wearing red. Alone. Upper balcony, Liam didn’t respond. He already spotted her. Ariana Westbrook. She swayed with a reckless grace—long legs, fiery curls bouncing, eyes half-closed as if the world didn't matter. The spoiled heiress was everything her father warned him about. Unpredictable. Wild. A ticking time bomb waiting to detonate the Westbrook legacy.

"Brielle, grab your backpack." "Got it!" she chirps, running over to hug me before they go. "Bye, Anna!" "Bye, Bree," I say, forcing a smile. Zayne gives me one last brief and unreadable glance before they leave. The front door shuts behind them, and the silence that follows is deafening. I exhale slowly, slumping into the nearest chair, dragging both hands down my face. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm Aurianna Astranova. O.A.S.I.S. top agent. The Siren. I've seduced arms dealers and lied to diplomats with a straight face. But one stupid, accidentally-naked billionaire has me short-circuiting like a teenage girl.

There’s an aperture leading towards the shower stall and an empty room equipped with mirrors and racks for them to place their clothes. She quickly says after glancing over her shoulder, “I have no idea what to pack for my honeymoon with Williams. You’re fashionable. What do you recommend?” Antonio eyes her suspiciously. “I doubt you’ll need help seducing him with where you’re heading right now.” Ariana checks her reflection out for the first time tonight and can’t help but agree that the oversized, open-collared button-down cinching her waist definitely does a number on her. Especially the nude shorts stopping right at her inner thighs, showcasing every hard-earned muscle she’s gained durin

“ I think our current meeting is enough time to create an impression of yours . “ said madam Ariana with a displeased expression . “ Madam Ariana , I am not sure if there is a misunderstanding between us . “ said Ayla but madam Ariana stopped her . “ There is no misunderstanding between us . You simply do not fit my son . You are a simple girl who is just after his riches and ready to switch to someone more powerful when you get the chance . Girls like you , I know them well . I never expected that my son would be so blind to the point of marrying a gold digger . He has always been very playful and careful . This is just unbelievable . “ said madam Ariana with an annoyed look . Ayla couldn’t

A girl muttered after Brooklyn left the class. "Hey you, newbie" Barbie said as she-cat walked with her minions, Mia and Ava towards Ariana's seat. "Who the fuck are you?" Ava asked as she eyed her. "Ariana Stuart" Ariana replied staring at Ava with a confused gaze. "Not that newbie, I mean your father's net worth, his company and your net worth?". Mia said rudely. "Oh that, my father doesn't have a job and I work at a restaurant" Ariana replied innocently.

Nicholas turned his face slowly to Ariana, who was having a confused look on her face. “Nicholas, what's wrong?” She asked softly, though her heart had already started beating fast. Nicholas handed the phone to her and Ariana nearly break her glass. “TODAY'S HEADLINES… MISS ARIANA MCCARTHY, THE NEW FASHION DESIGNER, RECEIVED AN AWARD FOR THE BEST DESIGNER OF THE YEAR” Ariana felt like her whole body was radiating from anger. How can Aria receive an award of the year when she left the country barely eight months ago?

The area was a bit dark exactly the same way she had wanted it. Arianna kicked off her soft slide, she pulled off the robe over her head and carefully she set it at the side of the pool. The bikini she wore fitted her perfectly and it exposed more of her sculpted figure and dazzling complexion. She sat at the edge and put one leg into the pool and it sent shivers throughout her body. Her eyes surveyed the still water, as she remembered one of her wishes to buy a mansion with a pool when she was a little girl. Arianna enjoyed swimming a lot. As the CEO of one of the best textile companies in America and the only heiress of Mr Collins and Mrs Janet Smith, she has been able to fulfill almost al

“Hi! Arya, how’s it doing?” Arya is her younger sister, who’s married to Devon Brookes, one of the wealthiest CEOs in New York and they have a three and a half year old daughter Vera. I can’t look at the screen of the video call but I imagine that Arya is smiling and waving too. “Hi! Running the design brand has been hectic. Thank goodness Wanda runs it with me. Anyways, I was just having some alone time with Vera and thought to call you so you can say hi.”

“Pay no attention to her; she just wants to chase clout to fit in with the popular crowd, nothing else.” “But that is clearly not happening," a voice said behind them as they turned to see who that was. “ I’m sorry for startling you. I’m Tia, Tia Williams," the pretty girl introduced. ~ ~ ~ “ You lost that right, Zac; the fact that I’ve been patient enough to listen to your crap doesn’t give you the effort to talk down on me,” Aly added, cutting him off. She had gone to the shop to grab some snacks for herself when she bumped into Zac.