My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

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After I graduated from college, Hendrix and I got married with Dalton's approval.

In a few sentences, I concluded my past for the twenty-something years in my life. And among those, Aaron was the darkest and most traumatized piece of memory that I could never get rid of.

I hated Aaron, and I would never want to spend even a second with him. I walked away and passed by him, but he suddenly pulled me into his embrace from behind.

"Arianna, now that I've returned, nothing would make me leave again!" he said.

I struggled, but I still couldn't get out of his hold. I frowned and said to him, "Aaron, I don't want to see you. You should already know that the moment you appeared!"

"It's okay. We can take things slowly," he turned me around and looked me in the eyes as he said, "I can give you anything you want."

"Then can you give me back the lives of the Caulfield family?" I asked, "I would have already forgotten about that day if you never showed up. But you just had to. And now that I have recalled everything, I can' promise that I will keep my mouth shut."

with his usual cold tone, "What use does it have if you told the police now? Their bodies were cremated, the police will never

killed her parents!" I was carried away by my emotions, "Aaron, deep down, you know that it's not their fault. Don't you feel guilty in the past few years?" "Guilty?" He sneered,

ruined my family. Why should

stubborn Aaron could be. He would never listen to others because,

away from me. However, the physiological difference in our genders kept me

a sudden screech of brakes. I was about to turn around,

was pulled into another embrace as Aaron

saw that it was Hendrix. I frowned, thinking that what he was doing here when he should be at the

was punched in the face, the edge of his mouth bleeding as he straightened his posture.

He let go of me, and I shivered at how cold he

build. If they were to fight each other, neither of them would

asked as he walked up to me. I saw him looking at Aaron, but as

ready to launch an attack anytime. "It was a long time ago," I paused, "Is there any way to stop these