My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

At the hospital.

I laid on the hospital bed. After Hendrix had left, Aaron came over and held my hand. "Getting smarter, aren't you? Setting yourself as bait to catch Calvin, are you trying to cut short your own life?"

With a faint smile, I lifted my hand that was wrapped up in bandages, and said, "It's just some scratches. After all, the goal had been achieved, am I right?"

He smirked. "If Uncle Charles and I weren't in Ucrebury, how did you plan to save yourself? Without any power, do you think that Calvin would be afraid of your husband who is only a businessman?" I shrugged. "Aren't all of you here? I won't even dare to take such a risk if you guys weren't here with me."

I paused and asked, "What will happen to Calvin now?"

Aaron then told me, "He would either be sentenced to the death penalty or prison for life. He's bearing the loss of a few people's lives. Previously, when he was in Ucrebury, he had Arnold behind his back to protect him.

Now that Uncle Charles intervened in this matter, he has reported all of Calvin's wrongdoings. Arnold probably won't be able to get away so easily. Uncle Charles had a chance to hold a rein on the Moore family because of your move."

in and out of their accounts. If they were to dig in further, I was pretty sure that all of their dirty work would be uncovered. By that time, Valerie would have no choice but to leave the Moore family. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

for a long while

just the beginning. There's still a

checking on some things in Ucrebury. I knew about Charles' packed schedule just before I agreed to meet

and had no time, so I

for years. She probably never thought of making him rot for the rest of his life or

was trying to dig a hole for myself as once he was a free man, I knew that he would

spare Calvin a chance. With Charles intervening in this matter,

a little frightened over what had happened. Not long after Aaron left, I slept and I groggily felt that there was someone by my

saw that Hendrix was next to me. His head was lowered, his eyes focused on me and his face was void of any expression. The lights in the room were dimmed.

not speak. I knew it in my heart that he was angry. He had not spoken a word all the way to the hospital from the hotel. The only time he did was when he asked the doctor to check