My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Nothing. I just feel that you can be indecisive at times. Some people are just too loathsome, so much so that they should not exist in the first place."

"Are you responsible for what happened to Sierra?" I uttered the words that had been gnawing at the back of my mind.

Stubbing out the cigarette butt, he said nonchalantly, "She asked for it!"

"Irvin!" My body stiffened as if being frozen in a block of ice.

How did he become this person?

He said, looking seemingly unperturbed, "Her existence is worthless. To continue to live is to be a burden to others."

I landed a slap square across his face. My palm felt numb from the pain.

The man got out of the car with lightning speed and stood before me to stop me from harming Irvin.

me as the blood spilt from the corner of his lip. He wiped the bloodstain off of his lip, looking undignified

and asked, "Feeling sorry for her? Or were

taking a few steps backward. "Irvin, you'd better not cross the line," I spat. S~ᴇaʀᴄh

cold smile nonchalantly. "And where's Hendrix Roberts' line? Do you really think he's that gentle and tolerant?

a dismal tone, he muttered, "He's way more insidious than I am. Arianna, there's always more to someone than

pangs of ache in my heart from all the feelings I had bottled up. Fortunately, he did not trail

the villa, Hendrix was not around. I curled

been swamped with work recently, so much so that his hectic schedule was up to his neck. At times, he even

busy and that

things still

to go to Jarold University for a lecture the next day. When I woke up, I caught sight of a dense crowd

media were unaware of this property that Hendrix owned as he was discreet about it. There was only a handful of people who knew

the crowd suddenly appearing like this, it

the time, the reporters would get in touch with me only when they knew something newsworthy. I picked up