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.

spilt from the corner of his lip. He wiped

and asked, "Feeling sorry for her?

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

"And where's Hendrix Roberts' line? Do you really think he's that gentle and tolerant? Have you ever seen how he forced his competitors

to me. In a muted voice coupled with a dismal tone, he muttered, "He's way more insidious than I am. Arianna, there's always more to someone than meets the eye." "Enough!" I

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

to the villa, Hendrix was not around. I curled up in

recently, so much so that his hectic schedule was up to his neck. At times, he even had to work until the wee

wasn't bored knowing that he was busy and that I had personal matters

things still came as a

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

of this property that Hendrix owned as he was discreet about it. There was only a handful of

like this, it

reporters would get in touch with me only when they knew something newsworthy. I picked up my phone