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.

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

asked, "Feeling sorry for her? Or were you disappointed

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nonchalantly. "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 a

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

bottled up. Fortunately, he did not trail after me. I heaved a sigh of

not around. I curled up in

so that his hectic schedule was up to

he was busy and that

still came as a

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

reporters and media were unaware of this property that Hendrix owned as he was

with the crowd suddenly appearing like this, it was obvious

with me only when they knew something newsworthy. I picked up my phone