My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He got a little bit angry and asked, "Arianna, is there something wrong with you? Would I do such a thing to my own child?"

I sneered, looked at him and said mercilessly, "Why wouldn't you? What wouldn't you do that? You're an unscrupulous businessman. Do you think you're any righteous?"

His face instantly fell. His voice became low and harsh as he said, "Arianna, Hendrix lets you have your way, but I won't do the same. I'm more anxious than you are about Anne's disappearance, but this isn't an excuse for you to be unreasonable."

"Am I being unreasonable?" Looking at the setup in his place, I saw Anne's favorite toys were still on the couch and got even more agitated. Without thinking it through, I sneered and said, "Sure, I'll let you understand what truly is unreasonable."

Before he could react, I raised my hand and pushed all the expensive red wine on the wine cabinet to the ground. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The sound of shattering glass followed, as the blood-red wine spilled everywhere on the floor.

"Are you crazy?" he roared angrily.

I didn't care at all. Whatever I could get my hands on, I smashed them onto the ground as I yelled loudly, "Give Anne back to me!"

weren't able to control their emotions. There wasn't any difference between being worked up and going

had pretty much destroyed Josiah's house

Hendrix and said angrily, "You should take her to the hospital. She's in more serious condition than you think." Hendrix held me in his arms and looked at him, frowning. He said in a cold voice, "What you should think about now is how to

I calmed down. Red wine was all

had no clue what had gone through my mind when I caused havoc in

remained silent and I was unwilling to say anything as well. After we returned to the hotel, I took a shower and laid on the bed. I

as bottomless

my head and looked at him. I wasn't feeling as fidgety or nervous as

"What are we going to

with pain in his eyes. His gaze was too glaring

not want Anne to be with me too? Are you plotting with

cold, dark eyes. He looked somewhat dazed as he said to

said even more fiercely, "You don't want Anne, and you don't want me. You

my eyes and began to cry. The sorrow in my heart seemed to have festered for a long