My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

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I flew into a rage. "Sebastian, what's wrong with you? You're the one who asked me here as you said you have a way to save my daughter. Also, it was you who struck a deal with me that if I followed your instructions, you'd help my daughter. I obliged. But right now you are forcing me and refuse to let me get out of the car. Do you realize how sickening you are? Don't you realize that it has been tormenting for me to be in your presence even for one single minute? You're a lunatic. Just be frank. Tell me if you never intended to give me any information at all!"

He stared at me motionlessly. I realized I had been sharp- tongued. But I simply could not restrain myself any longer. Having had to put up with his despicable behavior for the better part of the day, I was already disgusted beyond words.

There was a moment of silence. The atmosphere was already chilly, and so, coupled with the tension between us, I shivered. I was expecting that he would drive me out of the car or beat me up.

Much to my surprise, he did not. Instead, he just stared at me and then said calmly, "This guy's at Asherton. Take this and meet him at this address. He can save your daughter."

"Stop here," I instructed, despite accepting the card. "I want to get out of the

him. "I had thought that you got pregnant at an inopportune timing and therefore the baby should be gotten rid of... However, it seems that my mom is elated over your pregnancy. She said she wanted to start knitting sweaters for the baby already! She loves children, and so, after the birth, she'd

he would get on my nerves. "Let me out!" I exclaimed as I glared at him. "The baby has got nothing to do with you." He chuckled and his eyes had a tender look, "Tell

He was

I did not wish to stay in the car, not even for a second

the opposite direction. I grabbed my cell phone and called Hendrix. The

of silence, he

turned around and saw a black Bentley. I collected