My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"No thanks." "We won't need it."

Hendrix and I blurted this out at the same time. After that, he seemed eager to show off. He strode past me and walked into the clubhouse. "Women only know how to get in the way."

He said this as he walked past Andrea and disappeared at the door. He left me alone, like a defeated dog, allowing Andrea to mock me. "Did you hear that, Arianna? Hendrix just dumped you. He doesn't want you anymore. You're just a joke. You are a nobody now! Hahaha..."

Me? A hindrance?

Her mocking had never bothered me before. It was what Hendrix had said to me that I found disturbing. I vented on Andrea and answered, "Yeah? What makes you special then? At least Hendrix had gotten tired of loving me. What about you? He won't even look at you."

"You..." Andrea was so mad that she pointed at me with a trembling finger. She clenched her jaw and calmed herself down. She then said with a lopsided smile, "Yeah right. I don't care how much or how deeply Hendrix loves me anymore. What's important now is that he and I are on the same level. I will do all of these bad things together with him, fall into an endless pit with him and I will see him become the very person he despises right before my own eyes. The best part is, there is nothing you can do about it. Just the thought of it is so exciting."

"Don't even think about it." I gritted my teeth. Although I didn't say this very loudly, it was clearly said with malice.

Andrea pulled up the corners of her lips. "Well wait and see."

She then hopped her way into the club.

they were the very doors to hell. "Your men will arrive soon.

game, just to see if I

refused to leave. I just stubbornly stood by the side of the road, waiting for Aaron's men to arrive

go.

If you keep hitting him, he'll die!

this to protect Miss Moanna's business. We did this

Oh no!

sense of uneasiness arose from the bottom of my heart. I ran

dark hall, the only

light shone on Jordan

side, under the dim light, Matthew and another male employee were lying on the ground with bloody noses and swollen faces. Hendrix's tidy

at the door open, Hendrix turned and looked at me. He

over and hit his head on the bar behind him. He had

are

no intention of stopping. He took some empty bottles from the bar counter and walked to another

Roberts, no... Please Mr.