I am constantly cursing Ethan in my mind, burying my head in the pillow. I truly hate that guy. Just then, pulling me back to the present, my phone buzzes. My hands reach for my phone, to see the notification. What if it's Aiden's text? As I glance at the phone screen, my lips curl into a smile. It's Aiden, as I've anticipated. His text is: “Today is dad's birthday. There's a party. Get ready in the evening. I'll pick you up.” After that station incident, the things Aiden's brother said about me, I don't like him at all, and don't want to go there, but for Aiden, I can do anything. If he wants me to accompany him, I will do that then. “I'll get ready,” I text back. In the evening, I dress up, wearing a bodycon (highlighting my skinny hourglass figure) sparkly spaghetti straps high side slit long gown, in black color which is backless, paired with diamond jewelry like earrings and a bracelet, along with glamorous ankle strap heels, tying my hair in a bun, letting two strands of

Jason leaves my hand in a hurry, while I turn quickly to see Aiden, forgetting about the pain I have felt a few seconds ago. His brows furrowed seeing me with Jason. Choking with emotions, I step towards him. “Aiden…Belle was just talking to me. We were not doing anything intimate,” Jason murmurs, like an innocent asshole.Pressing my teeth, I turn to Jason, a wave of disgust washes over me. “What! What did you say?” “I am telling him that we were just talking,” Jason says, a bitter smile spreads on his face. Truly disgusting! I understand very well what he wants to do. Turning back to Aiden, my eyes narrowed. His icy glare is piercing my soul. “Aiden…you believe me. Right!? Listen…” Before I can complete my sentence, he turns and leaves from there, not uttering a single word to me. My anger grows more, as Jason's evil chuckle passes through my ears. Storming towards Jason, I land a wild slap on his cheek again, leaving my hand’s imprint on his cheek. And then, I run behind Ai

Pulling the airpods from my ears, I step towards Ethan, trembling and sweating in fear. Jason's loud cries are echoing across the dark room, falling on his knees. His whole face is bruised badly. I can't even imagine how painful that would be!“Ethan, what the hell did you do to him? Have you lost your mind? Don't you feel scared of anyone?” I scream aloud in fury, my chest moving up and down, fuming with rage. Ethan doesn't say anything to me. Sitting on the sofa, Ethan reaches for a cigarette and a lighter; pressing the cigarette between his lips, he lits it up with shaky hands. The first drag is deep, the smoke filling his lungs as he tries to steady himself. His eyes are hard, unyielding, still fuming in rage, fixed on the ground on Jason has fallen. The cigarette trembles slightly between his fingers as he exhales, the smoke curling around him like the remnants of his fury.“Ethan, you are still silent! Seriously!” I growl.“Jason…from onwards, Belle is your sister. What is she

Sitting on the chair, in central park, I'm reading a book, or I should say that I'm just staring at the pages, because I'm unable to focus on reading. For the last two days, I've just been waiting for Aiden's call or a text. Neither he called nor sent a text to me. Does he not even care about me anymore? It has never happened in our six months of relationship that he doesn't call me after our fight. I've not eaten anything in these two days. I don't feel like eating anything at all. I feel so weak, my limbs feel heavy and uncooperative. Emotionally, I'm on the edge—a mix of sadness, anxiety, and a strange numbness that has made it hard to focus on anything other than Aiden. Just then, my phone starts buzzing; glancing at the phone screen, tears brim in my eyes as soon as I see Aiden's caller ID. On one hand, I'm dying to talk to him; on the other hand, I don't even want to pick up his call. Struggling between the inner turmoil, I pick up Aiden's call a second time, but don't utter

When I step into Ethan's penthouse along with Alex, Colin, and Sam, I'm immediately struck by its size, luxury, and elegance. The large windows give a breathtaking view of New York City, with skyscrapers glittering in the evening light. The living room is spacious, everything in dark or black colors, a sleek—black leather couch along with a glass coffee table. As I walk further in, I see Ethan cooking, in a kitchen with black appliances and a marble countertop with dark veining. Ethan's friends settle themselves on the dining table's seats. “Bro…sister-in-law is here,” Alex screams aloud. Why are they calling me sister-in-law? What nonsense!Ethan glances up into my eyes and gives a reassuring smile, but I roll my eyes. I can't stand this person for a single second, and I'm here at his penthouse now. What misery!“Sit down, Belle,” Ethan says, stepping around the dining table, placing the dishes he has cooked.“You kidnapped me. Why don't you tie me now?” I mock him. His jaw tighte