Bruno Ferdinand’s Residence

Arielle's POV The driver that picked me up parks in a big lift, and my heart sinks. The car begins to rise until it is parked in my friend's living room corner. My buddy Andrea unlocks the passenger door and extends her hand to shake mine. Her arms immediately encircle me and give me a firm hug, and that one simple human touch is all it takes for me to crumble. She walks me over to the sofa while I break down into loud, heartbreaking cries. I tell her, "I didn't know where else to go." I've been friends with Andrea since she entered my boutique looking for a wedding dress. Our friendship is one of the most sincere and intimate relationships I've ever had, but no one has ever understood it. Andrea is unique, and at this moment, she's the only person who can provide me with the comfort I require without passing judgement. "I intend to murder him," she mumbles. "Simple, Little Psycho," remarks her spouse Bruno Ferdinand. With a gracious Bruno Ferdinand give me a handkerchief featuring a tiny Ψ embroidered on it. "Andrea started working on this as soon as you dialled our emergency number. Even so, she ironed it. With shaking hands, I take it from him and pull myself closer to Andrea , resting my head on her chest while she rubs my back. "Arielle, tell me what happened," she adds in a quiet voice. I make an effort to inhale deeply, but my tears only get more intense. Andrea holds on to me tightly, running her fingers through my hair softly in an attempt to calm me. Andrea tells her husband to "get him," using a tone that is very different from how kind she is to me. "Get Ariel Warren for me, please. I'll force Arielle to talk if he won't tell me what occurred. Bruno Ferdinand laughed. Sunshine, it's not that easy. He belongs to the Warren family. I can't just snatch him and get away with it. "It wasn't h-him," I stammer. Andrea steps back from me and uses the handkerchief she handed me to dab at my tears. "Who then?" I sniff and close my eyes, working up the bravery to tell her everything that happened, no details omitted. I tell them about the wedding, the pregnancy, and Bianca's 21st birthday. I'm worn out and devastated by the end. I mumble, "I don't think this will ever end." Will this be my life from now on? Although getting married to him was meant to be my happily ever after, it feels like the beginning of the end.This time, forever. She will continue to eat away at my soul if I stay until I'm just a shadow of my former self. Andrea gives me a shoulder rub, her eyes reflecting my sadness. She looks at her husband and says, "Bruno Ferdinand and I can tell you a thing or two about meddling siblings and family." For a split second, I stiffen, recalling that Andrea dated Bruno's younger brother once. Believe me when I say that, in the end, love really does triumph. I understand how difficult things are right now, and by taking a step back, you've made the right decision. It's difficult to remember why you decided to marry him against all the odds when you're caught in that situation. I believe that taking a break will help you gain perspective, Arielle. She gives Bruno a look. "Is it possible to remove the articles that criticize her?" "I was about to make a request, but it has already been handled by someone else. Globally, entire servers have been taken down. According to the news, at least two significant social media platforms are currently fully unavailable. Warren, I believe, is the culprit. I have no idea how he does it, but he will do everything for his wife. Andrea gives me a supportive glance and a grin. Observe? I understand that this is difficult for you, but that man adores you above all else. I'm not sure if that's sufficient to justify dealing with Loretta, though. I detested the bitch forever. If I could, I would gut her." I shake my head and smile through my tears. "You're not kidding, are you?" "Psychotic,"Bruno Ferdinand mumbles to himself. A doorbell rings, and I am anxious. I came here hoping to get away for a little while—not just from my family, but also from the media. That ought to be the one location where nobody would look for me. The home of Bruno Ferdinand and Andrea is a stronghold. As he approaches the front door, Bruno scowls. Bianca's voice comes next, and then I hear him moan with frustration. She dashes into the living room, where Andrea moves on the sofa to make room, smiling knowingly. "I expected you to be present. Are you alright? Bianca queries. "After I saw the news, Ariel informed me that you had left." He's a complete mess. "Talk about the Devil,"Bruno Ferdinand declared as he shows us his phone's caller ID. Ariel Warren appears on it. "Warren?" He holds the phone out for us after putting it on speaker. "Where is my spouse right now? I had security on her, but they said they rcouldn't find her. Where the fuck is she when they were meant to be your greatest option? Your men fucking lost her, and now the whole fucking world is after her. I will fucking kill you if you so much as damage a single hair on her head Bruno Ferdinand laughs. "She is secure." Ariel goes quiet. "Is she in your presence?" "No." "Where is she now?"Bruno Ferdinand hangs up the phone, not wanting to talk to him. I can't help but give him a grateful smile. I need a little alone time to myself, which I can't have when Ariel is around. Yes, Bruno Ferdinand responds to me. "There's no denying that he loves you. I have never seen him lose his composure, no matter what circumstances he was in. I saw him stop an abduction attempt on Bianca once without showing any signs of fear on his face, and then disappear for ten minutes, and his entire world crumbled. I fold my arms about my body and take a deep breath. I mean, his love is all I've ever desired; shouldn't it be sufficient? Am I acting self-serving here? Bianca responds, "No." "Arielle, I wish it were easier, but you have to think about more than simply Ariel now. Loretta will now always be a part of your life and your marriage, whether we want it or not. If anything, the most equitable course of action is to give it some thought and see if you can accept it. Isn't that preferable to eventually shattering Ariel 's heart? particularly when a kid is involved. What happens if you grow attached to them and then realize you can't bear to be near them? I give a nod and recline, my mind racing. I'll have to put up with unending rumours and rude comments in the industry for at least the next three months, and that's only the beginning. Should I decide to stay with Ariel , how much more would I have to endure? For the child of Ariel and Loretta, what type of atmosphere are we creating? Regardless of how I choose to interpret it, my being here makes the three of us unhappy. It will eventually cause Ariel and my love to fade as well.