Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ✰
"𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝"
Monday morning turned out to be a lot more enjoyable than I had expected.
This is most likely because I had officially asked Roman out and he had given me yet another mind-blowing orgasm, as well as the fact that I had spent the entire night with him.
Fairly, I had every reason to have a decent Monday morning.
I began my day by visiting a small cafe close to my school. It was essentially just across the road so it wasn't far.
Today's classes were shorter. This afternoon, I had three, which meant I had the entire morning to myself.
All of my friends, including my brother, were attending classes. Since Aydan's first game was coming up on Friday, we planned to all go together.
Nicolo's and my birthday were also approaching next week.
Our birthday was March second. My mother claims that we were supposed to be born in February but were pushed further because we weren't ready.
I started looking for a gift for Nico while I was here in the cafe. My brother was difficult to please, but I knew exactly what he'd appreciate.
With him being picky, I was on the easier side.
Frankly, I was also a light gift receiver. Meaning, I was a sucker for the small, meaningful things.
I'd be grateful if you bought me a Dimond necklace, but if the necklace had a personal meaning to it, I'd be entirely satisfied with the gift.
In any case, anything someone gave me meant the world to me since it coming from said person.
My brother seemed to have almost everything he could want and could easily buy whatever he wanted - so, I decided to give him something more personal, something that was just for the two of us.
My mother had bought Nicolo and me matching rings a few years ago. It was some kind of 'twin' thing, and I thought it was cute, while Nicolo thought it was funny.
A Japanese emblem was engraved on the ring. Both of the symbols represented twins. The one I had represented the girl and the one Nicolo had represented the boy.
Its apparent message was one of good fortune and safety. And that the rings would somehow magically direct us back to each other if we were ever separated.
It was a myth, or legend, whatever you wanted to call it. I thought it was adorable and admirable, and as much as Nicolo had put on his 'big boy' ego, he still wore the ring every day, up until last year.
We hadn't worn it in a long time since his fingers had grown and mine had as well. So what better gift to deliver than an old one?
This weekend, I decided to see a jeweller to renew our rings and get our sizes corrected. I knew Nicolo would appreciate it; the rings meant a lot to both of us, even if we didn't express it.
