Chapter 41: Throwing a Tantrum(Unedited)
As the events of the morning settled within her, Arabelle had difficulty controlling her emotions which threatened to burst out of her like a volcano. The scene had hit her like a tidal wave - the man she had grown fond of, the only one who had ignited a spark within her, was already entangled in the clutches of another girl. Anger surged through her veins, a hot mixture of resentment and disbelief.
Arabelle had remained silent all through the journey as she had tried to compose herself. Once checked into the hotel room, she threw her purse onto the bed as furious tears rolled down her cheeks. Just then her phone started to ring and she answered it with a cry, "Can you believe this, Mom?" she seethed, her voice laced with a bitter edge. "All this time I’ve been investing my emotions, my thoughts, into him, thinking we had a connection. And what do I find out? He’s got a mistress, someone else holding his attention!"
Her eyes blazing with anger, she told her mother the entire scene that she had witnessed and continued, "It’s absurd! How can he not see that no one else but me deserves him? I mean, who does that w*ore think she is, swooping in and claiming what should rightfully be mine?" Her fists clenched as she vowed," He should be with me, Mom. It’s crystal clear. Our chemistry, and our understanding - it’s unmatched. This other girl doesn’t know him like I do. It’s an affront to me, mom. You have to help me find her identity! I want to fight her and teach her a lesson!"
Arabelle wiped her tears as her mother slowly explained things to her about how rich men liked to keep mistresses on the side. Arabelle closed her eyes tightly as her mother advised her to continue being with Demetri as if nothing had happened. Once they were married and she had a foothold in the Frost household, she could make sure that Demetri would not stray.
Calm after her mother’s repeated assurances, Arabelle slept peacefully. As she woke up, she had already forgotten the incident of last night.
Fueled by a newfound determination, Arabelle decided to take her mother’s advice to heart. With a mind focused on a plan of action, she set her sights on getting closer to Demetri as she had originally planned.
Humming a small tune, Arabelle donned a demure pink bikini under her sarong, tying her hair up in a casual knot. She’d already asked Great Uncle Elijah to send Demetri to her room to escort her and show her around the place. This hotel was Demetri’s pride and joy and she knew that he had fought hard to buy this place when he first became the CEO all those years ago. She was pretty sure that he would want to share this place with her.
As she waited, she imagined him coming over and seeing her like this. Maybe he wouldn’t even take her to the hot springs and simply push her onto this bed. She’d protest a bit before surrendering herself to him. As her daydreams spun further and further, she imagined him declaring his feelings for her. And then they would get married. She imagined how Demetri would discard the mistress that he had hugged at the airport until slowly a small smile covered her lips, and the woman at the airport had now morphed into her. Demetri would declare her as the love of his life one day soon...
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On the other end of the phone, Elijah Frost was trying to be patient with his grandson. While Elijah was used to having his way, he had also come to acknowledge that his power was declining while that of his grandson and expanded exponentially. He’d been using all means to get Demetri to adhere to his wishes, but the boy seemed to have become as slippery as an eel. No tactics seemed to work on him.