CHAPTER ONE (ARIELLE LARDON)

ARIELLE LARDON



Arriele Lardon is a very beautiful, immensely rich, and hard-working lady who desires that thing that every other woman she knows has that she doesn't and that is love, marriage, kids, and a family.

Her thirtieth birthday was fast approaching and everyone was eagerly waiting for her to show them the Mr Right and even if it were to be Mr Left, it still wouldn't matter.

Her dear mother Miss Rachel Lardon was also worried about her daughter and hope some kind of miracle might happen that helps her daughter to get a man.

Arielle was woken up by the blinding light pouring through her curtain. Her silky blonde hair shone like a crystal as the sun directed its gaze on it. She sat up straight and look outside, trying to avoid direct contact with the sun as she did. Her nose pointed to the sky, and she smiled and got up from bed.

An early morning coffee won't hurt much. Would it?



She went downstairs carefully watching her step. Her hair hung on the side covering the smile that was lingering at the side of her mouth. The thought of coffee made her feel happy in a way.

She needed it after a hectic day at work and also another tiring hour of liking and un-liking several matches she found on the dating site app she downloaded after much persuasion from her darling mom.

For fuck's sake, finding the right guy is exhausting.

She concluded after two more hours of tolerating the sights of unpleasant faces.

She finally got into her large and expensively furnished kitchen. Everything imported from Germany was exclusively designed for her only and to her exquisite taste.

She went to the coffee machine and made herself a jug fill of black coffee with milk and four cubes of sugar. With the coffee in her left hand and a cookie between her teeth, she made her way to the dining area.



She sat down on one of the wooden designer chairs in the dining room and kept her mug on the table. She got up went and picked up her phone from where she kept it, before going to the kitchen and then went back to the dining with it.

She still needed to check her schedule for the day and to see how far her new project have gone.

What! She exclaimed.

Why are the reports not matching my expectations? She asked herself and got up, she picked up her coffee mug and went to the kitchen first, to take the jug that still had some coffee left in it before going upstairs.

She sat by her window before the table in the bedroom. She picked up the jug and poured herself some coffee. She kept her phone down and picked up a book, that's her deciding not to go to the office anymore.



She was exhausted, she did need it.

She suddenly heard a slight knock on her door.