A Love Forgotten Novel by Webfic

Evelyn’s face turned pale as she stared at the limited–edition necklaces in my hands. I could tell she was tom inside, her mind in a complete knot.

The three necklaces I had chosen were hard to come by, and if she wanted them, she had to pay my price. If she didn’t, she’d miss out tomorrow.

Soon, the appraiser gave me a valuation of 453 thousand dollars. I nodded in satisfaction and quickly signed the sales contract.

Evelyn, who was fuming beside me, stomped her feet in frustration. In the end, she reluctantly bought two of my necklaces for 20 thousand dollars and 35 thousand dollars each.

As she left clutching her man, Teri and I burst into laughter, nearly doubling over.

Teri nudged me, grinning. “You’re so bad! How did you know that little bitch would definitely buy your stuff?”

I chuckled, “Because I set her up. She initially just wanted to humiliate me while trying to sna her ‘boyfriend‘ wasn’t on board with that.

but

“Her “boyfriend‘ clearly just wanted to spend a little to win her over. Evelyn wanted him to pay but also to show off, so she had to painfully buy my necklaces.

“Even if she didn’t, she’d get her boyfriend to buy something else. Regardless, it felt great to turn the

tables on her.”

Teri smiled, “You really made an extra ten thousand dollars easily. Otherwise, the buyback price would’ve been five thousand dollars less for each piece.”

I happily glanced at the balance in my bank account, savoring the sweetness of the money. Putting Evelyn in her place was just the icing on the cake.

Just as I was enjoying my newfound balance, an unfamiliar call came in. Instinctively, I hit decline. However, the number kept calling, and a message popped up.

“Hello, Ms. York. I’m your appointed designer.”

I answered the call, and a friendly voice greeted me. “Ms. Ariana York? I’m your personal designer. Do you have time to come to our studio? I can assist you with your entire look.”

I asked, “I didn’t make any appointments. Who is this?

After a brief pause, I could hear the sound of pages flipping, and the voice replied, “Oh, Ms. York, I must have made a mistake. Mr. Wood asked me to contact you. I hope that’s not too presumptuous.”

Mr. Wood? Logan? My heart raced with excitement. I smiled and said, “Sure, I’m available, but it has to be in the afternoon.”

I arranged a time and place with the designer named Andrew. After I hung up, Teri raised her eyebrows.

“I heard that. Did the CEO Mr. Wood book you a designer? Come on, did he agree to be your date?”

My cheeks flushed again. Just then, a dark blue Bentley screeched to a halt in front of us, startling both me and Teri,

The door swung open, and Elijah stormed out, his expression furious. In a long stride, he quickly. approached me.

Before I could react, he grabbed my arm tightly, his face dark with anger. “Ariana, who gave you

permission to sell the jewelry I bought for you?”

His grip was strong, causing sharp pain in my wrist. I remembered how he had dislocated my arm last time, and fear crept in..

I cried out, “Don’t break my arm! Please!”

Elijah hesitated for a moment before loosening his grip. Terl snapped to attention, grabbing her bag, ready to strike him.

He shoved Teri aside and coldly said to me, “Get in the car. We need to talk.”