Mr. Sterling, Your Ex-wife is a Famous CEO

on her cheek. The

familiar ceiling. White. Sterile. The th

her hand to her fac

elt something biti

abella questioned, attempting to stand u

e her legs and arms had been strapped on the table be

was now wearing a plain w

at's going on here? Wha

nurse's uniform-sighed, running her hand through Arabella's hai

dly in her chest as fear crept into the depth of her soul, "W

the form in her hand, "Ms. Elena, You've been admitted here." The Nurse explained slowly like she wa

am Arabella. Arabella Sterl..." She paused, realizing she had no relati

eep taking on people's identity. But don't worry, we are you to res

. This was a mental hospital, so every aggression she showed could be confused for a menta

m Arabella Sterling. Daughter of the Ster

, it was never made public so that detail was sti

drifting between the file in

she hoped Nala would give her the benefi

d, shaking her head. Nala made a note on her chart. "Honestly, does it look lik

hot tears rushed up her

file again, then rep

ss chuckle as more tears po

ster?" Serena's voice echoed from the door as she wa

gasped, eyes wide

the nurse and comma

lla yelled loudly, "Please just ch

her phone showing off the scr

e that had been issu

ad, "The Sterling Fam

ed white. It's barely 24 hours since the divorce an

lled a chair and sat just

white gown would look on you." Serena started, admiring her freshly made acry

as she lunged at her. But the strong chains held her back. "I have divorced

ed up in a disdainful smirk, shru

ive back everyth

on. She tried to look back into thei

ever taken or even attempte

ed at her, Serena's smile making her skin bur

t look satisfied...didn't even look l

r your

ho!" Arabella roared, bouncing on her s

rd, her chair moved closer, startling Serena for a heartbeat

ine with Arabella's threat, as she stylishly pulled

im well, after all, I don't plan on havi

regain the strength she'd exhausted. Her fingers trembled,

lla begged, how voice was weak. Def

returning fast, her smile running wide, "

rs you, they will never be able to find you, just like y

unning down her spine, "M–my mother

in prison. At least that was what Victo

glance at Arabella as she picked her purse ready to le

head psychiatrist of the hospital, Dr. Se

soon as I heard you came by yo

ose, giving one last disdainful look a

I will have my father give a huge donation to your h

Dr. Sebastian replied, years of

lla managed to speak, "Serena, can you at l

oorknob for a while, then she tur

, whispering into her ear with a smile, "

want you to

round the room long after she left, ever