Revenge of the Billionaire Heiress

There were three types of hangovers.

Alcohol. Drama. And pride.

Arabella had the third one.

She lounged in Ava's couch in her living room, nursing a glass of detox juice with far too much kale and not enough anything else.

"Okay, but seriously," Ava said, flopping beside her. "Did you see Serena's face when you told her she's used to not being chosen?"

Emily grinned. "She looked like someone stole her filler."

"Shut up," Dorothy cackled. "She blinked like a rebooting robot."

Arabella rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. "You're all ridiculous."

"And you're welcome," Ava said, stealing a bite of Arabella's fruit bowl. "We are your personal cheerleading cult. Glitter optional."

Arabella shook her head, but the warmth in her chest dulled the sting from last night. The tension with Preston. The smugness of Serena. The frustrating silence from Ashton. It all seemed... quieter here, among laughter and mango slices.

Dorothy stretched across the plush rug. "So, what now? Are you and Preston going to kiss and make up? Or do we destroy his Tesla?"

"He doesn't drive a Tesla," Arabella muttered. "He has that obnoxious matte-black Aston Martin."

"Exactly," Emily said. "It deserves to be egged on principle."

Ava reached for the remote. "We could start small. Just unfollow him on socials. That'll get the paparazzi going."

Arabella laughed. "You all are unhinged."

"But you love us," Ava winked.

Arabella sighed and sank deeper into the couch. " I'm thinking of calling it quits on the relationship."

There was complete silence in the room for some seconds

"Finally, I have been waiting for this day" Emily says sitting up.

"Are you still thinking or you want to"? Ava asks

I don't know guys, I'm just really confused, I know my feelings are no longer what they used to be, I don't know if it's the effect of all that's been happening lately between us but I realised I'm no longer in love with him.

I don't think you ever were, Bella ,Dorothy says. It was just safe and comfortable, there was never any spark between you two.

I think you're right, Damn. I'm just so confused I don't know if I should give us one more shot or I should end things. I feel like such a bitch, I have so judgemental on his actions lately meanwhile I never even gave him the opportunity to love me and return the feelings.

"Hey don't you go feeling bad for anything, it's not as if he will be winning any boyfriend awards. He has never once treated you the way you deserve or even tried.All he sees is a shiny object or not the real you". Emily replied in her usual fiery temper.

"We get you Bella, and whatever decision you take we support you, though I still think the prick doesn't deserve you or to be in your thoughts" Ava says adding her input.

Thank you girls, I love you so much, Arabella said with red eyes and unshed tears.

We love you too, the girls replied in unison

Group hug, Dorothy calls, as they all dived Arabella and proceeding to fall of the couch together.

They laughed together and teased each other as they laid on the floor together.

Later that afternoon, Arabella decides to step into the office of one of her family's secondary businesses an emerging luxury wellness brand she helped acquire and was now grooming into a flagship for her own portfolio.

Unlike her brothers, who worked out of the gleaming Sinclair Industries headquarters downtown, Arabella preferred her base here sleek, intimate, and designed to reflect her vision.

She was reviewing supplier reports at her desk an hour later when her assistant walked in with a large floral arrangement.

"Uh… delivery for you," she said, eyebrows raised.

Arabella blinked. "Who sent flowers?"

She pulled the card free.

"I messed up. Let me make it up to you. Dinner tonight? No cameras. Just us. —P."

She stared at it for a long moment.

Preston rarely apologized. And when he did, it was always surface-level, soaked in PR polish. But this… this felt almost earnest.

Maybe having dinner would help her final her thoughts on their relationship. She would decide if it was worth one more shot or time to call it quits.