Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 358

Ariana was a wreck and full of hate for Izabella. Glaring at her phone on the floor, with the screen facing her, she was fixated on the comments.

"Ariana has been exposed. Izabella doesn't have as many flaws as she does. The only thing Ariana has going for her is her acting, but even that is not on par with Izabella. Fans should stop praising her; she's just not classy."

With red, teary eyes, Ariana choked out, "Izabella did this on purpose. She's out to get me. The witch!"

She had the video from the get-go. Why didn't she clear the air sooner? Why wait until the press conference to release it? What a cold-blooded move!

Ariana clenched her fists, not even feeling the pain from her nails digging into her palms. Just then, she felt a warm touch on the back of her hand and looked up to see Harper, who was crouching next to her, comforting her.

"Ariana, we messed up from the start. Others may be kicking us while we're down, but we brought this on ourselves. Celebrities make mistakes. As long as we apologize from the heart, the fans will forgive..."

Before Harper could finish, Ariana slapped him across the face.

Harper was stunned, staring at her in confusion.

"Ariana..."

"Don't call me! I don't need you right now!" Ariana pushed him away and got up. "Forget it, go find Izabella. Go apologize to her!"

Harper frowned at her, wanting to explain, but Ariana wouldn't give him the chance.

"Don't you have any backbone? Why do you always let others walk all over you? I can't stand people like you!"

Ariana grumbled, wishing she knew Casey. With him, she could have everything she wanted.

Harper watched Ariana, a bitter feeling creeping up as the picture-perfect image of her in his mind shattered. Even though they were close, he felt like he never really knew her.

With a bitter smile, Harper said, "So, in your eyes, I'm just a weakling."

Ariana's eyes widened, her face paled, and her eyes filled with fear. She tentatively glanced at Harper, wanting to say something but too scared to speak, her lips trembling.

She felt a twinge of regret for what she had just said, but she didn't believe she was wrong. Harper was a weakling.

But right now, Harper was the only one who could help her. She was desperate for a way out, and he was the only one who could take the blame for her. As long as Harper admitted to the press that he had altered the script and she had nothing to do with it, she could start over.

One person taking the blame was better than two.

She couldn't fail now. She had worked so hard to get to where she was today, and with scripts for lead roles coming her way, she was on the brink of making it big. She couldn't fall now.

As for Harper, he was in the spotlight because of her. He was involved in this mess, so it was only fair that he take the blame.

"Harper, I'm sorry." She bowed her head, apologizing sincerely, "I said those things in the heat of the moment. I didn't mean it."

The room fell into an eerie silence. Ariana was a bundle of nerves. As usual, she grabbed Harper's hand, cooing, "Harper, I didn't mean to say those things. I know I made a mistake. Please forgive me."

Harper looked at Ariana's red eyes, his anger subsiding. He couldn't be cold towards her.

Harper shook his head, but the bitterness lingered.

Knowing his nature, Ariana walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head on his chest.

This sudden closeness caused Harper to hold his breath and his heart to race. In real life, he didn't even dare to hold her hand.

He hesitated for a while, then placed his hand on her shoulder, giving her a comforting pat, "It's okay. I didn't take it to heart. I forgive you."

He thought Ariana would let go, but he found her grip tightening, and their bodies pressed against each other. Harper could even feel her softness. Slowly, his face turned stiff.

In a hoarse voice, Harper called out, "Ariana?"

"Harper, do you like me?" Ariana looked up at him, her face flushing.

Seeing Harper just staring at her, not saying a word, Ariana knew she had him. She had known that Harper liked her for a long time. But since he never expressed it, she pretended not to know.

She placed her hand on Harper's chest, her voice soft, "Harper, I can hear your heartbeat. You can't lie to me."

Harper swallowed, took a moment, then sighed, "Yes, I do like you." He had liked her for a long time. But he knew Ariana didn't feel the same way about him.

Even though he knew Ariana could be manipulative, arrogant, and look down on people, he still liked her. Maybe she gave him something no one else could, and that's why he couldn't forget her after all these years.

Getting the answer she wanted, Ariana beamed, "Harper, I know I made a mistake, but there's no magic potion to go back in time. Can you help me?"

Following up on her words, Harper asked, "Help you with what?"

"Go out there, in front of the press, and admit that you planned everything and that I had nothing to do with it."