Arielle Danielle Talbert
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His money, Her problems
The day began just like any other day. Camille was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee while eating her toast. She felt not like herself this current morning. something was off but she couldn't put her finger on it. As she looked at all the unpaid bills all she could do was hang her head and cry. at this point she felt completely defeated. She always was the type of woman who could fix any situation. Due to the current circumstances, she knew that would be impossible. "Why Henry of all years to die, why the hell Nowwww" she screamed throwing all the bills to the floor. Her abusive, cheating husband had finally kicked the bucket. She was grateful for that, but it was too soon. Everything was in shambles. Camille hadn't had the chance to execute her escape plans. Now she was left with nothing. Her only reason for staying in the toxic marriage for so many years was because of his millions. The thing she couldn't baffle to save her life was where was all the money. She knew Henry was loaded but why didn't she have access to the money. Now after all she had endured, she was left with nothing but bills and regret. Sitting in this big beautiful house she was broke. With only a few thousand dollars in the bank, she needed to figure something out fast.
By Arielle Danielle Talbert 3 years ago in Humans
Salted Secrets
It was never clear to me why I was created. I've always wondered why didn't my parents get rid of me. They already had four other kids and the thought of me had to be paralyzing. If I were them I would have swallowed or aborted myself. Thank God I wasn't them. They loved me but I never knew how to love myself. All my siblings had the self-esteem thing kinda easy. Not me though I hated all my features. As I became older I used what I had to get everything I wanted. Between my round hips, full lips, and high yellow skin. I was a rich man's dream even if it was a man with kilos of coke instead of millions in real estate. I took what I could get. Most times what I could get was red bottoms on my feet and five-day vacations in Paris. That kept me intrigued by their fantasy. Life was good I can't complain. Even as great as it was, it was always one lie after another that I had to tell everyone.
By Arielle Danielle Talbert 3 years ago in Filthy