Go Girl, It's Your Time is a modern city as the background of romance novel, the protagonists are Arielle Grace and Ziven Meyer.
Excerpt
âLetâs get divorced.â Arielle Grace stared at the handsome and flawless man who had women going crazy over him sitting across from her, her heart heavy and bleak. Ziven Meyer, the most desirable man in Baylin, is mysterious, noble, and extraordinarily striking. Alas, this man isnât destined for me. Iâve tried everything possible throughout these three years of our marriage, yet never have I gotten his love in return. Now, Iâm tired, so Iâm conceding defeat. âLetâs get divorced. Iâll set you free, and weâll no longer have anything to do with each other henceforth.â Stifling the pain, she averted her gaze.
Zivenâs face was devoid of expression. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly picked up the pen and signed the divorce papers without hesitation. Then, he stood up and left indifferently, his tall and captivating back making all the women in the coffee shop swoon for a moment.
He never changes. No matter what I do, it never causes the slightest ripple to him. In this case, Iâll just let him go even though the pain is truly agonizing.
The moment Arielle left the coffee shop and walked out to the street, her cell phone rang. âWillow.â Answering the call, she bit her lip before murmuring softly, âI did as you advised and had him sign the divorce papers.â
âHe really signed them?â Willowâs voice on the other end of the phone was threaded with a barely concealed hint of delight and excitement.
Arielle frowned as puzzlement swamped her. âYeah. Willow, why—â
âHaha, Arielle Grace, you actually asked Ziven Meyer for a divorce. Haha… Youâre such an idiot!â
Arielle was momentarily rendered speechless. âWhat do you mean, Willow?â Her frown deepened as a sliver of uneasiness crept into her.
âNothing. Iâm just ecstatic! Iâll only have a chance to be with Ziven Meyer when you two are divorced. Say, why wouldnât I be happy?â Willow, who was standing at the top of the opposite building, dissolved into laughter. âWhy do you think he has always been so uncaring toward you?â
âWhy?â Clutching her cell phone tightly, Arielle unconsciously stepped out onto the road.
âBecause he has always believed that it was you who killed his brother. Did you think heâd be nice to the woman who killed his brother?â
âI didnât!â Arielle blurted frantically. âFelixâs death has nothing to do with me! I-It was you?â Her eyes abruptly widened as understanding dawned upon her. âIt was you! Willow Grace, it was you who planned everything!â
âSo what? You want to tell Ziven Meyer that? Unfortunately, itâs too late by now.â Willowâs cackle sounded as though it came from the depths of hell, petrifying to the bone.
âIâll get back at you for this! Willow Grace, youâve been putting on an act and pulling the wool over my eyes!â Vexation gripped Arielle for having realized this too late.
âIâm afraid you wonât have that opportunity.â Willowâs thin lips curved into a vicious smile as she stared at the petite figure on the road below. âLook to your left.â
Arielle instinctively swung her head to the left, but the moment she did so, a deafening crash sounded, and pain engulfed her. In a flash, excruciating pain spread all over her. Like a leaf fluttering in the breeze, she fell onto the ground lightly after being hit by a truck.
