ARABELLA IRIS IRVINE
Chapter 1
Arabella Iris Irvine
“I like bags, cards… anything I lay my eyes on, I usually get it.”
That was how people described Arabella Iris Irvine.
Spoiled. Privileged. Unbothered.
And honestly… they weren’t completely wrong.
If she wanted something, it usually ended up in her hands. Not because she demanded it loudly, but because in her world, things rarely stayed out of reach for long.
But that wasn’t the full picture.
Arabella wasn’t careless on purpose.
She just never learned what it felt like to be refused—and what it meant when mistakes had consequences.
Until that day.
It happened in a mall.
A simple purchase. A pair of shoes.
Wrong size.
She stood there, looking at the box, then at the staff.
“This is not the size I requested.”
The employee hesitated, then shrugged.
“I think that’s what was recorded.”
No apology. No solution. Just distance.
The way they said it made it feel like the problem didn’t matter. Like she didn’t matter.
Something in Arabella’s expression shifted.
Not anger at first.
Confusion.
Then frustration.
“I asked for a specific size,” she said again, slower this time.
Still nothing changed.
The response stayed the same. Avoidant. Careless.
And that was when she pushed it further.
Not loudly. Not recklessly.
But firmly enough that management got involved.
In the confusion that followed, responsibility was passed around carelessly, until the wrong person was held accountable.
Someone who hadn’t even been the one who ignored her request.
Someone who hadn’t even been there when it started.
And that person was fired.
When Arabella found out later, the satisfaction never came.
Only silence.
Then realization.
It wasn’t what she intended.
So she corrected it.
She apologized when she understood the situation properly.
She tried to fix what she could.
But some things didn’t go back to how they were before.
That evening, her parents called her in.
They didn’t raise their voices.
They didn’t argue.
They just looked at her differently.
Like they had been waiting for this moment.
Her father spoke first.
“If you won’t act like a good child, we will cut off your credit card and your inheritance.”
A pause.
Then he continued, calm and firm.
“But if you work as an intern—where no one knows your background—and you perform properly, we will restore everything.”
Silence followed.
Not anger.
A condition.
A boundary being drawn.
Arabella listened carefully.
Then nodded once.
“Understood.”
No protest. No excuses.
Just acceptance.
And that was how everything changed.
No name carried her anymore.
No privilege followed her into rooms.
No mistake could be quietly erased.
At first, she believed it would be simple.
Work hard. Stay polite. Prove herself.
But she learned quickly that anonymity changed everything.
People didn’t treat her better without her name.
They treated her more freely.
Carelessly.
Sometimes unfairly.
And without realizing it, she became an easy target for frustration that had nothing to do with her.
Every mistake she made was noticed.
Every reaction was watched.
Every small difference about her became something people could pick at.
And for the first time in her life, Arabella Iris Irvine understood something clearly.
Being able to get anything she wanted meant nothing…
when no one was obligated to give her anything at all.
