Novel-novel oleh Mira

Ethnan's POV If there's anything sure about me it was my lack of interest in attending special events or date nights. Never have I set out to sort for a nice spot for any event or celebration in my life. Had my father never considered taking charge of my wedding venue, hell would probably have turned cold before I could get my way through it. But, the level of enthusiasm I have been putting in just to sort out a nice spot for this dinner date was crazy. I felt insanely happy after finding a sweet spot that was all shades of luxury. I pulled out my phone to text the name of the place to Alfred, but I quickly decided against it and dialed his number instead. “You wanna speak to my Dad?” A soft voice asked through the receiver. “I'm guessing you are Atlas, yeah?” “Yes, I am.” He affirmed, and from the background I could hear chuckles and throaty laughter. Alfred was having a good time with his woman obviously. “Can you—” I couldn't complete my intended question as my voice was

Samantha.“He needs to go now, okay?” I made an attempt to loosen Atlas's grip from Alfred's wrist, but Atlas shrugged in resistance. “I want to go with my daddy.” Atlas cried, his voice echoing through the hotel room. The way he and Alfred have bonded within these few days, came as a total shock to me. They seemed as though they had always known themselves all their lives.“Sweetheart,” Alfred uttered calmly, placing a hand on Atlas's shoulder. “I need to go now, so that you and Mummy can retire to bed early. Remember you two had a long hour flight down to New York.”Silence settled in for a while. Atlas gently loosened his grip and turned toward me. “Come here,” I opened my arms and pulled him in. “Don't be sad, okay. You and daddy will have all the time together tomorrow while I get busy at work.” Locking his gaze on mine, Alfred moved closer to me. “I forgot to tell you something, Samantha.” He said in whispers. “My boss will be meeting you after work to give you all the flowers

Ethnan's POV “How was your trip, Man?” I ushered Alfred inside my living room. He rolled his eyes and a sheepish smile spread across his face. Without saying a word he sank into the sofa and wiped a hand across his face.“You seem drunk.” I uttered after studying his mood for a while. I picked an enveloped file from the center table and nudged it toward him. “You have been laughing like a fool, man.”“I am not drunk.” Alfred's voice came out clean. “I will tell you what's up with this mood of mine. But, first let's see what's in here.”I stood up to get a bottle of wine from the refrigerator when Alfred started to unseal the envelope.“Ethnan!” He screamed so loudly that I nearly lost the grip of the wine in my hand. I craned my head to his direction and his eyes were almost popping out against the document in his hand.“Calm down.” A big smile spread across my face as I held his gaze. “I was shocked too when the sales department gave it to me yesterday.” “Over a hundred awaiting re

Samantha. “Yes you can confide in me, Samantha.” Empathy gleamed in Alfred's eyes. He pushed a lump down his throat and wiped a hand across his face. “C'mon talk to me, Samantha. What's wrong with your son?”I bit hard into my lower lip and I tasted blood. “This feels hard. Harder than I had thought.” I sank into the chair and gathered Altas in between my hugging arms. “Atlas, you may need to go inside the bedroom now, okay? Me and your friend need to talk privately.” Without a word Atlas nodded his head and left. “Alfred, my life is an absolute mess!” Tears pooled in my eyes instantly.“Do not cry, please.” Alfred's voice was shaky. “It breaks my heart to see you cry.” He walked closer to me and stood right beside me, his masculine scent sweet. “Atlas's father is absent.” I finally lifted the weight of the words off my chest. “And his absence is starting to affect Atlas in some negative ways.”“Absent?” Surprise reeked from his tone. “How? Why?”I knew I was going to cry a mess, so

Samantha.The evening air was cool against my skin, and I could feel everything in my insides coming alive as I broke the news of my latest achievement to my son..“I am proud of you, Mum.” Atlas's hands rested against my shoulders, as I squatted, facing him. “You are a superwoman.” Seeing how happy my son was, an overwhelming feeling of fulfillment swelled inside me. “I promised to work hard so I could give you the best of everything, remember?” I gently tucked at his soft cheek.He attempted to speak, but tears filled his eyes. “What's the problem, Atlas?” My voice was tense. “Why are you crying?”“You didn't keep to a promise you made to me.” He was sobbing now. “I wish you had kept that one promise, mom.”“What promise?” I blurted, rising to my feet.For a while all he could do was sob, and mymy heart wept because Atlas's tears caused me to be miserable in some sort of way. Finally he told me that It was about his father. I had failed on my promise to him that his father was com

Ethnan's POV.“Five properties for a start, Alfred.” My cellphone was sandwiched between my ear and my shoulder, while my fingers worked on my computer. “If she executes her skills well enough on the five properties I will order the advertising team to put them up on advert, and then we track the sales progress.” “Alright, Ethnan.” Alfred's voice beamed into the receiver. I could hear a child's voice in the background that instantly filled me with the urge to ask Alfred a curious question. “The boy must be a lively one, yeah?” “Absolutely,” Alfred cheered. “He is such a sweet child.”“Good then. Make sure the tour is quick so that he and his mother can go back to the hotel on time.”“Sure.” Was Alfred's last response before he hung up.Two Weeks Later.“No way!” I screamed, my voice echoed through the roofs. “Sold out? Is this a joke or what?” I watched in disbelief as my company's accountant scrolled the screen of the computer, showing me the transaction history of the recent sales

Andrew's Point of View.I was completely spent when I got home. Beatrice was standing in front of the dresser mirror and tending to her acne face. “You seem exhausted,” She turned to face me.“Yeah, It was such a long day at work today” My voice was strained. I paced around, darting my eyes away so as not to meet Beatrice's gaze that was staring back at me through the mirror.“I'm sure you had a great day at home? Babe,” “Of course yes. Olivia won't let me raise a finger.” A smile stretched across her face…. Can you believe she did a manicure and pedicure for me today? I think we should consider upping Olivia's pay…..Never have I met such a hardworking fellow.”Mentally, I rehearsed my response before I could speak. “Let's watch her for the first three months, okay? If she doesn't change then we can consider upping her pay.”She shrugged her shoulders in agreement. “Guess what?” She stood up, walking towards me.“What?” “I have missed you all day, babe.” She threw her arms around me

Olivia.“Make love to me, Andrew.” I repeated and pulled off my gown.He moved backwards with the cheque in his hand midair. “Olivia,” He breathed out my name. “This money will make a good difference in your life. Think about it.” “You are right,” I lied. And I am grateful.” His face relaxed. It's obvious he was clearly sick in the head for thinking that his new status as a billionaire could make any difference in the irreparable loss and pains he had caused me. With zero remorse on his face he handed the cheque to me. “Thank you, Andrew.” I grabbed the cheque, and forced a smile that creased the corners of my eyes. "This money is nothing to me.” I started to shred into pieces.“Olivia!” His voice thundered “What are you doing?”“No amount of money can ever equal what you might taste like, Andrew.” I flashed him an inviting glance and cupped my breasts with my hands. “ I want to have a real taste of you.”“I am married to Beatrice for heaven sake!”“One-time sex with me won't chang

Andrew's Point of View The press clustered around our mansion as I and Beatrice drove out in a Bentley. They were shoving themselves apart just to have access to our car.“Answering a few questions from them won't hurt,” Beatrice stated, passing me a knowing look. I slowed the car and wound down the glass.“Congratulations, Mr Andrew. Please tell us how you feel about becoming the husband of heiress of The Chase’s.” A blonde haired lady said into her recorder before bringing it close to my mouth.“I feel great about it?” I said curtly.Then there came another lady stretching her hand enough just so her recorder could near my mouth. “We learned it's a contract marriage, please, could you tell us if the terms are any stringent?” I held my breathe and swallowed a lump. “I would rather not disclose that to the public.” “How does it feel to become an accidental billionaire?” A voice trailed over, and with that I wound up the glass and drove by.We remained silent throughout the rest o

Olivia “That's the heiress; Beatrice, who is my granddaughter. And her husband; Andrew.” My new employer; Nana, informed me, craning her head to my side. “It's in their house I will be needing your service, Olivia.” Dazed, I pinched myself to be sure that it wasn't a dream. My heart started to pound at an increasing rate. I felt my head spin. No, this wasn't happening. I fixed a burning gaze on Andrew, but it was abruptly sliced when Nana spoke again. “He used to be my chauffeur for the past two years, but he is a man of noble character.” Nana paused as if to filter her words. “He becoming the heiress' husband was a matter of luck and fate, you know.” Unsure of a suitable response to give to Nana, I only nodded my head.Andrew? The monster that tricked me with fake kindness has suddenly stumbled upon riches? I was feeling a swell of rage, but I feigned indifferent facial expression, except for when my eyes caught Andrew's questioning gaze that I shot him a cold stare. If it were a

Andrew's POVCareful not to make a sound, I gently pushed the covers aside and got up. I wore my clothes, tiptoed to the other side of the bed, and grabbed Olivia's bag. My gaze was fixed on Olivia as she slept peacefully. I quickly brought out my phone and took a few pictures of Olivia's naked body. With these pictures I could proudly say to my friends that I had had sex with Olivia, and lay my claim on the bet we staked on her. I retrieved the money from the bag and tucked it inside my side pocket, and before stepping out, I shot Olivia a final look. My chest tightened as I felt a pang of guilt, but I ignored the feeling knowing that survival is for the fittest. For the past two years I have worked as chauffeur at Chase’s Family, and my meager paycheck could barely afford me any comfort. Bye Olivia, I muttered and stormed out of the hotel room.It was almost 8:am when I returned home. I was getting ready to go to work when I received a text message from my employer; Nana. [Hi, Andr

OliviaI held my breath for a second and looked into the eyes of this stranger who had just introduced himself as Andrew. Tagging along with him to the hotel? Someone I barely knew?“You can trust me, Olivia, I just want to help you.”His words softened me instantly, because It was the first time since my parents died that I was kindly spoken to, and from a total stranger, unlike my own blood sister who at best spelt it to my face that I was useless.I gave it a thought for a while, and I knew he was a Godsend. How could I even say no when I had nowhere to sleep tonight. “It's fine, Andrew.” I fondled the money for a while before I tucked it inside my small handbag that was on the table“Let me help you with that,” He quickly grabbed the bag from the table and secured it under his arm. I felt my being come alive with this little gesture. I couldn't help but gasp when his warm palm pressed against mine as he supported me to my feet.“Thank you,” I said in a voice barely above whisper