Nicholas POV I left Laura at the lounge and walked up the stairs to my room without even looking back. I knew i must have hurt her, i knew the way i acted with her will make her feel i didn't care. It was really for the best. I did what's best for the both of us. I told her it was fine, she could leave whenever she wanted to when all i wanted to do was ask her to stay. I couldn't do that, i could do that to her. A sweet innocent girl like her didn't deserve to be involved in a cruel world like mine. My world was too dangerous for her. I cannot always protect her, being with me would only make her a target for my enemies who want nothing but to cause me harm. This was for the best, yes, it was for the best. I went into the bathroom and had a cold shower. My mind and body was becoming fragile all because of one woman. I needed to jerk it back to reality, make it agile and strong again. I needed to get myself to think straight again. Love is very dangerous. A man like me doesn't dese
Nicholas' POV "What is it, Carlos?" I paused, waiting for a reply. "Talk to me!" I snapped, growing impatient. "We were attacked, I have been hit," Carlos said, his voice tense. I heard a gunshot, and the phone went dead. "Carlos! Carlos!" I called out desperately, but there was no response. "Naeto, John, track Carlos' location now," I commanded, urgency in my tone. "Okay boss." "He is at 72, boulevard street, about 2km from here," John reported. "Let's go!" I replied, grabbing my gun and securing it by the side of my trousers. I always carried a licensed gun with me due to the nature of my business, which constantly exposed me to danger. We arrived at the location within 30 minutes, and I had the venue surrounded by my men. With about 20 men at my disposal, it was relatively easy to take out the enemy. We found Carlos wounded, with a gunshot wound on his leg, and he was losing a lot of blood. "Find something and tie his leg immediately," I instructed John, and he promptly fol
Nicholas' POV The morning light had already filled the room, and Laura was still sleeping peacefully beside me. I couldn't help but think about what had happened the night before and the words she had said that kept me awake. Today, I was supposed to leave for Italy, but the new discovery weighed heavily on my mind. As I continued to gaze at her, trying to sort through my thoughts, she stirred and yawned, waking up. "Oh well! Finally awake," I thought. As soon as she saw me, she sat up abruptly in bed. "What am I doing here? How did I get here?" she asked in confusion. "Well, it's a long story," I replied, getting up from the bed. She looked at her clothes, and her eyes widened in shock. "What am I wearing? Wait, did you undress me last night?" Here we go, I thought to myself. "You don't remember anything from last night, do you?" I asked. She seemed completely surprised and bewildered. "What happened?" she asked. "You happened, Laura! I found you completely passed out on the
Laura's POV I looked at the person who had startled me. It was Nicholas, standing in front of my door, blocking my path. My plan had been to take my luggage downstairs and then ask him to have one of his drivers take me to Sonia's place. However, seeing him standing there before I could execute my plan was not what I had expected at all. I swallowed hard before speaking. "I am leaving. I wanted to come and tell you," I said. "Leaving to where exactly?" he asked, concern etching his face. Why did he want to know? Did he suddenly care about me again after having sex with me? Oh, men! "To Sonia's apartment, where I will be staying for a while," I replied. "I see," he said. "Is that what you really want, though?" he asked. Where was all this coming from? I was utterly confused. What did he mean by "is that what you really want?" "Pardon?" I asked, wanting him to repeat what he had just said. "Well, I remember you clearly telling me last night that you didn't have anywhere to go an
Laura's POV Why was Nicholas deserving of such profound gratitude? It couldn't just be the act of offering him employment and shelter. That alone wouldn't be enough reason for someone to claim they owe their life to him. Besides, this place felt more like a prison than a comfortable abode. Living here for an extended period couldn't be anyone's idea of a blissful life. Perhaps Nicholas had saved him from committing suicide? Yes, that could be it, I speculated. As if reading my mind, Gabriel chimed in, "Mr. Nicholas actually avenged the man who killed Samuel's family," he smiled. Ah, that must be the butler's name—Samuel. Thankfully, Gabriel clarified before I had to ask, avoiding any potential embarrassment of not knowing his name despite staying with him for over a month. Only an arrogant boss would commit such a blunder, but I wasn't even his boss. "So the fire incident wasn't an accident after all?" I inquired, feeling perplexed. "No, ma'am, it wasn't," Samuel replied, his voic
Laura's POV "What other reason could there be?" I asked. He didn't say anything. What other reason was he expecting? Wait, was he expecting me to say I was traveling with him because I wanted to be around him and couldn't bear the thought of staying far apart? Or maybe that I loved him so much and wanted to be wherever he was? If that was what he wanted to hear, then he needed to think again. I looked outside the window, at the surrounding bushes we passed. The environment was so serene and calm. A few moments later, we arrived at the airport. "Did you already book our flights?" I asked Nicholas. I had completely forgotten that flights needed to be booked for our journey to Italy. I would imagine someone like him would want to get first-class tickets. He wouldn't want to stay in economy class or even business class. I smiled at the thought. He was actually very influential, powerful, and wealthy. So it was a no-brainer. He looked at me, a surprised look on his face. "Uhhhm, why wou
Nicholas' POV I looked back at her with desire-filled eyes. She held the curtains in her hands and looked down in shock at the sight before her. I didn't care; I couldn't afford to care at that point. Her presence had not changed anything for me; I was still engrossed in the act. Frustrated, she stormed out of the scene. I eventually released into the flight attendant's mouth, and she seemed to enjoy it. She wiped her mouth and stood up while I went to the bathroom to clean up. I always made sure she got paid handsomely and was well taken care of. Thoughts of Laura suddenly flooded my mind. Why did she come in when she did? Why did she have to see me in the act? I thought furiously and returned to my seat. Laura's POV I heard moans coming from the back. "No, it can't be!" I thought. Nicholas can't be having sex on board. Was he pleasuring himself? He is the only one capable of moaning like that here. Any other person would probably get thrown out of the moving jet for doing that w
Laura's POV He motioned for me to walk before him. I didn't want to obey him, but I didn't want to start an argument, so I just did as I was told. I got down from the jet and looked around; we were at an airport. I saw a convoy of three cars with a black limousine in the middle. Bodyguards surrounded the cars. I didn't need to be told; they were all Nicholas' men. They were there to take their boss home. I did a head count of the men, and there were about twelve of them. They greeted Nicholas as we got close and opened the door. Nicholas let me go in before him, and when he got in, the car was shut. He glanced over at me, and I held his gaze for a few seconds before looking away. I went farther away from him to the other side of the car and looked out the window. He pulled me back close to him slowly. I didn't resist, but I didn't look at him either. "What's wrong, Laura?" he asked with a concerned voice. Typical of him to ask me what was wrong when he knew the exact answer to that
Laura's POVHe beamed at the crowd, enthusiastically waving to them. For some inexplicable reason, our eyes locked from a considerable distance. At first, I assumed he hadn't noticed me.However, as I sensed his gaze lingering on my location for an extended moment, I decided to depart. My heart raced as I rose from my spot and maneuvered through the crowd, steering myself toward the exit.How could he possibly be here? Was this merely an eerie coincidence? I pondered intensely about how this situation had unfolded. I had just reached the exterior where the car I arrived in was parked when his haunting voice reverberated behind me."Laura, we need to talk."I found myself frozen, incapable of movement."There's nothing to talk about, Fernando," I snapped irritably. I wasn't pleased with how everything had unraveled. It wasn't entirely his fault; I shared the blame. If I hadn't succumbed to his advances, that heated moment at the club might never have occurred.Who knows, maybe Nicholas
Nicholas' POVThis just can't be happening again. Why has Laura decided to treat me this way? Why has she decided to betray me again? I had a security detail watching her every move. I just couldn't trust her again after what she did. I found out she had gone to a club with Sonia, where she met up with Fernando and engaged in sexual activities with him in a lounge.I was so irritated and furious. I picked up my phone and dialed her number, it rang and she didn't answer. "Damn it! Pick up your call, for God's sake!" I muttered underneath my breath.She didn't pick up. That infuriated me even more. I stood from my chair and rammed my fist into the wall in anger. Laura, how could you do this?I called Carlos, and he picked up almost immediately."We are leaving first thing tomorrow morning.""But boss, the meeting is in two days, we...""I said we are leaving tomorrow morning!""Okay, boss." He knew better than to keep bothering me when I was angry. I left my study and went to my room, k
Laura's POVI rose abruptly from my chair, determined to put an end to this ordeal once and for all. His persistence was becoming infuriating, even after I had left him. Considering how closely he seemed to be monitoring my life, he likely knew by now that I was married to Nicholas. I made my way towards the hallway, where the private lounges were located. These spaces were reserved for the wealthy and influential patrons who preferred seclusion, away from the ordinary crowd in the bar, seeking their comfort in the company of women.I continued past the first lounge and then the second. The door to the second lounge was slightly ajar, revealing a group of men and women inside. Each lounge had its own set of bodyguards stationed outside, presumably for the protection of those within. One of the men from the second lounge noticed me and began to approach."What's a beautiful woman like you doing out here all alone?" he inquired, attempting to grab my arm. Swiftly, I evaded his grasp."
I've been incredibly angered since the events in Paris transpired. How could she? How could she terminate our unborn child? Did she ever truly love me? If she did, she wouldn't have made that choice, considering what we shared.It was deeply disheartening and agonizing to realize that I married someone capable of such an act. Some may argue it's not murder, as the baby wasn't fully formed, but I view it differently. Taking the life of your own child, even in the early stages, feels like a form of murder to me.Every aspect of her actions disgusts me, yet I acknowledge that deep down, I still have feelings for her. Right now, I need time to release my anger fully and eventually find a place in my heart to forgive her.It's a fact that people sometimes make regrettable choices. I had forgiven her for running away with Fernando, and I believe I'll eventually forgive her for terminating my pregnancy, but it will require time—oh, quite a bit of time.Suddenly, there was a knock on my door.
Laura's POVI was dumbfounded, rendered speechless by the abrupt turn of events. He took his briefcase and stormed out, leaving me behind in disbelief. This morning had taken an unexpected and hurtful turn. Instead of the passionate moments I had hoped for, we were now drifting further apart.As tears trickled down my face, I fell to my knees. I listened to the fading sound of cars as they left the house until it was replaced by an eerie silence. Nicholas had left for London, and I felt utterly shattered. My heart was broken into tiny pieces.Crying wouldn't solve the problem. I stood up, wiped my tears, and left his room, closing the door behind me. On my way downstairs, I met Sonia, who was just leaving her room.Upon seeing me, she called out, "Laura!" I walked sluggishly towards her, and she immediately sensed that something was amiss from my gloomy demeanor."What's wrong, Laura?" she asked, her tone filled with concern.I sighed heavily. "He just left for London on a business tr
Laura's POVI paid rapt attention, eager to hear the advice Sonia had to offer. I was desperate for guidance, something that could help mend my fractured relationship with Nicholas.Our current situation was unbearable. We were a married couple, yet we were sleeping in separate bedrooms. This couldn't continue, and I hoped Sonia had a solution to offer.She cleared her throat and began, "Laura, you bruised his ego by your actions. If you had truly loved him at that time, you wouldn't have gone through with the abortion."Her words hit me hard, as they weren't the advice I had hoped for, and her assumption was entirely wrong. I did love Nicholas then; I just believed our relationship was irreparably damaged."What you need to do now is offer a heartfelt apology," she continued, gripping my hand firmly.I pulled my hand away and got up from the chair. "You think I haven't already tried that?" I responded. "I've apologized to him, Sonia. He brushed it off with a simple 'It's fine' and th
Laura's POVThe message left me completely baffled. I had blocked Fernando's number, determined to sever all ties with him after uncovering his hidden secrets. Now, he was texting me from an unfamiliar number? At a time when I was still grappling with the consequences of my actions because of him? I swiftly deleted the message from my phone and tossed it aside.When we arrived at the house, I remained in the car, expecting Nicholas to come around and open the door for me, as he always did. However, this time, he didn't. Instead, he instructed the butler to bring our luggage up and proceeded straight ahead, leaving me to exit the car on my own.Observing the situation, the butler quickly opened the door for me. "Thank you," I muttered as I got out of the car, feeling the ache in my legs from wearing heels. I made my way into the house, and there I saw Nicholas heading upstairs. Abraham stood by the door, wearing a curious expression."What's going on?" Abraham asked, gesturing towards
Laura's POVHis expression appeared bleak, and I could sense his simmering anger. This couldn't be happening to me now. I didn't regret sharing what had happened, but I did regret waiting so long to tell him.What if I had just been honest when I returned? Would things be different? Would he be more receptive to it now than he is?I observed him, sitting on the couch, lost in his thoughts. He tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling.The desire to go to him, console him, and express my apologies consumed me. I stood up and walked over, taking a seat beside him on the couch.He remained unmoved, staying where he was. I considered it a positive sign; if he were angrier, he would have distanced himself further on the chair to convey his anger.I placed my hand on his, and he ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh, okay.""I am so sorry, Nicholas, for what happened. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would definitely do things differently," I sobbed.He looked at me for the firs
Nicholas' POV I had anticipated tears and declarations of her love for her son, expressing her desire not to be separated from him. Had she done that, I would have released her, as I had no intention of separating a mother from her child.Her response was quite the opposite. She readily agreed, solely to save herself, and declared that she wanted nothing to do with the child. She went on to describe him as a burden she had been dealing with for over two years. In fact, I later learned that she had only seen him once or twice a month. She had rented an apartment and left him there under the care of a nanny who took excellent care of him.It was disheartening that my son had to endure such an arrangement at the hands of his mother. I provided her with financial support, and she departed after taking an oath never to appear before me again.Laura and I were determined to raise him with all the love and care he truly deserved.After a memorable wedding day and with everyone settling into