Nicholas' POVToday marks the day when I will meet Laura's father and bring him home to visit her. After dressing up, I left my room. It was still a bit early, so I assumed Laura would still be in her room. I lightly tapped on the door, and within seconds, it swung open, revealing a slightly disheveled Laura.I couldn't help but smile at her appearance. Even though she had just woken up and looked a bit disarrayed, she still took my breath away."Good morning, Prince Charming," she greeted, stifling a yawn."Good morning, my love. Did you have a restful night?" I inquired."How could I, when you weren't beside me?" she replied with a giggle, attempting to be flirtatious in the morning. If I hadn't already needed to get ready for work, we might have indulged in a quick moment of intimacy. She licked her lips and playfully tugged at my tuxedo."You're looking quite dapper yourself," she whispered into my ear, her tone seductive."I understand, baby. Calm down. I have an appointment to a
Nicholas' POVHe returned my handshake and nodded his head, saying, "Indeed, I am.""Please, have a seat," I urged as I noticed his momentary hesitation. This wasn't what I had imagined. I had heard about how powerful of a man he was, but his current demeanor was different from the mental image I had formed. Perhaps it was because of his daughter.Tension lingered in the air as our gazes met. Eventually, he cleared his throat and began to speak."Thank you for safeguarding my daughter, Mr. Nicholas. I was…""Apologies, you can just call me Nicholas," I interjected, immediately regretting the interruption. He maintained a calm expression, showing no signs of anger."I heard about everything that transpired—how Juarez, a rival of mine, attempted to kill my daughter," his eyes darkened, and a grim expression settled on his face."Juarez isn't entirely despicable. You must have seriously offended him for him to resort to such a drastic action," I defended Juarez, despite disliking the met
Nicholas' POVHer eyes grew dark, and her expression turned frigid as she fixed her gaze upon him. With an abrupt motion, she rose from her seat and redirected her attention towards me, a sinister glint evident in her eyes."How could you? How could you bring this man into this home, after everything he has done?" Her voice, sharp and laden with a blend of anger and bitterness, reverberated through the room.I was utterly confused. I had thought it would be a pleasant surprise for her, not having seen him all her life. I believed she needed to hear his side of the story regarding why everything happened the way it did."Calm down, Laura. He has some things to tell you; please, hear him out," I urged."I don't want to hear anything he has to say!" She interjected, her eyes shooting daggers at me. She spun around to face her father, whose eyes had turned red."I never want to see you again in my entire life. Make sure you don't show your face around me ever again!" A tear ran down her c
Laura's POVWhat had he just said? Did I hear him correctly? Did he just imply that I was the one acting like a child? I was seething with anger!"Excuse me! Who are you referring to as a child?" I snapped."Oh, come on, Laura! That's enough. I didn't call you a child; I said you were acting like one," he replied, moving to the sofa and taking a seat."What's the difference?" I questioned, glaring at him. I was itching for a confrontation. After what he had done to me, I needed to vent my frustration."Laura!""Nicholas!" I shot back."Why are you getting so worked up?" His brows furrowed as he stood up, towering over me with his height.I wasn't the least bit intimidated by him; if anything, it only fueled my anger."What was the meaning of what you did downstairs, huh?"I wanted to slap him; my blood was boiling."How dare you, Nicholas? How dare you bring my father here without my consent, after all he did?""What did he actually do? Leave you and your mom shortly after you were bo
Laura's POVI casually turned around to face him, maintaining my composure. I glanced at the lady accompanying him and offered a friendly smile."Hello there, I am Laura," I introduced myself before Nicholas had a chance to.The lady ignored me and redirected her attention to Nicholas, inquiring, "Who is she?"Nicholas assessed me from head to toe before meeting my gaze and replied, "She is Laura, a friend of mine.""Oh, I see," she remarked, gazing at me with a cynical smile. "Nice to meet you, my dear. I'm Rachel." I wished she had extended her hand for a greeting; then, I would have reciprocated and mirrored her indifference.She casually leaned her head on Nicholas' shoulder and slipped her arm through his. Throughout this, Nicholas stared at me with a hint of anger in his eyes.He then proceeded to walk past me, ascending the stairs towards his room. I heard the door close before I retreated to my own room. I was torn, my heart aching. I had no idea he would follow through with i
Laura's POVI locked eyes with him as I kept walking down the staircase. His brows were furrowed, and his lips curled up in anger."I am wearing a dress, Nicholas," I replied calmly. Staring into space, I said, "I remember saying we were going to the club, correct?""I said we were going to the club; I never said you should dress like a slut." I was infuriated at his words but decided to keep my cool. I already had everything planned out; I wasn't going to let anything interfere with my plans.He dared to imply I was a slut? Well, that's fine; I'd just have to add it to the list of things he has been doing."This is a game you started, Nicholas. It's a good thing; two can play.""Well, this is what I feel comfortable wearing," I said, averting my gaze from his and forcing a smile. "Shall we?"He came close to me, barely inches away. He breathed heavily on my skin; his breath was hot. "You better not try anything silly at the club, do you hear me?" he asked, anger evident in his voice.
Nicholas' POVHe stood there, eyeing me with a look of fear in his eyes. The temptation to give him a slap, just to jog his memory, was overwhelming. Perhaps he had forgotten that I had just posed a question to him."Neato!" I snapped."Yes... s-s-s boss..." he stammered."Where on earth is Laura?" I inquired, my voice strained with anger and frustration. I was making every effort to keep my composure, especially considering that I was in the company of a highly important business partner."She mentioned her intention to leave the lounge, and I strongly urged her to stay," he said, seeking affirmation from his colleague.He turned his gaze back to me, visibly nervous, and continued, "Then, she insisted on using the restroom. At that point, it became impossible to refuse, so...""So, what's the point, Naeto? Quit dragging this out and get to the point!" I snapped."So, we escorted her to the women's restroom and waited outside. After about ten minutes, we realized she wasn't in there a
Nicholas' POVHere she was, asking what I did when she was the reason everything happened. She looked fierce and angry, likely having overheard my conversation with Carlos."What did you do, Nicholas?" she snapped. Realizing it was more serious than I had initially thought, I motioned to Carlos to give us some privacy. After he left, I took a few steps toward her."You want to know what I did?" I asked, gazing into her eyes which had darkened with anger. "I killed a man. I killed a man because of you, Laura. That's what I did."Her brows furrowed, and her face flushed red. "How dare you? How dare you take a life and then dare to blame it on me?" she exclaimed."Don't ever ask me such a question again! Who the hell do you think you are to question me?" I retorted. How did it all come to this? When did I stoop to such a level, allowing a mere lady to raise her voice at me and dictate what I should or should not do? What insolence! Nicholas, just look at what you've become, I thought.I
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