"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice wavering at the end. Something was not right and my gut was indicating something else.
Hell will freeze before I agree on being his fiancee.
He cleared his throat and nodded as if having an internal conversation with himself. "Your mother and I have come to an understanding to wed you off to me." And once again in just a span of a few hours, the land beneath me was snatched.
I got up and was about to scream and give him a piece of mind but he held my hand and glared at me.
"Now no need to make a scene. Sit your ass down. We can talk about this." His voice had that dangerous edge to his voice and I sat down again and squirmed under his gaze.
"What is there to talk about?" I said with a hiss and he just looked at me.
"Your mother.." He started but I cut him off.
"Stepmother!"
"Yes. Your stepmothe
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The night was still young and I knew I won't be going home tonight. It was better if I stayed away from that house that just reeked of greed. Walking down the deserted street in my high heels was not what I wanted but I could not even do anything about it. Everything was rushing me to do something impulsive yet I just walked down like a normal person. No one knew what was actually going inside my head. People would pity me if they find out I had a liability of fifty thousand dollars. It wasn't five thousand dollars that I could pay but something way out of my league. I really had no idea what I was going to do about it. The music coming from one of the bars on the other side of the street had me stilling in my place. The place looked very colorful and lively and a long line of cars parked indicated the crowd. The security guards were patrolling the area and without a second thought, I made my way across the street. Showing my I
Fuck fuck fuck. Everything was falling apart and I couldn't help but sit behind my desk and smoke my guts out. Nothing made sense. And to top it all, mother wasn't feeling well. I took a long drag of the toxic stick between my fingers when I felt a headache forming. A knock snapped me back to reality and I let out a puff of smoke as I permitted Rhodes to enter. "Boss. I-I— You fired another nurse." He asked hesitantly and I just rolled my eyes. "Yes. Such a headache." It was the fourth nurse in three days that I had fired. I remember what happened last night. START OF FLASHBACK! I was in my study at home when the knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts and, straightening up, I cleared my throat before permitting whoever it was to enter the room. The door was pushed open before the nurse's cheap perfume surrounded the room and I almost cringed in absolute disgust. It could be only
I was checking out girls sitting on the barstool when my eyes landed on that short dress temptress. I had no idea if I was hallucinating or if God was merciful enough to give me a chance at her. My eyes were trained on her every move. The way she swayed her hips, the way she moved her hands in the air going along with the beat. It was all so tempting. She looked hot as fuck and I was grateful I did not have to shoot some fucker making a move on her. She was laughing and enjoying along with some other girls and I couldn't help but admire her from afar. I downed another shot of whiskey that left a burning sensation in my system. I lost count of how many shots I took but I knew with the way my head was blurry that I took more than I usually do. God. This woman was driving me crazy and I haven't even made a move yet. As she came back to take her seat on the stool her mesmerizing scent hit my nostrils and I couldn't help but take de
The weather was harsh outside, the downpour started in the early evening and continued through the night, a heavy pelting of water that thundered against rooftops and drowned out the sound of all else, yet he didn't raise his head from under the pile of unattended files surrounding his mahogany desk. Darkness had settled itself around him, the only light came through his laptop screen, his eyes fixed on the sleek gadget, sophisticated fingers typing away at the keypad. His sole focus was on what was being presented on the screen as the howling of winds, pitter-patter of rain and the thundering sky didn't steal his attention. Alone at the office was where he found his peace. But that night something didn't feel alright, and he sensed it, yet had no time to ponder on the uneasiness. Whatever the circumstances, his work came first, and every single acquaintance of his knew it very well. He never liked compromising with his work. His sophistication and dedica
"Boss it was indeed Jeremy Lincoln behind Ms. Lucy's accident. He made it look like a hit and run but we found the owner of the car whose tire traces we found near her car. The car belonged to his colleague who was executed last month for attempted rape." Salim finished what he had found in the last two days. "Why he had his colleague's car?" I asked sitting up, suddenly interested in what more he had to say. "Boss I am not a hundred percent sure but many scenarios lead to Jeremy somehow involved in the rape case." He rubbed the corner of his eyebrow. "I am still digging into it. There are many loopholes that I found in the case and some things were either missing or overlooked." He finished with a hard frown. "Who was the victim of rape?" He hesitated. "Mother of Jeremy boss." My heart sank at the mention of the rape of a mother. She did not deserve this. No one ever deserved it.
It was raining cats and dogs and I was pleased with the fact that I reached the hospital on time, or I would have been a drenched whale. I had a night shift at the hospital and couldn't be happier to get away from my house which was more like a mental asylum.Marina, my stepmother never left a chance to make me feel like an outcast. She was the real bitch I ever came across. That evil features and hate dripping down her eyes for me, alone. "Ms. Ambrose you are going to be in charge of all Dr. Frank's patients today as he is running late." Nat, the receptionist called out to me, handing me my schedule and I internally groaned at the list of names I had to attend to. Although I loved my job, it always worked like a coping mechanism for me but the tasks always used to get tiring. "Okay, Nat. Thanks." With that said I took off for room 23 that had my first patient of the night. I was done taking a round of the rooms I was in charge of when my
I can't describe what I am feeling. I am not happy, and I know that. but I am also not exactly sad either. I am just caught right in between all these emotions and I feel so empty. When you feel like nothing is going your way and you feel down, I pick myself up and help others even if I am hurt myself. Helping others and seeing their happiness always without a doubt make me happy, so happy that it can't be described in words.Helping others does not decrease your value, it only increases it. And this is what I have learned. I chose to be a nurse to help others. And there was one more reason why I chose nursing as my profession. My late mother was a nurse too. And maybe, just to feel a little closer to her, I did that. Maybe I wanted her to be proud of me. My dad never talked to me politely after his second marriage with Marina but sometimes, when he used to miss my mom, he'd tell me something about their previous lives. I only got to know
"Boss. I got Frank's call records. He alerted Draco about the transfer of Ms. Lysander to the main house." Salim stood away from the desk as Rhodes just sat there on the chair laid out in front of the desk, with a clenched jaw. "Frank betrayed us. I won't leave him. Bastard." Damon gritted out, throwing the first thing that came in his reach, a paperweight slamming against the white wall of his office. Both Salim and Rhodes didn't flinch but just sighed. Knowing the rage boiling inside of their employer. He was a hot-headed man and it didn't take seconds for him to explode. Sitting behind his office desk, he looked, deadly in the grey business suit that hugged him like a second skin. He had the kind of face that stopped people in their tracks. The rippling texture of his rich Viking-gold hair, which he meticulously managed, was an indication of his great health. His strong cheekbones were accentuated by his aquiline nose. His basalt jaw and