Author's point of view... It was nine in the evening. Izzy got out of the elevator, her eyes red. She wiped her tears away and cleaned her face before going to the manager to get off duty. Just before entering the manager's cabin, Izzy clenched her fist on her skirt and took a deep breath. "I must not tell anyone what happened in the elevator..." "I can't afford to lose this job..." She wants this job at any cost. She accepted this daily-paying work when Lissa contacted her early in the morning to let her know that her father's medical payments were overdue. Strengthening her resolve, she extended her hand and knocked on the door. "Get in..." the cold voice of the manager rang from inside. Izzy stepped in with her head hung and stood before the manager. "Sir, I completed the task, can I go home now?" But before the trembling girl completed her words, a file came flying through the air and hit her forehead. "You useless thing." the manager barked. "Just take it
Author's point of view... Collecting herself, Izzy knew her destiny. She had to go to him. She had to face whatever was waiting for her. She trembled at the thought of what that man would do to her. His eyes were filled with lust. And he also knew everything about her. What else could she think of? Standing before the Chairman's cabin on the topmost floor, Izzy hesitated. Her phone vibrated again, dragging her out of the trance. She will be defiled today. Stepping in was just like stepping inside an inferno to her. She heaved a sigh at her helplessness and knocked on the door. "Get in" The cold voice of a man reverberated from inside. Hanging her head down with shame and reluctance, Izzy opened the door and stepped in. The room was dimly lit, giving it an aura of a devil's lair indeed. There at the centre of the room was a huge desk and behind it was a chair, swinging. Izzy stood frozen. Though the temperature in the room was maintained to be normal, her ent
Author's point of view... Robert's expression clouded, as though the atmosphere had grown ominous. Izzy stopped her struggle and looked at his face. Her heart leapt into her mouth, and her heart was audibly mulling within her chest. His silent stare made her eyes open wide, her face turned pale, and she could feel the bile rising in her throat. She was having trouble breathing and felt nauseous, her heart hammering in her chest and making her doubt that she would survive. "Everything that I do is appropriate..." he stated in his husky voice as his deep brown eyes glared at her innocent face, trailing from her beautiful eyes to her luring red lips. Izzy quivered in his arms. He walked towards a door at the corner of the office. "Where ...where are you taking me?" Izzy couldn't stay still anymore. She asked him immediately. However, there wasn't any answer. That entrance led to another room inside the office. With all the necessary furniture, the room was spacious and opulent
Author's point of view... Robert stayed silent for a while looking at her quivering lips. Izzy was in his arms and her heart was thumping like a drum. She felt uneasy as his strong fingers wrapped her waist. "Sir, I...I..." she stuttered but froze suddenly as her phone rang. "Sir, I need to take the call" she tried to free herself sliding her hand into her bag to take out her mobile. Robert let her go. Izzy's beautiful face contorted as she saw the name flashing on the screen. "Mom..." before she could say anything, the voice on the other side bombarded a series of unpleasant curses. "You unfilal bitch...! How could you do that to your father? He treated you so well. But look at you...you can't even pay his hospital bills. Did I ask you to die for him... You can't even do such a simple thing..." Izzy immediately reduced the sound of her mobile and looked at Robert if he had heard anything. But luckily Robert was busy typing something in his phone. Izzy took a breath of
It just pays twenty bucks for a day. By now, she had amassed one hundred and eighty bucks. She needs that twenty bucks to cover the first part of her father's hospital bill which is almost five hundred dollars. Though she still needed to make the three hundred dollars, she could at least petition the hospital administration for an extension of time to pay with the little money she had. This was the end of her patience. Just as she was beginning to feel she could actually live a better life, everything shattered again. Robert studied the open display of despair unfolding in front of him, a sense of delight lighting up his eyes. He sneered and said, "You want money..." she looked up and nodded. "Work for me..." he said and Izzy felt her whole body break into a cold sweat. He pulled her face closer to him, just an inch away from his lips. "Please me and I will pay you" Izzy quivered. Her eyes turned red. "Aren't you good at that?" he sneered. Izzy was furious. What th
Author's point of view... Fear and panic were swelling inside her whenever she thought of her father and she didn't know what to do now. If this man wanted to harm her family, there was no way she could save them anyway. She had exhausted all her options. Her heart beat furiously in her chest. In that panic, she could no longer feel the pain in her foot or her cheek, all her mind was filled with the fear that something might happen to her father. She whispered, her voice trembling, "If I accept this. Will you save my father?" Robert studied her face for a long time. Eventually, he seemed to decide he could get her any time. He smirked. Izzy sighed in defeat. This man before her is way too dangerous and powerful than she imagined. In just a few minutes, he managed to dig out all her information and even made her father suffer. She can't let this man go ahead with this. She didn't have the money she needed yet, and she certainly didn't want to spend the rest of her life
Author's point of view... "Sign this!" he demanded. She took the paper from him and began to flip it. At first, she thought it was some kind of contract or something but as she saw it, her brows creased. It was blank. Izzy was horrified. She started to feel faint and sick again. This is so unfair! she thought despondently. How could he make her sign a blank paper? When she regained consciousness, she shook her head vehemently. "No..." she said defiantly. "It's a blank paper. I will never agree to sign that." He gave a brief sneer before his eyes became icy once more. "Do you have any objection?" he asked in his ever-cold tone. Izzy couldn't think of anything to say. She was exhausted and she felt she could no longer fight him. He looked at her with a contemptuous smile, pulled out that piece of paper from her hands and stared at it. "Do you want me to write something on it? Maybe I can help you to write" Izzy stared at him, what did he mean? What will he write?
Author's point of view... Lissa and Claudia were waiting in the hospital lobby after the hospital authority had sent someone to inform them that they would have to stop the treatment if the due bills were not cleared tonight. Claudia received a call and went to attend it."Are you crazy? Why did you call me now?" she hushed through gritted teeth, her anger and frustration evident."Hey, darling, don't worry. I just missed you. This little doggy is making a ruckus here. Did you find that thing?" the man on the other side asked gleefully. Dave was tied to a chair before him, struggling hard to free himself."Not yet, keep your mouth shut, don't call me from now on. I will contact you once I get that thing and you can kill that doggy if you want by then" Claudia heaved a sigh and walked in towards the corridor. It wasn't an hour when some men in black uniforms stormed into the hospital lobby. Both the ladies stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock and confusion as the guards swi
Author's point of view...Just then, the kitchen door creaked open, and Lissa stepped out. She looked pale, her face carrying the weight of guilt and shame that had built up over years. She stopped a few steps away, her gaze glued to the floor. Izzy felt a tug of empathy at the sight of her aunt, who had always been hard on her. But now, seeing Lissa’s pained expression, Izzy understood the complicated truth. Slowly, Lissa took a deep breath and, with trembling hands, sank to her knees in front of Izzy. Her voice was barely a whisper, choked with tears. “Izzy… I don’t deserve your forgiveness, not after the way I treated you. I was so blinded… by jealousy, by my own misunderstandings. I thought—I thought you were Isaac’s mistake, something that reminded me of a betrayal that never even happened.” She covered her face, breaking down. “Stella… your mother… she gave us everything. And I repaid her by hurting her daughter. I’m so ashamed.” Izzy’s heart ached at the rawness in Liss
Author's point of view... The next day, they received an invitation for a family banquet from the Sintclair family. The old patriarch of the Sintclair family had arranged this banquet just for Izzy to introduce her as his granddaughter. After being dressed up, Robert drove them to the Sintclair family mansion, nestled among vast gardens and surrounded by elegance that hinted at generations of stories. Izzy’s nerves tightened as the towering mansion loomed closer, her hand instinctively reaching for Robert’s. He looked over, his eyes warm and steady. “Don’t worry, Izzy,” he murmured, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’m here, every step of the way.” She nodded, offering a small, grateful smile. “Thank you… I don’t think I could do this alone.” They stepped inside, and she was greeted by a room filled with unfamiliar yet strangely welcoming faces. She felt the weight of their gazes, curious, surprised, even delighted. She heard whispers of, "Doesn’t she look just li
Author's point of view... Getting back to the city, Robert immersed himself in his work. It was his way of dealing with grief. Though Izzy was always by his side, they rarely had anything to talk about. They eat together, live together, and sleep together, but there is still a distance between them. After a few days, Robert arranged for Izzy to return to her studies. Though she was so surprised, she was happy to be able to continue her studies. She took a specialization course in psychology. It was her dream to become an efficient Psychologist just like her mother and with her mother's professional books at her assistance, she was destined to exceed in everything. It had been six months since Izzy started college, and she had to stay in her college dormitory as the college she chose was far from the city. Robert missed her so much. He often drove all the way, for hours, to her college just to see her and hug her. Though she wasn't allowed to step out of the dormitory, who
Author's point of view... The day had begun with an air of hope, but it would end differently than anyone could have foreseen. It was a beautiful day, peaceful and filled with happiness scattering everywhere. Robert and Izzy stopped by to have a heartfelt meal with her and Nancy insisted on cooking it herself. Meanwhile, Robert took Izzy to roam around and she enjoyed playing in that beautiful scenery. Fresh air, fragrance of flowers and greenery. It felt like she was in heaven. "This is so beautiful..." Izzy exclaimed and Robert hugged her. "If you like it, we can visit more often in your holidays" "Hmm..." Izzy looked up and Robert smiled. Their cute conversation was interrupted by an affectionate call from Nancy."Kids... come here, the food is ready" When she called, Robert recalled his best days from the past when Nancy was with him, taking care of him, cooking for him. Though he can't get those days back, at least he have her now. He smiled and grabbed Izzy's hand to walk
Author's point of view... The very next day, Robert took Izzy to the Erickson estate in the country side. They had a vast land with so many farms and a lot of greenery, quite pleasing to the eye. As they drove into the countryside, Izzy’s eyes sparkled with delight. She took in the lush green fields, the quaint little cottages, and the open sky that stretched endlessly above them. There was a refreshing, earthy scent in the air, and Izzy felt as if she'd stepped into a fairytale.Her eyes lit up and Robert, who was in a deep thought, was so pleased to see her shine. He was silently sitting beside her, watching her with a gentle smile spreading across his handsome face. He’d never seen her this excited before, and it softened something within him. When they reached the village, they were greeted warmly by the locals. Though the villagers had little in terms of wealth, their welcoming smiles and heartfelt gestures more than made up for it. Erickson Corporation had implanted many
Author's point of view...! After saying whatever he wanted to say, Marco brushed his suit with his hands and walked over to the entrance. He stopped and stared back at Izzy as if filing his thirsty eyes with her one last time. She resembled so much of her mother, those beautiful pair of eyes and that adorable face, everything of Izzy, reminded him of his love, Stella. After admiring his long-lost daughter, Marco's gaze shifted back to Robert. And there was a change in his demeanor. The once soft and tender look was replaced with a harsh and cold one, but strangely, his gaze had a mixture of satisfaction and jealousy. He was indeed satisfied as his daughter was with a strong man, just like him but there was a pang of jealousy in his heart too. Izzy slowly clung to Robert's arms; her eyes were fixed on the stranger, who was supposed to be her father, though. If things were not what they are now, would she be looking at him with those scrutinizing gazes? He scoffed internally, pro
Author's point of view...! Marco looked down, guilt etched into his features. It was true. He was indeed a monster at that time. “Perhaps I did. But she was my life, and I will regret letting her go until my last breath,” he said, regretfully. "I want to take you with me, Izzy. I want to make up to you, to Stella. I want. To give you everything that I wasn't able to all these years..." "Enough..." William roared, "Take that kid with you...? Are you not satisfied that you destroyed my daughter? And now you want to ruin that innocent child...! I would never allow you to do that." The room fell into silence again. The old man was so angry that his entire body was shivering. "I will never allow you to take that child away?" William turned to his granddaughter and then to Robert as he declared in a commanding tone, "I am here to take my grandchild along with me today, she is my blood, the only thing that my daughter left behind..." the old man couldn't hold on any longer and bur
Author's point of view... As everyone settled into the grand sitting room of the Erickson mansion, the air was thick with anticipation. Marco took a deep breath, his usually hard gaze softened by sorrow and reflection. He stared at the floor for a moment, his voice low as he began. "Back then, I was the king. The one on the top where no one ever dared to look into my eyes." He said, though the words sounded as if he was proud of himself, his expression showed darkness that held inside his heart. He continued, "When you're at the top, people assume you have it all: power, respect, wealth. But the truth is, you are utterly alone," Marco stared, his gaze distant, caught in memories of the past. "I was strong, alive, yes, but I was not living. Until one day, I met someone who didn’t care about my status, my wealth, or my power. She was the first person who looked at me as simply a man. She dared to slap me across the face when I crossed a line, unafraid of who I was." He gla
Author's point of view... "Let's fight till the end..." Robert and Marco were like two huge bulls ready lock their horns. Their men were ready to start a fight on the spot. No one intending to back off. As Izzy noticed the thickness in the air, she shuddered and as if smacked back to reality, she instantly stood between them. Stopping them from fighting. "Please stop it..." she said to both while turning her head to Marco, she requested in a low tone. "Sir...I think you got the wrong person. I don't know you sir. My name is Izzy Brown and my father is Isaac Brown. My mother died when I was young and I never heard her talk about you or anything related to you..." "Isaac ...that bastard..." Marco gritted in frustration. "He was her bodyguard not her husband..." Izzy frowned. She was so angry that she wanted to push that man away and yell at him. She scoffed bitterly. Did he mean that her mother, the lady who lived her entire life, though smaller, in dignity had ch