Author's point of view... After two days of rest, Dan assisted with the discharge procedures while Robert himself escorted Izzy out of the hospital. Although Robert visited Izzy many times in these two days, Izzy never spoke to him after that last conversation, and he didn't talk as well. All he wanted to know about her condition was personally explained by Daniel or any of the other hospital employees on duty to him. The tension between them was palpable, a thick, suffocating cloud that neither of them could break through. The physical wounds might have started to heal, but the emotional scars were still fresh, raw, and festering. As they walked out of the hospital, Izzy tumbled on the road and before she could fall, Robert kept a protective hand on Izzy’s waist, scooping her up in his arms. "Be careful...!" he muttered, guiding her towards the waiting car. She looked up at him and their gaze met, but instead of feeling grateful, she gritted in frustration. She didn’t r
Author's point of view... Robert entered, his presence itself demanding dominance. Robert’s entrance into the hall was like a cold wind slicing through the heated room. Every eye turned to him, the air thick with tension and unspoken accusations. Izzy trailed behind him, her presence barely acknowledged by the hostile crowd that had gathered to strip Robert of his dignity and power. However, she felt a shiver run down her spine when she saw the malicious look on the faces of the crowd. John and Selina exchanged satisfied glances, their expressions smug as they realized that their scheme to undermine Robert was nearing its climax. They had been waiting for this day to come for years. The whispers of his supposed inability to touch a woman, to fulfill his duties as a man, had spread like wildfire in the entire family. They were certain that today, Robert would finally be brought to his knees. After all, their weaved plan had finally come to a satisfying success. The old lady,
Author's point of view... Holding Izzy close as if she were the most precious thing in the world, Robert stared at her beautiful eyes. The shock on Izzy’s face mirrored that of everyone else in the room. He locked both hands with one of his as he was sure she would resist and pinned her closer. And then, before she or anyone could react, Robert leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a deep, possessive kiss. The gesture was both tender and commanding, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind about the nature of their relationship. The room erupted into chaos. Gasps of disbelief echoed off the walls as relatives shot to their feet, their expressions ranging from astonishment to fury. Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock, her icy facade momentarily cracking as she took in the sight of her grandson defying every expectation. John and Selina’s faces twisted in rage. This was not how things were supposed to go. They had been so sure that Robert’s weakness would be his undoing that the rumor
Author's point of view... Harvey called out for the guards and the uninvited guests inside the mansion understood that they were not welcome here. They stood up one by one and left the mansion after looking at Evelyn for one last time. It was embarrassing to be insulted by Robert but humiliation was the least they could think about. Evelyn's face turned pale and she still stared at the retreating figure of her grandson. Though she always wanted him to get married, she never imagined that he would marry a no body like Izzy. She stamped her feet on the floor as she muttered in anger. Selina had collected all the information about Izzy, though that wasn't all true. Actually, Selina and John couldn't dig anything out about Izzy and so they created a story of their own to infuriate the old lady. According to them, Izzy was born out of wedlock and was raised by her characterless mother, who worked as a bar dancer. Just the mere thought of Izzy staying by her grandson's side had inf
Author's point of view... "This… this can’t be real,” Izzy stammered, shaking her head in disbelief. “I never… I didn’t agree to this!” Robert watched her carefully, his expression giving nothing away. “You signed the papers, Izzy. You agreed. We are already married and you are my wife...” Izzy’s mind raced back to the time when Robert had forced her to sign an empty contract when they met for the second time. Wasn't that a slavery contract...?? The memory hit her like a freight train, and she gasped, her eyes widening in realization. “You tricked me,” she whispered, horror dawning on her. “You made me sign those papers without telling me what they were!” Robert didn’t flinch. He simply nodded, confirming her accusation. “Yes, I did.” The cold admission made Izzy’s blood boil. “How could you do this to me?” Her voice cracked with fury. “You manipulated me, and now you’re saying I’m your wife?” Robert’s expression finally softened, and for a moment, he almos
Author's point of view... Robert took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving her. He wanted to be mad at her or shout at her but as he saw her shivering, he couldn't help himself. He walked over to her and squatted down. He didn't know why his crazy stone heart forced him to come near to her. He wanted to embrace her and fill her with his warmth it had never been his style at all. But soon, as if shocking himself, he stopped in his tracks and retreated his hands, opening to hug her. Izzy was unaware of whatever that was going on before her. She didn't look up until Robert's unexpectedly cold tone echoed in her ears. Though as cold as a glacier, Izzy felt his need in his words. “Because I want you,” he said quietly. Izzy slowly raised her head in disbelief. What did he just say??? Was that some kind of confession or something!! “Not just for showing to others, not just for that damn family of mine. I need you because…” He hesitated, the next words seemingly difficult for him to
Author's point of view... Leaving the startled Izzy behind, Robert strode towards the bathroom and got changed. When he got out, Izzy was long gone. Robert didn't try to go see her as he knew very clearly that though angry, she wouldn't dare do anything abruptly. As he stood before his computer in his office, his phone buzzed with a call. It was Noah, Robert immediately answered his call. "Is it done?" Roberts cold and domineering voice echoed in Noah's ears before he could even greet him. "Yes, boss, everything is done," Noah replied excitedly. "What about the man?" "He is shifted to the hospital to get treated. Trust me, Boss, that young man is so good, I don't know how he survived all these days." Robert didn't say anything and feeling that it was a green signal to continue, Noah continued talking about Dave's condition. "The doctor said he was starved for over a month and yet that young man was still alive. I asked the doctor to take good care of him..." "Did y
Author's point of view... Noah and Mike stood before a sea of dead bodies after a good fight with the small gangs supporting Michael. "Aah..it was too tiresome..." Noah exhaled, exhausted. Mike smirked crookedly. "Weren't you after my position all these years?" Noah shot him an annoying glance, Mike continued as he blew the gunpowder from his gun, "Now enjoy it..." Noah gritted frustratingly. If it was possible, he would have never joined this gang in the first place, let alone going after the position of a robot who was designed to kill people. No way...!! Noah muttered to himself. "I would rather be a Playboy like how I used to be..." he smacked before walking out. Noah was only responsible for gathering any kind of information regarding the work or people as ordered and he was quite good at his work. Whereas, Mike was responsible for eliminating or torturing them if needed. He was like a robot programmed to do every evil deed without a blink of emotions disturbing his
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