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... The first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains of the Erickson mansion, casting a soft light over the bedroom. Robert woke after the most wonderful sleep he had ever experienced but soon felt his right hand a little bit numb. He felt a smooth and delicate touch on his chest, and something was lying on top of him. That should be uncomfortable right? But it wasn't, it was more soothing than disturbing. He cautiously wrapped his arms around the smooth body, and his eyes opened up after a night of unusually comfortable slumber. The first thing he noticed was the warmth beside him. Turning his head slightly, to see the most beautiful face in the world, at least in his world. A smile tugged on his lips. He noticed Izzy cuddled up next to him, comfortably resting her head on his chest, her exquisite features softened by slumber. Wasn't she resisting his touch, yesterday? He raised his fingers and slowly tapped her nose. "Do you think I am
Author's point of view... Just as they entered the room, a man followed them. Izzy stepped aside, letting him pass. "Sir, here are the things you asked for." Jake, Robert's new secretary, brought a huge box. As Robert gestured for him to enter the room and towards the coffee table in the corner of the room, Jake followed the orders. Placing the huge carton on the table, Jake bowed respectfully and left. Once Jake left the room, Robert turned to Izzy, expecting curiosity, and raised his eyebrows. That girl stood hanging her head. No expression on her face which pissed Robert. "Go check them." He grunted, and Izzy, as if jolting out of her stupor, rushed to the coffee table. Izzy stared at the large box and wondered what it contained until she opened it and was aghast to see. That box was filled with books, books on psychology, her heart racing with both disbelief and excitement. But she couldn't comprehend. No one knows about her fondness for psychological studies.
Author's point of view... Izzy’s hands trembled as she clutched the book she had just pulled from the bottom of the box. The familiar brown cover, worn and faded from years of use, immediately brought her back to a time long before she had been trapped in Robert’s world. It was her mother’s book, one of the very few personal belongings that had survived after she had lost her. This book was like a life journal for her. She forgot to take that book with her when she was in the Brown's mansion for holidays and when she returned there and searched for it, Lissa told her that she had thrown the dusty book away. Izzy was so heart broken that it took too long for her to regain her mind back. "So, she sold it..." Izzy muttered to herself. A part of the leather cover of that book was burnt. The sight of it broke something inside her. She hadn’t been prepared for this. As Izzy slowly opened it, her eyes lit up. Her mother’s handwriting was scrawled on the inside cover, a small, af
Author's point of view... Who was her mother? Why had that particular book set off such an emotional reaction? Robert's mind was in a maze, thinking deeply about the girl's uncontrollable emotions. Izzy’s voice broke the silence, soft but strained. “You can never understand. You can never know that pain, Mr. Erickson." Her words were laced with bitterness, but beneath it, he sensed something else, something fragile, vulnerable. Robert frowned, his suspicions growing. There was something about Izzy’s past that he didn’t know. When Mike gave him the entire information about her, Mike did mention that Izzy's biological mother was so mysterious, with no background or to be clear, with a hidden background, about which even their experts couldn't find much. At that time, Robert didn't care much and asked Mike to stop digging up, but now that he saw there was more to this than seen to the eyes, he wanted it all. He wanted to know everything about Izzy, her past, her family's secr