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
Author's point of view... Dan barged in with a solemn expression. Anyone who saw him at that very moment would panic, but the two creatures present in the room were preoccupied with their seriousness. Though Izzy jolted for a fraction of a second, she lowered her head and ignored the man who just entered, completely as if she didn't see him. Whereas Robert just glanced at Dan before returning to his work. Dan walked in immediately and started talking in a rush. "Boss...It's... it's so urgent" Robert furrowed his brows and asked coldly, "What brought you here, Dan? What is so urgent that you can't even knock on the door?" Dan hesitated and looked at Izzy. He did make some mistakes, but the matter was so urgent that he couldn't help but rush to Robert right when James informed him. Dan took a deep breath and averted his gaze from Izzy, who was now staring at them, bewildered. "Boss, it's about D..." Dan tried to say, but Robert glared at hi,m, which made Dan stop talk
Author's point of view... "The specialist gave the treatment sheet about Mr.Dave Brown and it's..." Dan began in a tense tone. "And it's what...?" Robert grunted; he was already so annoyed because from the moment Dave was admitted into the hospital, many doctors from all over the country had checked upon him and declared that the young man could not be saved. Using his influence, Robert summoned all the famous surgeons and medical specialists from all over the world. However, nothing seemed to working well with him. All of them had stated only one thing as if reading out of the same book, that it might not be possible to keep Dave alive for long. And Robert wanted to save Dave as he was the only son alive for the Brown family. Actually, being beaten, starved, and locked for so long, Dave's internal organs were all infected. The infection was so dangerously spread through his entire body that he had been kept under the artificial life support in the hospital. Dave was so we
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