Author's point of view... Noah cursed himself for bursting into the room in an awkward situation. He hung his head and walked in again but never dared to look at Robert or the young lady on his lap. "Boss...I...was..." "Shut up..." Robert grunted and Noah immediately stopped his stutter. Robert just asked him one thing. "Is everything ready?" "Yes, Boss..." Noah obediently replied, "Everything is ready, and I..." Noah wanted to explain everything to his boss but was cut off immediately. "Get out..." Robert grunted and Noah stumbled towards the door. Exhaling deep he rushed downstairs. All this while, Izzy was staring at Robert; she even forgot to blink her eyes, causing a layer of tears to form in her eyes again. As soon as Noah left the room, confirming that everything was arranged, Robert was standing up. Izzy smacked out of her trans and tried to snuggle away, but Robert's grip slid down to her back, and he held her tighter. She wanted to say something but all her wo
Author's point of view... As Helena and the others saw the smug smile on John's face, she thought that the tables have turned. Her brother, had finally did something better in his life. She stood up and abruptly pushed away those guards to walk herself out. Though the guards tried to stop her, they hesitated as their boss looked somewhat surprised himself. Robert was still unconvinced that the powerful people out there were here for John but for know he thought that it was better for him to stay calm. John walked to him and sneered. "It was you who played with the wrong guy..." John muttered disdainfully and was about to step out but Selina rushed over to him. "Honey, are they here to help us?" Selina was so happy with everything that was happening. It was like a dream come true. First time in her life, she was actually proud of her husband but all her happiness was choked in her throat as John pushed her away. He looked at her, narrowed his eyes and smirked. "They are here t
Author's point of view...Marco. Marco Desouza, the moment Robert's eyes fell on him, his mind stirred. Marco Desouza, the king of the Italian Mafia, was a name that could make even the bravest shudder. The man was legendary, both feared and revered. Is he alive?? Robert was puzzled.After reaching the peak, Marco suddenly disappeared. His disappearance from the mafia world had been so sudden and absolute that most assumed he was dead. But now, standing before Robert, towering at six feet seven inches with a body that radiated power, Marco was far from dead. His mere presence exuded intimidation. Robert couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His mind raced with confusion. Why was Marco here? What connection did he have to John? Robert’s thoughts tangled, but the answer wasn’t coming, especially since Marco’s men had just shot John in the leg. Whatever this was, John and Marco were clearly not on the same side. Still, there was something deeper, something that made Robert’s ins
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
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...! 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...! 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... 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