Nick was numb with shock when he learned it. The news was all over the TV after the official announcement. She got engaged with Theo and they were about ot marry. He read and reread their joint statement that they had put out on their social handles just a few minutes ago. It wasn't making sense to him. When did this happen? Why is she doing this? The shock was replaced by a mix of emotions. He felt rage, anxiety, frustration, fear clawing his heart raw. Pain throbbed through every nerve of his being. She was taking it too far. Way too far. He needed answers.He loudly banged on her door not caring it was middle of the night. The guards guarding her door exchanged wary glances with each other but stayed back. A few moments later, the door opened. Angela was standing on the other side. She looked at him confused probably wondering why he was here at this time.Nick strode past her inside the hall. The moment he brushed past her, something clicked in Angela. He knows. Nick paus
"Where is she?" Angela questioned. The lights were dim and a soft music was going on in background, the view from their table was breath-taking. It was a romantic set-up.Theo's forehead creased. "I don't know," Theo replied, his gaze boring holes into the plate. After divorce, they didn't see each other again. "You really don't know?" Angela questioned, not buying his lie. Theo sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. "She is in Moscow. Enjoying her life to the fullest," There was a hint of resentment in his voice when he said ths last part. She had resumed dancing after their divorce and was always travelling from one place to another. He shouldn't have known that but he did. She moved on from their marriage as though it never existed. A momentary silence followed. Now that Angela think about it, the signs were always there. Angela was quite perceptive but Leah had always confused her. She could not really understand her personality. Back in Netherlands she had sensed Lea
The air was vibrant with Nichelle's positive energy and her presence had quieted down her restlessness for a bit. Today she had decided to stay at home with Nichelle. She had a small smile on her face as she came out of the kitchen with Nichelle's favorite hot chocolate. Nichelle was singing to herself while playing with her dolls. "What are you playing?" Angela asked while placing the hot glass on the table. "She is me and he is Stefan. We are marrying," Nichelle showed her the dolls and grinned widely at Angela. Angela was dumbfounded. She didn't know how to take it. Should she wave it off thinking it's a childish crush or dig further. "You want to marry Stefan?" Angela probed. Nichelle's eyes sparkled with thrill. "Yessss...He is so nice. He gives me skittle everyday," Nichelle stated exuberantly. Her voice had risen a few octave in excitement. Angela looked at her, wondering what should she do about it. Little Nichelle was obviously having a big crush on Stefan. Should she te
He put her down and begin pacing the hall angrily. Angela stayed quiet. Her heart skipped a beat when he turned in her direction. Cords in his neck popped out in livid ridges. His face had taken a predatory expression. In one long strides, he was in front of her and before she could understand, he smashed his lips against hers, startling her. He kissed her fiercely, walking her backward until her back hit the wall. He wrapped his trunk-sized arms around her frail frame, firmly securing her in place and devoured her mouth with burning need. By the time Angela reeled from shock, she was already caged under him. His lips moving over hers in a passionate, possessive kiss. His hard toned muscles pressing hard against her softness. She placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him off but in futile. His one hand was splayed possessively across the small of her back and other was caressing her waist. He pinched her waist, she gasped. He drove his tongue inside her mouth and ravaged h
Not caring for her wheelchair, she walked towards the hospital entrance. Jonas followed her. The first person to catch her eyes was Nick himself. He was holding his mother in a protective hug as she wept inconsolably on his shoulder. Angela’s heart squeezed terribly and her own eyes welled up. Alicia’s pitiful sobs were echoing in the quiet hallway. She looked beyond devastated and the same can be said about Nick. His eyes were sad and glassy but he was holding himself together to be the pillar of strength that his mother needed. Her gaze shifted to another quiet figure sitting in a corner on a chair, slacking against the wall. Another wave of sadness washed over her. Chris didn’t have tears sliding down his cheeks like his wife but his eyes were red-rimmed as they stared fixedly at the floor. He must have cried in silence. He looked nothing like the formidable mafia he was but just a father who wanted his daughter to be alright. Angela walked over and sat beside him. He didn’t s
The murmurs rouse Angela from her slumber. She opened her eyes and found the doctor talking to Nickaulas. In the same moment she realised her head was on Nick's shoulder. She quickly leaned away and listened to the doctor. "....not conscious but yes, you can see her," the doctor informed Nick. His voice resounding loudly in the empty hallway. Instinctively, Angela looked over at Nick who seemed a little relieved by the news and that somewhat eased her own trepidation. He squeezed her hand without looking away from the doctor who was telling him something causing Angela to look down on her lap and realise he was still holding her hand. She tried to pull her hand but he didn't release. "You can let go of my hand now," Angela reminded him after doctor left. Nick didn't leave her hand nor reply. He just got to his feet and waited for her to stand up as well. Angela sighed and followed suit. They walked into the heavily equipped room. A bed was situated in the center of the room where Ni
"And Nick?" Alicia prompted. Angela's smile faltered. "Is he not a family?" gauged her expression. "He is not," Angela averted her gaze from her and replied. Alicia had seen her packing dinner for him. She had heated up the food and had made him his favorite salad. Why did she care if he ate or not if he was no one. But she didn't bring that up. "I don't know what has happened between you two. Why did you both choose to separate ways. We thought you were finally moving ahead in your relationship but.... I know that you have your reasons and I support your decision. But, child, there is one thing I want to confirm. I heard you are engaged to Theo now. I hope you are this decision is not influenced by your past with Nickaulas," Alicia studied her face in search of an answer. Angela couldn't reply. "I hope you are marrying him because you want to marry him," her voice sounded concerned now as Angela refused to look up into her eyes."I..I don't know," Angela finally answered withou
"I am afraid it is clearly written in the contract. You will have to do the photoshoot with him," Graham remarked. Angela had signed a collaboration contract with Kings several months ago. They had mutually decided to promote their brand together. Angela's wedding collection and his new hotel chain in Netherlands which was under construction at that time. Back then she was super thrilled for the photoshoot. "Send our best model in my stead. Tell them I am busy," Angela said in a dismissive tone."They have refused to accept any changes in the contract. I offered the same as I suspected you might not want to partake but they refused," Graham responded with a straight face. Her lips pressed into a thin straight line."Okay, when is it?" she asked. "Tomorrow," Graham answered."Are you serious?" Angela asked incredulously. The same day she called and asked Nickaulas. She was avoiding him since that night when he cornered her in the kitchen but she had to discuss this with him. She as
Angela sighed out and got to her feet. A smile touched her lips when she felt no stinging pain in her legs. The reminder was delightful. Her legs were no more wobbly. They could carry her weight now for as long as she want them to be. She could walk miles now without the fear of falling. She was still getting used to it though. A month had passed since her surgery. Even though it included risks which made Nick wary, she had no second thought. She wanted to walk down the aisle for him on her own feet. She looked over at herself in the mirror. Her face was chubbier and her belly was a little protruded. Her breasts had grown twice over, her hips had broadened. She had gained quite a weight during her pregnancy, all thanks to Nick and his obsession with having her fed and full all the time. She held the underside of her tummy and scrunched her nose. She was looking like a fancy potato covered in white gown. "How do I look?" Ginger sashayed in through the door. Angela looked over at her
Finally came the day when he had recovered enough to return home. Nick recovered speedily after that. Everything was going smoothly until one day Nick caught Stefan and Nichelle together, Kissing. The amount of fury he felt was destructive. He beat the poor guy almost to his death. Nichelle was aghast. She pleaded with him to let him go but Nick wasn't in his senses. Angela rushed over after hearing the noise and asked Nick to stop. Nick was possessed by the devil himself as he kept on hitting Stefan. Nichelle ran over to Angela and implored her to make Nick stop. Nick did stop a few minutes later. He glared hard at brutally beaten Stefan before storming off from their. He couldn't believe his best man of 10 years was taking advantage of his sister. Angela picked on the warning in the air as she entered their room. Nick was sitting on the edge of their bed, , breathing heavily. He was gripping the edge of bed as if he would tear it off any moment now. "You almost killed him," A
Angela called his family shortly after. Nick had to stay in he hospital for some days as his wound were quite grave. Angela took the responsibility of looking after him. Nick didn't take revenge from Nate and asked his dad to not get into it. This was the second time he let go of Serranos for hurting him only for Angela.A few days passed, Nick had recovered to some extent but not wholly. His wounds were still fresh. The night had dawned. Visitors had left half an hour ago. Angela was perched on the sofa attending a video conference with her staff. Unknown to her, Nick was staring at her fixedly from his bed. Once she was done with the conference, she turned in his direction and smiled at him. Nick lost in his own thoughts, didn't return her smile. Angela got to her feer and made her way towards him. Just then the door opened and nurse entered carrying a tray of food. Angela took the plate from her and offered her a smile. "Your food," Angela set the plate on the stand beside her b
Angela struck her palm across Nate's cheek. The smacking sound pierced through the still air. She couldn't believe it. He tried to kill Nick."Why did you do this?" Angela fumed angrily. Her eyes were red-rimmed and wide. Nate had never seen her this angry. She was shaking in rage. "You...do you realise what you have done, Nate?" her voice cracking as she demanded. Tears continued to run down her cheeks. Her chest felt hollow. Nate kept his head down, his jaw flexing. "He deserved it for hurting you," Nate answered back. Nobody can get away after hurting A Serrano. Angela let him go. He had atleast expected his dad to do something about it but he also let it go.Anger poured through Angela. " And who the...who are you to punish him, Nate? You wanted to hurt him? You have hurt me by doing this. I will never forgive you if anything happened to him. Never," the words came right out of her heart. She was frantic with panic. Hopeless. Nate's gaze snapped up to meet her eyes. The fact t
He owned the whole of Germany and held remarkable power all over the world. Money, power, fame, women, they followed him like magnet everywhere he went. He was, arguably, one of the richest men to walk on earth who has everything. Everything. But it was today he felt like he really has everything when he squeezed her closer to his chest. With his eyes still closed, he laid small kisses across the back of her ear. Her presence bringing him a rare kind of happiness. Damn! he had to work his ass off to get this beauty back but it all paid off in the end. She was right here and he felt satisfied. For the first time he was content with what he had. If someone asked him to spend all his life spooning her like this he would do it gladly. She was sound asleep. Tired to her bones. His fingerprints and lovebites were all over her milky-white skin. He had marked her good. It was an erotic sight. And he was hard again. In the wee hours, his cock stretched to its full size, begging for attention.
Her throbbing lips parted from his as she inclined her face heavenward, arching out the sexy curve of her neck to his face. Nick raised his smoldering gaze to her beautiful face. Her eyes were half-closed, her drenched hair sticking to her face, her mouth slightly parted. Her breathing slow and sensual, her lips glossy and softened by their kiss. His throat bobbed. He was blown away. She was a sight. A dangerous fucking sight. Raw passion rushed through his veins, setting his insides on fire. He clamped down hard on her throat. His teeth dug into her delicate skin, eliciting a whimper from her. He felt the monster in his pants twitch. "You going to be the death of me," he growled lowly while peppering soft kisses up the curvature of her neck, leaving a slew of angry red love bites behind. Angela's hold on his shirt grew firmer, her breathing more ragged. She felt his cock pressing against her core. Her pussy throbbed for it. While devouring her neck, Nick pinched the hem of her dre
Her arms were wrapped around her legs and her head was tucked between her knees. Nick stalked towarsd her. "Angel," he bent and touched her shoulder to gain her attention. Angela glanced up at him. Her eyes were red and swollen. She was crying. He looked into her large sad eyes and felt his own heart twisting in pain. "What's wrong?" he questioned, with his brows knitted close. Angela just stared at him. "Did you know?" he had to lean closer to hear her over the booming thunder. Her voice was hoarse due to not speaking for hours. "What I knew?" he asked, not understanding what she meant. A tear rolled down her cheek before she spoke her next words. The sadness in her eyes turned into grief. "That I can't be pregnant again," she replied as another tear slipped down. Nick froze. She stared at him anticipatedly but he had no reply to this. "Answer me," she urged him."It's raining hard. We should get back home," He said instead while putting his arms around her and lifting her u
"....No, only red rose petals....I want everything perfect.....Any mistake and there will be a bullet between your eyes," he warned the event manager in his usual calm but dangerous voice. More often than not his tone was enough to make people piss in their pants and he wasn't shy to take advantage of it. He hung up after spitting the instructions to the manager for their date night. He was looking over every tiny detail of arrangements. He was going to make it an unforgettable night for her. If he managed to give her even a fraction of happiness that she had given him yesterday then he would consider it a success. Nick was ecstatic. Overjoyed. She had finally agreed to give them a chance. He couldn't wait for the day to end. The time was slower than usual today. He glanced at his wristwatch and sighed. Only an hour had passed since he had stepped into the office. If only time was a person. He would have threatened him into speeding the fuck up up. He grabbed his phone and scrolled t
Angela returned home late. She opened her apartment's door and got in. Her eyes collided with Nick's causing her to halt. He was sitting on the couch, his broad shoulders bowed like a predator. His features were rigid, jaw set, and eyes glaring. He was angry. Angela felt a chill crawl up her spine. But she ignored it and started towards her room. This wasn't the right time to talk. "Where were you?" he demanded in a calm but dangerous tone making Angela pause. "None of your business," she answered without bothering to spare him a glance. In two strides, Nick was towering over her. "What's wrong?" his tone changed from rage to concern when he caught on her dull expression. When she didn't reply, he kneeled in front of her and lifted her face with his forefinger. His gaze roamed her features, observing. "You cried," he noted with a frown. Angela turned away. " I am tired. I want to sleep," she dodged his question and tried to move around him. Nick stopped her by gripping h