Only love can make you grin like a fool. Lily was gazing at her reflection in the mirror, grinning from ear to ear. The dreams of her bright future glowed in her eyes as she fondly caressed her bulging belly. Today she was going to get married to the love of her life and next month she was going to give birth to their first child. It all felt like a dream come true. “Are you ready, Lily?” her mom sauntered in with a wide smile on her face followed by her father. Lily nodded. “My child, I am so proud of you,” her father embraced her in a fatherly hug and kissed her forehead. Her mother wiped the lone tear and joined in the family hug. Lily silently thanked her lucky stars for favoring her with their kindness. “You can’t be doing this without me,” Glen, her brother who had just entered the room faked being hurt before joining the hug.She was standing outside the door. The door behind which the love of her life was awaiting her. She was a little nervous for the new beginning but she
It is said that people are usually the opposite of their names but not for Angela. The woman like her aunt was the definition of innocence. Well, maybe not as innocent as her aunt as Angela had a mischievous streak too but nothing evil. She was innocent in a way that she believed love can heal broken hearts. Call it her innocence or stupidity, she still swore by this quote which she had read in some cheesy romantic novel in her teenage. “Madam, you didn’t have to trouble yourself,” Alvira smiled awkwardly at Angela as her mistress entered the room. The maid had just birthed a healthy baby boy yesterday and was now resting in the hospital. Angela’s driver pushed her wheelchair towards the bed. “I get it. You were planning on gobbling down these muffins all by yourself. How greedy,” Angela narrowed her eyes playfully at the lying woman. Her driver chuckled at her comment and so did Alvira. Their madam has a way of making people feel comfortable around her. Despite her high status sh
Angela sighed while staring out the window. He had his number yet he never bothered to inform her about his arrivals. She would always hear it from servants. Despite his coldness, she was still enamored by him. Her stubborn heart was still fixated on this guy. His indifference only made her crave his attention more. She believed she was just what he wanted; he only had to take a look at her. Just one real look.The news had sparked a silver of hope inside her.She rose from the wheelchair and made her way towards the bed with the help of the wall. Her features twisting in pain as she forced her legs forward. She could feel sensation in her legs now owing to the numerous surgeries she underwent in past few years but walking was still an arduous task. The doctor had advised her to take physiotherapy and practice walking to strengthen her muscles. She had a few more surgeries to undergo. There was no guarantee the surgeries would heal her properly but Angela wanted to give it a try. A
Two Weeks Later“The man refuses to speak but I think they are planning to attack her again,” Stefan suspected, frowning slightly. Nikaulas didn’t seem as affected by the news as him. His expression was calm and cool as he dismounted Roar, a brown stallion. Stefan was standing some steps away. Currently, they were at his barn. Nikaulas owned a stable full of horses and he liked to spend his free time here. Horse riding was one of his favorite hobbies coming second only to shooting. Nikaulas' taut muscles were out on display as he tended to his horses. His tanned skin glistening like fine gold under the light of blazing sun. His biceps flexing deliciously as he stroked the horse. The servant came rushing with a bowl of food for the horse. “ They think they will have you by your throat if they manage to get her,” Stefan added in a solemn tone. Nikaulas rolled his eyes and continued to play with his pet. His enemies were dumb and boring. A part of him wanted to let them catc
Pine and Cedarwood. Exotic and soothing. Her eyes flung open on their own as he swooped her up in his strong arms. They popped out in surprise to see the face she had least expected to see. Nikaulas. She had questions but right now she just wanted to live in the moment and admire his handsome hero. It was not every day her husband swooped in to rescue her. And what visuals. His firm jaw looked more defined from here. Without delaying she looped her arms around his neck. She watched him, dazed and confused as he carried her towards the dias while keeping his gaze ahead. In a second, they were in front of the mic standing before hundreds of people. He carefully put her down and interlaced his hand with hers. She grabbed the dias with her free hand and leaned forward. A big grin on her face. She was nervous no doubt but for some reason, Nikaulas’ presence had calmed her frantic nerves. His large hand was now wrapped around her small ones and she felt…assured. Also she wanted to impres
Angela casted a glance at the wall clock and sighed. It was 1 in the morning and he still had not arrived home. Is he gone already? She wouldn’t know if he had left the city or not but as he was here it felt wrong to sleep when he was yet to come home. Who knows if he had his dinner or not. Angela had seen him leaving from her room. He was on the phone speaking about some meeting. Judging by the conversation, she realised he was headed for a meeting at Regency hotel and would be back. After what felt like an eternity the door finally opened. Her gaze quickly darted towards it. She straightened her posture and put a smile on her soft lips. Nikaulas entered the hall and started towards the upstairs. His coat was hanging on his arm and his hair was tousled giving him a rugged look. Like always, he didn’t notice the woman waiting for him.“I..I’ll set the dinner for you,” nervousness caused her voice to shake. It was very rare for them to talk. The man paused mid-stride, just noticing
She had chosen a purple fish tail gown that complimented her black stiletto and diamond set. Not to mention it also made the green of her eyes pop beautifully. She had curled her hair and left them open. “How do I look?” she asked Lina. Nervousness coated her words thick. “Just like an angel, madam,” Lina replied smiling. “I hope you are not saying it just to make me feel good,” Angela narrowed her eyes playfully. “Believe me all the men at the party are going to lose their heart to you,” Lina remarked with a wink. A bubble of laughter erupted from Angela’s throat. Nobody loses their heart to a disable like her. No matter how successful or pretty she was, she was still a disable. “I want only one man's heart,” a note of longingness in her voice as she whispered the words. Not much later, Alvira sauntered into the room with her little boy. The little bundle was wide awake and watching everything with wonder in his eyes. Angela smiled and reached for the baby. “How my li
The venue wasn’t very far from home as they had managed to reach in less than twenty minutes. Again, Jonas fetched the wheelchair and helped her out whereas Nikaulas had already climbed out to take a call. “Looks like you are going to hear a lot of thank you from me tonight,” Angela looked up at Jonas and stated. Her voice held a note of disappointment for her husband. “I swear you are the only boss in this world who thanks her subordinates just for doing their job,” Jonas replied in a joking tone. Angela chuckled at his response. “And I am certain you are the only bodyguard in this world who takes his work this seriously,” she shot back. “You are the queen. Can’t take any risk,” “In name only,” she answered smilingly but the pain in her eyes was unmissable. “You are the queen,” Jonas stressed on each word. She didn’t need no King to make her feel her worth. She had Sebastian Hernandez blood running through her veins. She was born queen and she will remain so. A clea
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