Nickaulas was leaning over the balcony with a drink in his hand. Angela had completely ignored him. He had to see her and talk with her. Did she not miss him at all?"Either you are a fool or overly brave for coming here," Killian's voice ripped him from his thought. Nick turned slightly to aknowledge his presence. Killian looked serious as he stood in front of him. "What's your intention of being here?" Killian asked pointedly. "I wanted to see my wife," Nick answered matter of factly. Killian's gaze dipped to his ring finger where his band was sitting. "She is not your wife anymore," Killian's raised his gaze to meet his eyes. "She is," Nickaulas affirmed. He didn't care about social norms."I let you go once because of her but if you hurt her again even Angela won't be able to protect you," Killian warned him. Nick didn't waver from his stern glare. "You are misinterpreting my intentions. I am not here to hurt her, I am here to win her over again. I can't and don't want to liv
Nick turned and traced his feet back to where she was. Everyone watched him shell-shocked. Angela had heard the shots. Twice. He killed him. The woman flinched when the door swung open. She noticed small splatters of blood over his suit. He did kill him. Nick walked over and kneeled to her eye level. He was dangerously handsome. The moment their eyes met, he changed from a merciless killer to a lover who wanted nothing but soothe his beloved. His gaze soft and tender as they assessed her body for more bruises. There was one on her wrist. He gently held her hands and lifted them to examine it. His nostrils flared."Are you hurt somewhere else?" he questioned. The fact that someone managed to hurt Angela in his presence made him feel angry at himself. "You..you killed him," her voice was trembling. He lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. "He deserved nothing less," Nick didn't sound a little bit remorseful. "You killed him in front of so many people. Do you realise what it means?
Jonas pulled the car into driveway. Angela looked over at the Serrano mansion standing tall and proud in front of her. A smile fluttered through her lips. Jonas opened the door for her and helped her out. Angela thanked him and eased down on her wheelchair. The doctor had told her that she was ready for the surgery. If that went well then very soon she will be able to walk. Of course, the risk was also there but she chose to look at the brighter side. Her business was flourishing and soon she would be able to walk. She couldn't wait. Today was her birthday. It was like her any birthday. Lonesome. Nothing unusual happened except for a bouquet of red roses that had come for her last night. Lina had told her that someone had left it at the door. She took the bouquet from her and examined it. It was made of best blooms and emitted the most delightful scents. Also the way the flowers were arranged indicated that it wasn't a professional job. Someone had done it with their own hands. Someo
"Hi, I hope I didn't keep you waiting for long," Angela glanced up from her phone and met a pair of chocolate brown eyes looking down at her. His lips were spread into an apologetic smile. She returned his smile with her own and lightly shook her head. "Not much," Angela brushed it off and gestured for him to sit. A waiter came over and asked for their order."I am glad you agreed to meet," Reyes began, smiling her way. Angela could only smile. She might not have if Ara had not insisted. "So how is work going?" Reyes knew how to initiate a conversation and keep it flowing. He was talkative and easygoing unlike him. They talked for a good hour. It was mainly Reyes speaking. He told her about his business and foundation. He had opened "Smile" in memory of his mother. He also asked her many questions in an attempt to keep her involved but thankfully didn't touch upon her divorce. It was a relief. "I had a good time, Angela," Reyes declared as he escorted her towards her car. Angela lo
Her eyes wide and gaping as the bottle crashed against Reyes' head prompting a panicked scream from him. For a moment her mind turned blank as she tried to process what just happened. She watched as someone roughly yanked him to his feet and then shove him to the floor. Blood was oozing down his head. "Reyes," she shot to her feet and hobbled towards him not caring about the pain shooting up her legs. But before she could reach him, she was pulled back by a strong pair of arms. Her back met a toned firm chest. But she was too focused on her friend to pick on the familiarity. "Reyes...someone call the doctor, please," she screamed while unsuccessfully struggling against the lock of his arms. At once, she was lifted bridal style. Her frantic gaze shot up to see his perpetrator. A set of firm jaw and a pair of piercing silver eyes. A heavy feeling settled in her stomach when she realised who it was. He is here. Why? How? He wasn't looking down at her but glaring ahead. "Let go of me
He had missed her presence in his life. Her positivity, her exuberance, her scoldings, her sweet flowery scent that would brightened his life. She was astonishing but in a cute way. A perfect mixture of so many qualities. Stubborn but docile too, fiesty but vulnerable too, perfect but flawed too. Only she had the balls to set him straight on his wrongdoing and only she owned the heart to love him despite all odds. And he was hopelessly enamored by each aspect of her. He loved it when she would boldly counter him without an ounce of fear like the queen she is and he fucking loved it when she would let him do whatever he wants to do with her on their bed like the perfect submissive wife she is.Even now she was fearlessly matching his glare with her own. Her eyes were spitting fire. So angry, so fucking hot. Damn! he was already getting hard. Desire begin to heat up his blood. He wanted her right here, right now. In his thirty one years, he had never met someone like her. So
She must have felt the same burn. He blew out a cloud of smoke and watched it swirling up the air with furrowed brows. He was replaying their last meeting over and over again. The way she spurned him, the look of disgust on her face, the sharpness of her tongue; this all had pierced straight through his heart. How the roles had reversed. He was here pining over the woman who wanted him for who knows how long whereas she was all set to move on. It made him more restless. The feeling of unease morphed into desperation which further consolidated into a determination. He will not let her move on.Nick was sprawled in chair with his feet placed firmly on his desk. A veil of despair hanging heavily over the room. Their last meeting had kicked off a whirling vortex of emotions inside him. She had behaved so cold and unfeeling. So unlike his angel. It was disturbing. A knock was heard before the door swung open and in stepped his PA with a file in her hand. He, unbothered, took anot
Angela opened her mouth to speak when another knock resounded and the door opened to reveal Graham. He looked hesitant when he saw Nick already in her room. Angela allowed him to come inside. He tentatively got inside. The tension was so thick in the room tthat Graham felt as if he had entered hellfire. Whereas Angela was looking at him Nickaulas' eyes was still transfixed on Angela, drinking in her features. A small frown sitting atop her lips indicated she was well aware og his gaze. Graham looked between both of them before opening his mouth. He told Angela that they were holding a welcoming meeting for Nickaulas as he was now the owner of 40 % of Alma. Angela didn't look happy with the news but she also not disagreed as that was the most professional thing to do. After that Graham requested Nick to allow him to show him his office. Thankfully, Nick didn't refuse. The meeting was going to be held in the evening. And as the owner of Alma she had to introduce him to the staf
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