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