"You cannot be serious, dad," Nickaulas sounded very displeased by his dad's words. They were in his dad's study. Chris had just broke the news to him that he was going to marry Angela Hernandez, daughter of Sebastian Hernandez. "She is a nice girl," his dad replied calmly. "And I should marry her because she is a nice girl?" Nick questioned, close to losing his temper. " She is a very sweet girl. Very down to the earth and is running her own company," Christoph explained. "She cannot walk, dad," Nick emphasised, appalled at the fact how conveniently his dad had ignored such an important detail. Chris' lips pressed into a tight line. "I have already given my words. I cannot take it back," Chris stated in finality. That only stoked his fury. "And did you not think for once that I should be involved in it considering its about my life?" Nick slammed his hands on the table. Why the fuck everyone thinks they can make decisions for him. "You were too busy wasting away behind that w
She was prettier in person and had very beautiful eyes. It was a shame she cannot walk. The brightness in them made him realise she was a dreamer. Definitely not a match. His gaze on their own slipped to her mouth when they spread into a warm smile. Along with her lips, her eyes smiled too as though she was genuinly happy to see him. She was......strange. "Hii," she said sweetly and pushed herself forward to get down. Nick watched her with a flicker of disappointment as she struggled to even stand. And his dad wanted her to rule mafia alongside him. How would she ever protect herself from his enemies if she can't even stand. "Let me," Nick bent and lifted her in his arms. Staring ahead, he carried her inside the restaurant and settled her down in the chair. He failed to notice awe in Angela's eyes. The man took the chair across from her and sat down. A few moments passed in awkward silence. The waiter arrived to take orders."Wine for me," he looked over at Angela with his steel
After the discussion, he returned to her room. She was asleep. He went inside and stopped near her bed. Her lashes were drenched, her cheeks swollen and red, they were wet with tears which she had mourned for their child. She looked pathetic. He couldn't help but pity her. "Don't tell her about that," he told the doctor without looking away from Angela. He wasn't sure she would be able to handle the news, atleast not now. He himself was having a hard time dealing with it. Saying that he turned around to leave. He told his P.A to pay the bills and take care of everything here. He needed some time for himself. The night he spent drinking at his secret place all alone. He threw the rocks into the pond and watched them jumping through the water. He did want a child of his own. ...................."John Meyer has agreed to sell his company to us. When should I schedule a meeting with him?" his P.A asked. Nick didn't reply. His P.A looked up to find him fixedly staring at the wall acro
His tensed muscles loosenes when he felt her tiny fingers curl around his bracelet-clad wrist in an attempt to swivel him towards her. Her strength wasn't enough to even budge him. But he did let her turn him around. She could turn him wherever and however she liked, he was ready to face anything and he wouldn't complain as long as she held his hand just like this. Her cheeks were flustered with the amount of anger she was feeling. She shoved hard at his chest only to have herself stumble back in response. The woman would have fallen down if not for Nickaulas' strong arms holding her in time. "What the fuck were you doing?" her eyes were narrowed and her cute nose flaring. She looked adorable. An earnest desire to peck her nose woke up in him. "First, I don't like hearing such bad words from your mouth and second, you should be glad I didn't end his sorry life. I was very tempted to do so," he replied not as sternly. "I'll fucking say whatever the fuck I want and now get your fu
Nickaulas pushed the door open and slightly bent his tall frame to get inside the cell. The dark room was lit by a zero watt bulb dangling from the cieling. A man was tied against the wall, his beard painted in red blood, his hsirt was torn. The captive was glaring at Nickaulas. Nickaluas- unperturbed by his death glare appraised his appearance. "I see my boys received you well, Walter," Nick smirked and sauntered closer to the captive. Stefan and his other men were standing on the other side of the cell. Nickaulas was smirking but his eyes told a different story. Those vicious orbs although appearing cool were full of dark deadly intent. They lusted for his pain. The air turned chiller around them. Hair lifted on man's nape. Two days ago, Nick's men had caught two suspects tailing Angela and found out they were sent by Walter. They were planning to attack her during the fashion show. Nick instructed Stefan to bring him Walter alive. Walter had many times shown his enmity for Nick b
Angela had extended no invitation to her husband. Nickaulas had kept no check on Angela since the revelation. She was free to work and move but the woman knew he had his men watching over her everywhere. He was aware of her every step and what she did. But Angela would break free from his cage no matter what and she will do it on her own. Maybe not today but tomorrow for sure. Right now, she had to keep all her personal problems aside and focus on her company's new launch. She sat in the front row next to Graham. The show begin. Models walked down the ramp in their full glory wearing Alma new collections. For a few minutes, Angela forgot about her personal griefs as she watched her designs earning gasps and admiration from watchers. Her staff had really done a great job. It was a proud moment for her.The show ended and Angela went on the stage to make her speech. She didn't like making speeches but when it came to appreciating her staff she never held back for she knew a right amoun
Nickaulas glanced up at the midnight blue sky through his windshield. It was a pitch black new moon night. The sky appeared forlorn and darker without the moon. For the first time the beauty of the moon struck him. He still sees it as cold and ugly but now he had also started to see it differently all because of her. It is beautiful in the way it embraces the night without any qualm and lights it up with its soft light. She was just like moon in his life the only diiference being she wasn't cold and ugly in fact, she was the most beautiful and warmest soul he knew. His life would also become forlorn and barren just like the night without her presence in it. She was his moon and he was her night. Nobody needs and can desire her as much as he does. With a heavy sigh, he opened the door and alighted from his car. Tonight, he was driving as he had given his driver off so that he could spend some time alone with her. He wanted to take her out for dinner or maybe a long drive. He had not e
As he had expected, his tigress indeed filed a report against Martins for copying their designs. The news hit the headlines instantly and as the days passed, mysteriously more corruptions done by Martins started coming to the surface. All the investers pulled out due to certain someone's influence and sales dwindled drastically. The never ending controversies were driving the company to bankruptcy at a rapid pace. Nick smirked as he read the news. This was just the beginning, very soon he will have him begging on the streets. Smiling, he scrolled down and his smile froze when he noticed several pictures of Angela interacting with an unfamiliar guy. These pictures were from her company's launch party again in which he wasn't invited. His blood boiled when he read the title.Mrs. King's Newfound InterestThere were pictures of them talking, laughing and in one, he was touching her face. In another it looked as if they were about to kiss. He absolutely hated how comfortable she looked
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