"So, is this your first time in a village?" Theo questioned in an attempt to strike a conversation. "No. Acually I have spent a good share of my childhood in a village in England. Shere, It's a beautiful village," Angela replied with a nostalgic smile on her face. She missed Shere and she also missed, Ara, Jenna, and Robert. "Never heard of it," Theo's brows puckered as he wondered out. Angela smiled brightly. "It's not really a popular tourist place. Just a small simple village. No fancy buildings, no hustling crowd. Perfect place to be when you want to take a break from the rush of life," she remarked. "So was your family taking a break?" Theo asked. His question caused her smile to waver. Family. She had lost her family even before she knew what family means. Nikaulas observed the subtle change in her expression through the rear-view mirror. "No. I was there for safety purpose. My parents were killed in an accident when I was four and the killer was after me. So Killian s
Angela woke up with a start. Her hazy mind couldn't remember what woke her up until another scream pierced through the air, sending her up. The wailing scream rife with pain and anger. She tossed the duvet away and swung her legs down only to let out a hiss when her feet punched the cold floor with more force than she had intended. She bit down on her lip and grabbed the nightstand to help herself up. The noise was coming from upstairs. She could hear things being tossed violently. Angela hastily sat down on her wheelchair and steer it outside. She glanced up at the heaps of stairs. Too anxious to be intimidated by it. The woman held the railing and began dragging herself up, ignoring the pain. The noise growing louder as she moved up. The door to Nichelle's room was wide open. Her stomach churned with anxiety and she hurreidly made her way towards her room. "Tell me...tell me," she heard Nichelle screaming and crying in between loud thuddings. Angela entered the room and felt her
"Ain't you a curious little kitten?" his voice deeper and gruff. She was still struggling to understand what was going on when he surprised her by stepping forward, closing all the distance for once and all. Startled, she backed away. She was gaping at him with her large bewildered eyes. "But I wonder if you know curioisty kills the kitten?"Just to tease her more, he continued to advance. "You..you are mistaking my purpose. I am concerned," she willed herself to answer while backing away from him. For her every back step, he took a step forward."Concern, eh? Looks like this mafia lord really lucked out in marriage department. Got an angel for a wife," he husked in a smooth baritone, peering curiously into her wide green eyes. Her heart leaped to her throat when he bent his face and breathed hotly against her ear. A shiver curled down her entire being. "Right, Angel," he rasped in her ear, making her breath go haywire. She licked her lips and tried to take a step back but her wobb
Angela watched him as he marched out the door. She couldn't see his face but his body language indicated that he was in a foul mood. What got him so upset, she wondered. A part of her was disappointed that he didn't stay to taste her cakes but other part understood. There was a high chance of situation going bad if he stayed here. Nikaulas was like a ticking bomb when angry. The kids wanted chocolate syrup for their ice-cream. Hailey didn't have it in her home so Angela suggested to get it from hers. Leah offered to help and bring it from her house. Angela agreed, seeing no harm in it. Leah left to get the syrup. Time flew and when Leah didn't come back, Angela decided to check. She excused herself and wheeled out of Hailey's cottage. Darkness had gathered the whole sky under its embrace. The moon had monopolised the heaven. She turned and made her way towards her cottage which had its light on. As she neared, she noticed that the main door was wide open. She d
Angela closed her eyes as she savored the feel of his icy lips underneath her warm ones. His lips were surprisingly soft and felt even better than she had imagined. Their first very own moment. Their first kiss. She didn't count their breeding session as intimate. Their was nothing personal about that. They had been inside each other many times but this moment..this moment felt way more intimate than that- like the rustling of sheets in the depth of night kind of intimate. A moment of pure crushing joy is how she would like to describe it. She felt content and euphoric. Her lips remained attached to his as she waited for him to take charge and boggle her mind. She didn't want to end the kiss yet, she wanted to get drown in his warmth. She wanted to feel his passion. But that didn't happen. No matter how long she waited he didn't kiss her back. Oddly enough, he didn't withdraw either.His disregard caused a flood of disappointment to hit her. Her eyes and cheeks felt hot with humiliat
Leah did the final spin and then curtsied gracefully with a smile on her face. Nikaulas watched her with an impressed look."How was it?" Leah asked as she made her way towards him. Nikaulas raked her frame. She was donning her ballet dress. "Still the best," Nikaulas remarked as she settled on his lap. Leah locked her arms around his neck and pecked his lip. " Am I still your favorite ballerina?" she searched his eyes for the truth. "You've always been," Nikaulas combed his fingers through her pony tail. She was doing ballet on the stage when he had seen her for the first time. The way her lean body had flexed and bent had left him in awe. The attraction was instant from both the sides. But the incidents that followed next consolidated their feelings. "Coffee?" Leah asked. Nikaulas nodded in answer. Leah got up and went into the kitchen to make them coffee. Meanwhile, Nikaulas grabbed his phone and looked at the time. It was 7 PM already and they still had not returned.
Sweat slithered down the center of his toned abs as he struck the punching bag repeatedly. There was a burning ire in his eyes. He took a couple steps back gaze fixed on the bag, spun on his heels, and swung his leg at it, sending the bag to the ground. He wasn't satisfied yet. He craved more. More destruction, more chaos. The gangster was enraged. He was mad at himself for feeling that burning sensation in his heart when he smelled another man's scent on her. Wasn't it the plan? He should be happy to smell Theo's scent on her. It meant they were drawing closer. Then why did he feel like tearing Theo apart for it. Why this urge to gut him with his bullets. This is so fucking confusing. He brought Angela here so that Theo and Angela could come together. So that they could put an end to this useless marriage. Then why..why the fuck he is finding their closeness intolerable? This was fucking madness. It all happened after that damn kiss. That kiss from hell. The sweetness of her lip
Leah gasped in surprise when Nikaulas gave her the ring he had brought for her from Brazil. The ring had a shiny blue diamond encrusted on it. "Woww....Is it for me?" Leah asked as she snatched the ring from him, eyeing the ring with wonder. "Of course," Nikaulas answered, smiling. Leah slid the ring onto her middle finger and held it up for him to see, "How it looks?" "Beautiful," Nikaulas replied. Leah gave him a full-blown smile and threw her arms around him. "Thank you..I loved it," Leah gushed out while pulling him closer. Nikaulas wrapped his arms around her in response. Leah craned her neck and placed her lips on his. Nikaulas reciprocated. Bound and determined that he will not let a mere infatuation ruin his chance. Angela is a just a distraction whereas this woman in his arms is his endgame. He and Leah had spent their dark days together. She was there for him when he was at his lowest. Five years. The life has finally granted them a chance to get back together and h
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