Ollie barked in joy and sprinted inside the room when Carla opened the door. He jumped over the bed to hug Angela. Angela smiled at her little boy's ecstacy and wrapped her arms around him. It was a mystery to her as to how her not so little pet always caught her melancholy and swoop in like a hero to comfort her. His presence was a blessing in Angela's life. No judgements, no obligations only pure love. His fur tickled Angela, elicitng a laughter from her. She tilted her head backward, laughing as he licked her face. And then suddenly her laughter collapsed into sobs. Painful sobs. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks and she clenched her eyes shut. When she opened her eyes she found Ollie staring at her. He looked sad just like her. "What do I do, Ollie? It hurts so bad. How do I stop it?" she asked helplessly. "I loved him so much, Ollie. So much. Then why did he hurt me like this?" the pain was searing through her insides like a burning blade. So excruciating that she felt it scor
Angela was leaving for Spain today. She had booked herself a ticket this morning and she was going to leave. She purposefully didn't include Serranos in it. For some reason, she felt like a failure. Also, she knew if she included Killian into it, things will turn uglier. She hated Nick but she still considered Chris, Alicia, and Nichelle her family. If the two clans clashed only destruction will ensue.And without Killian's help, she knew there was no other way for her to get out of it. She was in Nickaulas' kingdom and he held the power. Carrying a bag could arouse suspicion among the staffs so she settled for her tote bag. After that, she stepped out of her room. Nichelle was playing in the living room. The girl turned when she saw her bag and frowned. Dropping her toys, she pulled to her feet and sprinted in her direction. "Where are you going?" she asked coming closer. Angela smiled weakly at her. "I am going somewhere," she answered. She didn't have the heart to tell her
"Angel" his desperate gaze whipped through the darkness for her. His fear was building up with every passing second. It would take only one wrong step for her to end it. End everything. A wrong step for him too to end himself. But his reasons had abandoned him the moment he saw her entering the woodsHe called for her again but there was no answer. The only source of light was his flashlight. He narrowly dodged a mine as he stepped further."Angela," the desperation to reach her had overwhelmed him. "Answer baby," helplessness gripped his tone. He needed to get to her. He directed his flashlight towards the ground and started searching for her wheelchair's trail. After searching for a good minute, he finally found it. Hope flared and he started following it. His pace fast and impatient. He followed it for over five minutes when he heard a rustling sound. Nick raised his flashlight to see her moving forward. His heart swell with relief."Angel," he called her and she froze. But onl
Many Years AgoThe little girl in closet curled in on herself and hid her face between her knees. Her whole body was quaking with fear. Her eyes clenched close as beads of sweat dotted her baby soft skin."I know you are in there. Come out, child, it's time for the recital," a muscular brittle voice crooned for her. The little girl pressed into the wall behind her and clasped her hands tightly. Right then, the door to closet open allowing a stream of sunlight to illuminate it. "Leah, come out now," the voice had turned sterned now and oozed promise for punishment if disobeyed. Leah slowly raised her head. Her heart sank at the sight in front of her. The girl slowly climbed out of the closet and stood with her head lowered in front of the old man. A sickly smile crept along the man's lips. "You know how I hate when you act like a brat. Now come, sit on your granddad's lap," the old man instructed her. "I..I will sit on the chair," Leah mumbled while fidgeting with her fingers. "D
"He talks a lot about you," Leah intitiated the conversation as Theo had gone to fetch more drinks. They were sitting in a bar. "I can bet nothing good," Nick stated while watching his friend flirting with the bartender in dismay. And he talked about being in love with this woman. Leah laughed."Well, he did say you are an overbearing ass but you will be surprised to know he also has some good stuff to say about you," Leah replied, traces of laughter still on her lips as she followed his gaze to Theo. She felt a sting in her heart as she watched Theo flirting with the bartender. "Your friend is quite a charmer," Leah stated, her eyes also on Theo who was winking at the bartender. "He can be when he wants to be. I suppose he has you under his charm too," Nick stated with a straight face. "Not really. Your friend is a player. And I can't afford more damages," Leah mumbled the last part. She did feel a little attraction to him initially but after finding out about his reputation,
Nick immersed himself in work and broke all contacts with Theo and Leah. He couldn't help but feel sore with Theo as well. It was his first heartbreak. And it hurt worse than a bullet straight to heart. The worst thing was he didn't know how to numb it. Leah also didn't try to contact him again. They were not the only people, he had isolated himself from everyone. A week later, deep in night, he got a message from Leah that said Theo had gone somewhere after a heated fight with his dad. And wasn't picking calls. Nobody knew where he was. She asked him if he could tell where he could go.Nick shook his head in disappointment. Theo could be such a drama queen sometimes. He got inside his car and sped towards where he thought he was. And as he had expected, he was right there. Half of dozen bottles were littered around Theo while he emptied another one. He was heavily drunk. He even had difficulty in turning his head when he heard rustling sound. His lips tugged up into a lopsided gr
"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
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