Chapter 6
Nathaniel's friend kept staring at the timid lady who was hugging his suit tightly to stop the shivering, and he lowered the temperature of his car to make her comfortable. He looked at the lady that was in deep thought and unaware of her environment.
He sighed and shook his head, and his friend was a dumbass.
"I'm Nicholas by name, but family calls me Nick, and you can call me that because you are now my sister-in-law," he winked at her through the rear mirror, and she smiled shyly at him then turned away to look at the scene passing on the street as the car was moving.
He raised his brow, waiting for her to tell her name even when he had, "Won't you tell this gentleman who introduced himself your name?"
"Oh?" she said in a question before rubbing her hands together, "I'm Angelina."
"No shorten?" he asked while she nodded.
"Well, I'll give you one," he hummed, dancing with his head as he drummed his fingers on the steering.
"Lina," he chirped.
She smiled softly at his enthusiasm, "can you please drop me at my apartment?" she requested, "I've something to take, and I need to inform my friend. She's waiting for me at my apartment," she added, seeing him nodded his head before asking for her address and drove off.
A perfect silence settled between them, and he stared at the lady again, who was fiddling with her fingers as she was moving uncomfortably when he drove to her street.
She got down from the car, packing her gown with one hand, and used the other to close the door, bowing her head a little in gratitude before scurrying inside, but Nick didn't miss a beat by following her in long strides.
She walked on the stairs hurriedly through the stairs to the third floor, stopping at the brown door before bending down to the carpet rag to take the spare key. She opened the door to have her friend jump on her.
"You are back," she squealed, hugging her tightly, "How was the work? How much were you given? How—" She bombarded her with questions.
"Yuko! release the girl. Let her breathe, and your questions are too much!" Nick piped in, rolling his eyes.
"Davis!" Bella seethed, unattached her hands from her friend's neck before staring at the smirking pain in her ass.
"Surprise to see me, darling," Nick winked at her to see her clenching her fist.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she asked, towering over Nick's frame, whereas she looked like a dwarf to him.
"Duh duh," he mocked, flickering her forehead, "Don't tell me you aren't happy to see this brother of yours," he wiggled his brow as she hit his hand away.
"Stepbrother," she stressed 'step'.
"Step or not, there's still brother," he laughed while humphed.
"I think you, showing up every time, I'll think you are stalking me," she tutted.
"Lina," he called, staring at the lady who was looking at him and her friend dumbfounded.
"Lina?" Belle exclaimed, watching her friend to his excuse of a brother hawkishly.
"Yeah," he confirmed, "My friend," he grinned impishly.
"What?" her eyes widened comically, "she's mine!" she growled, holding Angelina's wrist.
"Her husband is my best friend, and that practically makes her my friend."
"Hus what?" she stared at her friend for an explanation while Angelina hung her head low.
"Is what he's saying true?" she asked, waiting for a response, but she didn't.
"Hey!" Nick called his sister to stop squintinized the poor lass who was about to tear up, "What do you mean by her getting married without my permission?" she turned to her brother and glared at him.
"And who is the man?" she asked, "Do I know him?"
"Nathaniel."
"You mean Nathaniel freaking Hugh —my number one crush?" she cried out dramatically, "But wait—" she paused, "What of that b for bitch c for Clara?" she asked.
Angelina went inside to pack her clothes and other things, leaving the siblings outside. She wiped the lone tear away from her eyes, taking the picture frame of hers and her father on her birthday before leaving her country.
She was unplugging her laptop from the socket when the duo of siblings entered with Nick wearing a grim face. Nathaniel had called him early asking about his wife when he responded that they were in her apartment and that she was packing some necessary things, and he had hushed his sister before stylishly telling her to let him enter.
"Are you done with packing?" Nick asked, staring at her one fully packed bag and the other that was yet to be packed.
"Yeah," she dragged slowly, "I'll be through now," she added.
Angelina begrudgingly pushed herself from her seat and looked back at her crappy room one more time before sighing and hugging her friend. "I'll call you later," her friend said, not wanting to detach herself from Angelin.
"Okay, talk to you later," she said, carrying a back while Nick had the remaining.
Nick drove off without wasting any more time to Nathaniel's house yet making chit-chat with her.
Nathaniel drank two martini shots before looking around dazzlingly, standing and smoothing his shirt. He left his bill on the counter, signalling his hand to the bartender before going out with bodies hovering over one another greasily.
He entered his car and drove off, anticipating looking at his Angel's face and making him hit the gas.
He could wait to see her.
The iron gate automatically opened, and he drove in. His gigantic house was dark, and there were no traces of fluorescent light. The maids had gone to their house on the other side. He furrowed his brows, thinking about what his wife could be doing. Would she be sleeping or reading? He thought.
He opened the door and entered to inhale a warm heavenly scent, but the house was cold. He called the line to connect the maid in their room, "my wife?" he asked and went to the minibar to have a drink.
"She's not here, sir," she responded.
"Call Ester to make some light meals, and some maid should clean the east wing," he ordered.
"Okay, sir," she replied while he grunted and hung up before calling his friend.
The second ring, his friend picked it up, "Nathaniel bro, what's up?" his friend chirped at the other side.
He let the greeting slide, "where's my wife?" he asked.
"Oh?"
"Yeah?"
"She's at her apartment, taking something there?" Nick responded, glaring at her sister, who was trying to pipe in the convo.
"Bring her home," Nathaniel said and hung up, pinching the bridge of his nose. He took another glass when he heard the hunk of a car. He rushed to the window and saw his friend's car.
He ran upstairs to his room, changing his casual clothes while running his fingers through them before descending downstairs to meet his wife.
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Chapter 10 The sound of alarming blaring woke a tired Nathaniel from sleep. After hearing Angelina's conversation yesterday with her father, he wished to comfort her. Still, he didn't know how to go about it without making it awkward or like he was eavesdropping. Well, he was eavesdropping, though. He cringed mentally when he thought of how he would look had it been he was caught eavesdropping. His heart broke for what she had passed through, and he promised to make her forget her bad memories, but the big question was how?! Another difference between his wife and his ex was that Clara talked out what she felt, and he supported everything without missing a bit, but how would he understand her if she didn't voice out? He was terrible at understanding females generally. He gripped his hair embarrassingly, getting up from his bed stark naked and wobbly. He shook his head and inhaled deeply as his morning member rose. He entered the bathroom not after swinging all the mess he made on t
Chapter 8 Angelina stood frozen at the doorstep shockingly, with her mouth agape at what Nathaniel did, pecking her cheeks. She could believe the man who left her today at the altar kissed her cheek even though it was a thing to him, but it meant a lot to her. She rushed inside, closing the door behind her with a loud bang as her face was beet red. She ran to the open bathroom and stared at her red face in the mirror, looking at the girl with an oval-shaped face and well-kept wavy hair while her grey eyes stood out from her brown skin. Her nose ring shone on her pointed nose. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his lips on her cheek. She opened the tap quickly, splashing the cold water rushing out on her face to stop her thudding heart from thinking of another meaning to the simple act. It's just a simple act! she scolded herself. She was palming her cheeks embarrassedly. She stared at herself again, removing her bangles and leg chains and putting them on the washing basin.
Chapter 9 Angelina's eyes momentarily flew open when he left abruptly as her gown slipped down her body, leaving her in the white lingerie she was given to wear today. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she was embarrassed for expecting more. She didn't understand why she was hurt by his action because she didn't have any feelings for him. Maybe like him, though, but one can't like a person you just met, she thought bitterly as her phone flashed her dad's name on the screen; she sniffed while wiping her running nose. She swiped it to the green side and held the phone to her left ear, and was greeted by her dad's cheerful voice. "Hello Adenike Mi,'' She smiled, feeling nostalgic at her father's voice. Had it been, she was at home with her father, her father would have cooked her favourite food, which was pounded yam and egusi (melon soup) for her. After eating, her father said she should walk with him outside under the drumstick tree in front of their house. They would sit on the perma
Chapter 10 The sound of alarming blaring woke a tired Nathaniel from sleep. After hearing Angelina's conversation yesterday with her father, he wished to comfort her. Still, he didn't know how to go about it without making it awkward or like he was eavesdropping. Well, he was eavesdropping, though. He cringed mentally when he thought of how he would look had it been he was caught eavesdropping. His heart broke for what she had passed through, and he promised to make her forget her bad memories, but the big question was how?! Another difference between his wife and his ex was that Clara talked out what she felt, and he supported everything without missing a bit, but how would he understand her if she didn't voice out? He was terrible at understanding females generally. He gripped his hair embarrassingly, getting up from his bed stark naked and wobbly. He shook his head and inhaled deeply as his morning member rose. He entered the bathroom not after swinging all the mess he made on t
Chapter 11 He didn't miss the shock expressions of his workers when he left but he decided to brush it off, shrugging it away and driving off to work. Nathaniel Hugh, a young bachelor who recently got married and the successor of a large company by his family which was Pearl Inc. The company was one of the largest selling soap and body products in the state. It had many branches across the world. It was his grandfather who built the empire before it was passed to his father then to him and being the only child, made him the sole heir of the company. Under his grandfather and father's time in company, the business was going fairly but since when Nathaniel was handover the company when he was twenty years old, he made the company to the top without any big competition while others company in soap and skin business followed his company's footsteps,waiting for the opportunity to struck and
Chapter 12 At the front page of the newspaper, the picture of his back leaving the altar which he regretted of doing that was broad at a side with the headlines, "BILLIONAIRE DOLLARS NATHANIEL HUGH LEFT HIS WIFE AT THE ALTAR". The sentence was bold on the front page as he skimmed through it before he stopped at the last test, "Did they really do fake wedding as people whispered or…?" a big question mark was pasted at the head. He threw the paper away in a fit of anger as he felt anger rushed through his vein and shouted ordered ar his startled PA, "Who the fuck publish this absurdly" he yelled, clenching his fist while his PA gulped nervously, rubbing his long arm, his boss was always calm and collected but this news had made him piss of. No, but totally pissed off. "I believe it is Mr Maxwell's company" he responded slowly. H
Chapter 13 Angelina tossed round the bed, inhaling the homy scent hungrily, feeling her muscles relaxing. When was the last time I had a good night sleep and when did my crappy bed change to this, she thought. Tossing around while releasing a loud yawn, closing and opening her mouth, making a sound like she was eating.The reflection of sunlight through the opening penetrated the side of her face and she used the spare pillow her hand could reach and covered her face. She waved her hand dismissively, "Bella, switch off the bulb" she whined, grumbled incoherent words under her breath. The two maids who had entered the room earlier to check whether their lady was awake or not, stifled the laughter that wanted to escape because of her childlike behavior. A word to describe her was adorable. The first thing they did when they entered were to o
Chapter 14 "The boy behaves irrationally sometimes that I wish to snack some senses to his brain" jasmine sighed exasperatedly, sitting on the sofa while messaging her temple. She was feeling a slight headache."Dear" her husband - Leonard called softly, in a gentle voice, "You said boy" he pointed out, "he's still a boy" he concluded, unfortunately adding fuel to the flame.She threw the newspaper that she was holding at her husband angrily, glaring hard at her husband who gulped nervously and smiled sheepishly at her before shrugging his shoulder. For a petite lady like her, she was pretty intimidating. Small yet mighty. Leonard stood up from his seat and walked up to her, sitting beside her then took her right hand, massaging from her shoulder to her tiny fingers, "you know I didn't meant it like that love?" he defended himself softly wit