Nathan's POV
I could hear my alarm blaring from the nightstand by my king-size bed. I was still feeling sleepy because I slept so late last night, working on the business proposal my father wanted me to come up with. “Oh God, it's 7 a.m. already.” A surge of irritation came on me: “I can legitimately swear that I slept just a few hours ago.” These days, rest has become such a luxury. This billionaire lifestyle is so difficult. The saying "money isn't everything" echoes within me deeply. I can't even remember the last time I had a proper rest or genuinely had fun. When I was a dirty and broke street thug, I was happier than I am now. I didn't have to worry about so many responsibilities. I didn't have to worry about business deals, proposals, or any investments. I didn't have to prove my capability to anyone. Somehow, I actually missed the days I lived without a care. Dragging myself out of the duvet, I ventured into the en-suite bathroom. After a quick shower, I walked into my closet to pick up my clothes and accessories, as I forbade any housekeepers from walking into my personal space. I can't trust anyone easily. Who knows what John has up his sleeve? I can be anything, but I'm definitely not stupid enough to trust strangers with myself. I made my way to the dining hall. "Good morning, master.” Isabella, the head chef, greeted and bowed slightly. I brushed past her without a reply. Yes, I'm an unrepentant asshole; I hardly acknowledge the workers' greetings. Everyone is a potential suspect to me. I'm much safer in the slums of Rome than I am in this mansion. I can't identify the cause of my fears, though. Sensing my mood, she continued talking. She told me breakfast was ready and asked if I would like to eat since I hardly eat breakfast and mostly leave the house in haste. I reluctantly agreed to eat a small portion, and she hurried back into the kitchen. "Today is going to be a good one. At least I'm going to see that woman—Julia or Juliet. Oh, please don't tell me I forgot her name already. I will make it a point to ask her and always remember. To know her is to love her. She exudes peace and unmatched beauty," I thought as I sat at the rear end of the hall. I'm sure she doesn't have as many enemies as I do, but how have I been living my life that I don't even feel safe despite all my money and bodyguards? I guess it's karma doing its thing. People have always felt threatened by me. Now it's my turn to taste my own medicine. My phone started beeping, which drew me out of my thoughts. I looked at the caller ID, and it was Jessie, my stepsister. I picked up the call. "Hello, sis," I said, with forced happiness. On the other end of the call, she replied that her voice was less cheerful. "Father is going to call you in a while. He said the proposal you sent him last night was faulty. From the manner in which he spoke, he sounded really angry. When he calls, he might say a lot of hurtful words to you. Please don't argue or avoid his call altogether. I'm going to come by the office later today, so we can come up with something better.” She hung up abruptly. Anger bubbled up inside me. "And what the hell is this? I worked so hard on this proposal, and then he tagged it nonsense. I roared angrily and sighed. I could see the chef's hands trembling as she served the food. She must have been afraid. "I won't be eating anymore. I lost my appetite.” I declared and dashed out angrily, heading towards.The driver raced toward the office. On the journey to the office, I kept pondering how to excel at my job. The job is difficult enough, and not getting the recognition and accolades I deserve is even more difficult. The driver was parking in the garage when I saw her—my new PA—coming out of an old car and running into the hospital hastily. I got out and went into the office. I already had her seated when I walked in. She greeted me. I ignored her and demanded a cup of coffee. Her confused expression revealed her ignorance of my coffee preference, which was confirmed when she summoned up the courage and asked me. "Are you just stupid or daft? Aren't you supposed to know my coffee preference by now? And you came to work late. Do you think we groom amateurs here? Aren't you supposed to resume work early? You must think you are something special for me to employ.” I swallowed hard, internally admitting to her uniqueness. "Now you want to start misbehaving. You better do your job well and be good at it, or I'm going to fire you before you know it," I shouted angrily at her, attracting other people's attention as whispers filled the room. Regretting my actions almost immediately, I became embarrassed and bitter at myself. Nathan, what have you done? You just keep hurting her over and over again, and you keep ruining your chances of her forgiving you. Aside from her lateness, she hadn't done anything wrong to attract so much wrath from me. I was angry at Father, and I just directed my aggression and frustrations onto her because she is a weaker vessel. "Today, which I had anticipated was going to be a good one, has already been ruined by my actions," I muttered angrily. She just stood there, saying nothing, and I could hear her sob softly. I watched as her eyes, which once radiated peace and happiness, now reflected pain and sadness. I retreated into my office and slammed the door shut. What a bad impression I have given her. I doubt we will ever get along.Judith’s POV I stood there, startled, as I watched him yell angrily and glare murderously at me as if I had wronged him in his previous life. Everything transpired in a blink of an eye, leaving me utterly dumbfounded and profoundly embarrassed by the attention he had garnered. Tears welled up in my eyes as he stormed into his office. "What an asshole," I thought bitterly. Reflecting on how he had interacted with me during the interview, I could have sworn to everyone that they were wrong about him, but I guess he merely pitied me; that’s probably why I got the job so easily. I blame myself for resuming work late. I lamented that had I been here earlier, I could have avoided all this mess by checking his preferences and making the coffee ahead of time. "Oh goodness, I'm already getting into trouble on my first day," I muttered, smacking my head in frustration. I wiped away my tears and sat down, feeling dejected. "Don't beat yourself too hard," I heard someone say in a whisper, w
Nathan's POV Oh fuck, there seems to be something fundamentally wrong with me. I hope my aunt wasn't right when she labeled me a harbinger of bad luck and disaster years ago, after my mom's death. Everything, even the universe, seems to be against me. I don't have peace within me; I always have this fear of the unknown. A wave of guilt weighed on me. It seems to me that I'm the architect of my own misery. I should have navigated life with more prudence and grace. Oh damn, I miss mom. London offers no solace—no love or warmth; everything just seemed off, like I just popped up in the middle of nowhere. Even the one person I love, the one whose forgiveness I desperately seek, I continue to alienate with my careless words and actions. "Should I just go back to Rome? If I go back, what would I do there?" I mused loudly. No one would want to associate with me, as everyone dreaded and avoided me like a plague. "Well, let me just stay here. At least I'm a billionaire and highly respecte
Judith’s POV I was truly dumbfounded when the mighty and sophisticated Nathan Everton extended a heartfelt apology to me. He has always been known for his rude personality and nasty temper; everyone feared him, and his sudden apology left me speechless and thoroughly stunned for a while. I guess he isn't that bad after all; he must have an iota of conscience and human feelings. "It's okay, sir. I'm partly to blame too," I said, stuttering a little. "I will strive to be more professional, and I hope you can offer some assistance too. It’s my first time working in such an environment like this," I added. "Okay, you may get back to work then," he responded. Just as I was about to leave, I turned back and said, "I really appreciate your apology, sir. It made me feel better. Thank you so much." He merely nodded and flashed a smile that could have floored anyone before I hastily exited his office. "Oh goodness, the job can't be that bad,” I giggled as I stepped into my own office. L
Nathan’s POV "What?" I shouted, immediately regretting my outburst, as I became embarrassed afterwards. "I don't know you have children," I said, forcing a smile. "Yes, I have a two-year-old twin," she replied confidently as she packed some items inside her bag. "Okay, wow, you can go ahead and close for the day," I said, my mind still reeling from the revelation. "Okay, sir," she responded, took her bag, and left. Immediately after she left, I began to fidget. How could she have children without my knowing? My mind raced with possibilities—did she get pregnant by her fiancé and then not marry him? Perhaps they broke up afterward. Or could the children be mine? The brief encounter we shared seemed too insignificant to result in a pregnancy. I was lost in the thousands of thoughts bombarding my mind, driving me to the brink of madness. My head went blank, and I couldn't think clearly. All I wanted was to get home and relax. Taking my phone out of my inner pockets, I dialed Jam
Nathan's POV As I arrived at the garage, the car was already parked. I made my way to the driver's seat and ordered James to step out, explaining that I would love to drive myself; it would undoubtedly appear suspicious if I ordered him to tail my personal assistant. What kind of boss would that portray me as? "Boss, did I do something wrong?" His voice trembled, as if he were about to cry. "I'm not firing you. I just needed to be somewhere alone," I reassured myself before taking the keys from him and speeding off. I caught up with her just as she reached the gate. Her car, a dilapidated vehicle in poor condition, seemed to struggle with each movement. It finally came to a halt in front of a school named Great Minds College, located on the outskirts of town. The school was large and immaculate, with several cars belonging to other parents who had come to pick up their children. I parked the car not too far away from hers, assured that she wouldn’t recognize my car. She alighte
Judith POV "Yes, I would love to have a drink," he said affirmatively. I had anticipated a polite refusal, believing him too fatigued and thirsty to accept my offer. Despite a hectic day at the office, his willingness to assist us was a gesture for which I will remain eternally grateful. He appeared markedly different from the reputation that preceded him, though could a hundred people be entirely mistaken? Or perhaps he has multiple personality disorders. The door was unlocked, and we entered the house, which exuded warmth and coziness. "It's good to be home," I thought as I held the door open for him. "Welcome to my home, Mr. Nathan," I said, smiling. "Welcome to my home, Mr. Nathan," I said, smiling at him. Surveying the room with admiration, he complimented the decor, though his smile seemed forced. Observing his demeanor, I could detect tiredness, or probably discomfort. He must have gone to great lengths to help us. I offered him a seat, and he chose the nearest couch.
Nathan’s POV Knowing I shouldn’t ask, I asked anyway. I needed to clear my head to purge myself of these gnawing doubts. The uncertainty was gradually draining me and eating me alive. It amazed me how I managed to stay sane. Every meeting and appointment today had been attended to absentmindedly, and it was severely affecting my performance. I needed clarity; I needed to uncover the truth so I could focus on other tasks at hand. “If I get the truth, will it really put my life back on track?” I wondered. But at the very least, it would clear my doubts. “Mr. Nathan, please, I really don’t want to talk about it. It’s a bad experience—an experience that almost shattered my life overnight. But thank God for the twins. They came along and gave my life meaning and purpose again, making me feel fulfilled,” she said, a tear escaping from her eye. “I’m sorry” was all I could muster. I didn’t really know how to console someone, having never done so before. “Please leave, Mr. Nathan. I need
Judith’s POV Hello, am I speaking with Mrs. Summers?" A voice inquired over the phone. "Yes, you are," I replied, still uncertain about the caller's identity. "It's the receptionist on the first floor. You have a parcel from Rex Motors. Please come pick it up," she informed me. "Rex Motors? Okay, I will be there soon," I said and hung up. "Isn't that a well-known car company? Why would they have a parcel for me?" I murmured, dialing the phone to inform my boss that I would be stepping out briefly. I took the elevator down to the first floor and retrieved the parcel. The parcel truly bore my name. Curiosity got the best of me as I unsealed the package on the first floor and found a car key inside. I was dumbfounded, wondering who could have purchased a car for me. Upon checking the receipt, I saw the buyer's name: Everton Medicals. I hurried back to the elevator and knocked on his office door. He instructed me to enter as he continued working on his laptop. I inquired about the