"Is this how long you stay out at night in your parents house?"Andrea abruptly stopped. Her tiptoing into the room had been found out and was now useless.She had fished turning in her resignation letters at her places of part time work early but she had missed the bus going back to the mansion, or rather she had missed her way, not knowing the exact bus stop she were to stop at before taking a cab down the Mansions street.But she couldn't tell him that. It would be embarrassing to." I'm sorry but I..... " She tried explaining not meaning to be quiet at him even though he had asked her a question but he cut her short."Save your explanations for yourself, I don't want to hear them" he blurted.Next she saw him drop some pieces of paper on the table.She looked at them with questioning eyes trying to tell what they were as she waited for him to truly say what they were." I heard you've gone to turn in your resignation letters to your part time employers?" He asked." Yes" she bare
"You shouldn't just be reading them, you have to sign them as well " his cold voice shot at her and she picked up the pen that was by the side of the papers." Are you feeling bad about it? Don't tell me.. " he smirked." Of course not. Why would i?" Andrea blurted back.Why would she feel bad even though she did feel bad. She couldn't show it nor let him see beneath her composed demeanor."There are three different places your signatures are needed. Sign them as soon as you're done reading them" he said and began to walk away.Andrea picked the first paper.It looked like something he had typed out himself rather than one to be done by a professional lawyer.Because what lawyer would include all little details about him not being in love with her and not having any visions of doing so.About him awaiting the return of his lover whom she was acting as a substitute and stand in for.She has to keep up with being a housewife. He doesn't need her in public. The information that he is mar
Niklas was in the depths of his blissful slumber when he was rudely summoned by the urgent call of nature. His bladder seemed to be clearly conspiring against him and had insisted on an immediate attention. With all the grace of a startled deer, he stumbled out of the bed, his eyes barely open, he made a mad dash to the bathroom, he could easily be mistaken for an Olympic sprinter, if sprinters were half-asleep as they ran for the prize. He fumbled with the bathroom door, cursing his body's impeccable timing.Why did the pee want to come out so quickly as fast and why hadn't he awaken before it got worse as it was now.What if the woman sleeping on the couch were to see him, what would she think of him as or even say in her mind concerning him.As he successful opened the door to the bathroom, hoping to rush in and relieve himself of the pain that seemed to be coming from his bladder, he immediately slipped and fell to the bathroom floor. "Why didn't you lock the door?" He groaned
Everywhere seemed deserted. Not even the mother in-law that had been by her side was in. She seemed to have gone off to work like the others.Niklas had gotten dressed and left for work too. He had done so without feeling any remorse for what he had made her sign the other night, nor the fact that she might feel alone at their mansion.Be didn't even react when his cousin had accused her of stealing his aunt's jewelry. None of them acknowledged each other, it was almost as if they did not exist to each other.Whatever their problems were, she had bigger ones and she couldn't let herself dwell on the incidence that has happened at the dining and the cold treatments she had witnessed too.She went to the dressing room and gean to dress up.She had seen a bookshop when she had been returning. If her hunches were right and the store she had seen were to be a book store, then that was going to solve half of her boredom problems.If only she were allowed to leave the mansion to visit even i
Dante walked up to the counter in his house bar. It seemed as if he were surviving these days by drinking himself to stupor always. He had no knack to do anything because each time he picked up his design book wanting to create new designs, he always outrightly dropped it back. There was no motivation. The determination he had used to become whom he is now, the determination he had used in making himself rich so as to be able to find his sister, to be able to give her a better life whenever he would. But it seemed as if luck was not on his side and luck was never going to be on his side. He was growing tired, tired and weary of searching, tired of waiting. Tired of hoping. He got jolted by his phone that began to ring. He picked it up and answered, it was his secretary. "Oh my gracious goodness world best designer Dante Daniel, it's a miracle that you answered my call tonight. What's up? What made you change your mind and answer my call mr. Celebrity designer?" The voice f
Claudia's eyes narrowed at her. She was angry and so was her daughter, but she couldn't understand why they were angry at her nor why they were trying to push the blame on her. She hadn't neared their rooms even though they are next door neighbors. It has just been two days she came in, and apart from Niklas' room and the kitchen she has gone to, there has really been none other place she did, and definitely not for the "sight seeing" of a mansion they were trying to put it as. She has been in a few movie sets and has seen the insides of mansions, she has seen some in TV series and movies she has watched in the past, so why would she of all people and of all places go sight seeing in a house she knows she were not welcomed in. When the nanny had come to knock at the door, she had thought Niklas' was whom she sought for but her uneasy standing had given her away. She didn't know how to tell her that she was being summoned at the parlor as the prime suspect of a stealing case, bu
Amidst the outburst that was being screamed at her, Andrea noticed that her father in-law's attention did not seem to be with the two women that were complaining to him. No, it couldn't be her hunch but there was a glint in the way he stared at her. His eyes were so passionately fixated at her and if a stranger were to come to the house, she would be mistaken to be his wife. Claudia noticed this as well and noticed that she Andrea had noticed the way her brother was staring at her. Her mouth shut in a sneer and her eyes glowed with a much darker expression. Eduardo couldn't be on her side, it couldn't be allowed to happen. The girl was a threat to her plans of making her son the owner of his company, if he were to lust after his own daughter in-law, how hard would that make her plans of making Andrea's stay in the house a living hell come to pass. But then a second thought crossed her mind. If he were to begin to list after his own daughter in-law, not only would that put
"Give me a shot of Vodka" Niklas' said to the bartender. "I'm sorry but I can't anymore sir. If I do, if would be the third glass you'd be taking. You've drank too much alcohol already. I'm not sure you'd be able to keep up after taking another shot" the young man dutifully explained, worried about him and his drunken state. " Don't fucking give me that. I want another shot of vodka. I don't need your explanations. Who are you to lecture me? Are you here to make money or to give lectures to your customers? Fucking give me another shot of vodka" he shouted at the man and threw the empty glass he had finished it's contents at him but the bar tender was quick to dodge It and the glass had hit the wall instead and shattered. " I'm sorry sir, but I cannot anymore" he repeated and began signalling to one of the security in sight. " Don't be stupid. Do you know who I am? I can end you!! I can make your boss sack you!! I can end this business if I wanted to and no one would be able to