"Sir, don't you think we should try another way?"" Why? Are you inlove with my wife?" Niklas asked." Of course not sir. Far from that" he protested while defending himself." Then don't bring that up again if you're not" " I'm sorry sir but it's just that I think it might be too extreme"" And who are you to judge what's extreme or not?" His voice began to grow cold." Don't forget your place Lee. You're just a secretary I picked up and brushed up. Are you trying to tell me that my decision is wrong? That my plans are not worth it?" He blew hot angrily." I'm sorry sir. I'm sorry I misunderstood"" Well better!!! She is my pawn and I get to do whatever I want with her"" Yes sir" he said agreeing, though his eyes said otherwise." What's the media saying now? Are the people still bothered about my silence on the scandal?"" A few still are sir and the hashtag for your resignation is still the second most searched on the internet as if this week"" Second most searched? Why don't th
Niklas couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of Andrea crying in the arms of another man. His fury was palpable, his fists clenched tightly in his lap. He knew he had no genuine affection for Andrea—it was an arranged marriage but seeing her in such a vulnerable state, seeking solace from someone else, stirred something deep within him. Was it possessiveness? Jealousy? He wasn't sure."Drive faster," he barked at his driver, his voice cold and hard. He needed to get home, to confront Andrea, to assert his control. As the car sped through the streets, his mind raced with conflicting emotions. He didn't love her, but she was his. His to control, his to dictate.She wasn't given the permission to be seen in the street so she could be seeking for solace from men, and what was with the man patting her back.By the time he reached home, his anger had reached a boiling point. He stormed into the house, slamming the door behind him. The echo of the impact reverberating through the hallwa
The days that followed were all a litany of the same routine she had grown accustomed to.Waking up early to join the nannies in making breakfast, even if she did not help out in the cooking, she always makes sure she stays with them at the kitchen till Niklas dresses and leaves for work.She wouldn't want him getting angry at her nor assaulting her with no reasons. Taking her cellphone was already enough for her. And she having no means of leaving the house nor access to any funds were also.She always duely hoped that her parents would be safe and her sickness wouldn't act off until she had regained her feet in the house to an extent.Xyrielle was also a helper. She was her angel in the house, sent from the heavens to be her best friend.While waiting for the return of her mother in-law who was the only person she felt close to in the whole house, Xyrielle kept her company.She even helped her in watching over her brother at school, her brother whom she had gotten to know was being
"He told you to ask me to leave?" Andrea repeated and Niklas' secretary nodded his head.She batted her lashes and proceeded to begin packing her bag up again.Maybe she thought wrong and he didn't want her to act like his loving wife at a public function just yet.Her eyes darted to her dress again. It wasn't that bad. It even looked way prettier than some of the other women dressed in corporate outfits.Or was her dress not the problem. He didn't want to see her because of the malice he still has against her and didn't want to let her know.Whatever it was, she couldn't place a finger at what was the issue with him. He had been ignoring her since the first day he had laid hands on her.Not as if they were in good terms with each other before but since that day, he had always awoken early and made sure to take his bathe and leave for work, even before she'd get up to join the nannies at the kitchen.Several things seemed to be wrong with him but she couldn't tell what it was, she cou
"Where are you going to?" Dante asked Andrea."I'm returning home. Came to work and felt a slight headache, so I might miss work for today" she lied and feigned being weak.Dante worriedly and hurriedly checked her pulse and as his hand was on her forehead as he checked it, their eyes locked into each other's.There was something definitely going on with him and regardless of how much he wanted to hide it, he couldn't do so in her presence.He had told his assistant to stay back while he went over to her when they had seen her walking out of the bookshop.Why had she been on her way to leave today of all days that he was about to set her free from the worry that had been burdening her. Why had she been walking out dejectedly.He had thought she was worrying because of what might have happened at home but hearing that she might be sick, his heart beat intensified. How could she be sick, today of all days.Andrea retreated in her steps, breaking free from his hand which he had placed on
Niklas watched as Dante Daniel walked in.A surge of anger sparked within him towards him. "He is Dante Daniel?" He asked his secretary, still surprised a young man like him was the almighty Dante everyone spoke about with an untold reverence."Yes sir" he replied with excitement which caused Niklas to scowl and him reverb back into his shell and his stoic expressionless face. He had a scoff etched all over his face as Dante approached him further.He was something. He has taken his time to read his biography after he had seen the request he had made before he accepted the collaboration proposal, and he had been wowed but wouldn't let that show as that feeling for him had been suppressed by the anger he felt from the disrespect of his condition.Hold the collaboration at the bookshop when he had already made plans of having it at the company headquarters? That was an insult to him and the authority he possessed.How could he, who had been successful by luck make such demands from hi
The sounds of people screaming Dante's name did not fail to fill Andrea's ears.She wanted to dismiss it as the voice of few of his die hand fans but it seemed impossible as the noise was getting too much, almost as if he were a celebrity. "You're ready ma'am" the makeup artist said to her and her attention was called back from her realm of thoughts.Some of the ladies by the side ogled at her. She looked so pretty not because the ladies by the side were saying so.She bodied the dress. Dante's assistant had made a nice finding when he had said that she would fit into the dress perfectly because that was what she had done."You look so pretty ma'am. Your eyes too. They fit the theme of the dress so well. Nena used a light makeup on your face but you still look so gorgeous. You're a living goddess" oke of the women went on to compliment.Andrea smiled at her, shy and not knowing what to say.She could see it too. How pretty she was, her permed hair, the dress, the light make-up and b
What Andrea was witnessing wasn't what she had imagined that she would see.No, she hadn't thought about Dante helping her out to advertise the bookshop, she hadn't even known that he was a celebrity to begin with.Seeing the people drag lines in front of the book keeper and his assistant came as a surprise to her. Did Dante hold such powers or was she just seeing things."Who is he?" She muttered to one of the models that were still backstage with her, peeping at the hall from a side of the window."He is Dante Daniel, you don't know?"the woman asked.Andrea nodded her head in the negative."He is very famous and has more than 20 million followers in all of his social Media accounts combined. People say that he came to the country to find a wife while some argue that it was for another reason. Whatever it truly is,we are not sure yet but many ladies have vowed to shoot their shots at him" she ended and took a few steps back to her mirror to adjust her dress.Andrea continued to stand