Darren’s POVI slammed the important papers onto the table with an angry face. "Damn it. Asshole." My eyes stopped on a letter that made my blood boil instantly. With trembling hands, I opened the envelope and read the contents. "Asset seizure letter," I muttered in a barely audible voice. An asset worth billions of dollars is now on the line. My hands clenched into fists, and my chest tightened with mounting anger. I looked once more at a letter from one of my overseas clients. It was a fine collection letter from the company for a fantastic amount. "This is crazy."As if that wasn't bad enough, the next letter I opened was a termination letter from one of the biggest clients that my company had worked with for a long time. This loss could reach hundreds of millions of dollars. I slammed the letters down once more as if that would ease my emotions. In fact, it wasn't at all. It made me even more angry that several other documents were scattered on the floor. "You bastard!" I shou
Darren’s POVAt eight in the evening, I was still in my car, a metallic black BMW 7 Series, whose interior was covered in cream-colored leather with a touch of mahogany wood in some parts. The night was bustling, as the hustle and bustle of traffic outside suggested otherwise. It was a slightly late hour at the office, and the streets were still bustling with vehicles passing each other. Inside this brand-new car, I felt isolated from the crowd outside. While waiting, I stared out the window, watching one car after another pass by. Streetlights and vehicle headlights created fast-moving shadows along the sidewalk, giving the illusion of constant movement even though I was just sitting still. Every second felt longer than usual like time slowed to mock my patience. I can only look out the window uneasily. The heavy traffic slowly began to ease, but my mind kept spinning. Before long, my phone finally buzzed, breaking the silence in this expensive vehicle. I looked at the screen numb
Noella’s POVI walked out of the convenience store with two bags of groceries in hand. Just a few personal necessities such as tissues, cotton wool, and a few types of raw foodstuffs for me to process when I get home. As I was waiting for a taxi, the phone in my bag rang. I hold my grocery bags tighter, then reach for my cell phone from inside my bag. "Enrick," I muttered, seeing the name on the screen. I quickly swiped the green button and greeted, "Hello, Enrick.""Hey, Noella. Are you done shopping?""Yeah, I just got out of the supermarket," I replied."What did you buy?" His voice sounded warm and gentle as always. "Just some personal necessities and some groceries. I want to cook something for us to eat together tonight, I replied, sounding enthusiastic. "Alright. Isn't there anything else you need?" Enrick asked in a severe tone. I smiled. "No, I already bought everything I need.""Wait, what did you buy with two hundred dollars? Don't embarrass me with the bank. "You shoul
Noella’s POVAfter hanging up the phone, I sat down on a chair, feeling tears rolling down my cheeks. I stared at the beautifully arranged dining table, the food that now seemed meaningless. How could everything change so quickly? Just now, I was hoping to make Enrick happy with this dinner, and now I don't even know if he'll survive the accident or not.I stood up, trying to calm myself down. "I have to be strong," I whispered to myself, even though my heart felt broken. "I can't stay here. I have to catch up with Calend to the scene."I arrived at the crash site after receiving the location transmission from Calend. The street was dark and full of flashing lights from police cars and ambulances, adding to the already gripping tension in my heart.I quickly got out of the car and looked around, hoping to find Enrick or Calend. However, my sight was only filled with the crowd of police, investigators, and paramedics who were busy with their respective tasks.Confusion clouded my mind.
Noella’s POVThree days had passed since the accident, but Enrick's whereabouts were still nowhere to be found. Time seemed to pass so slowly that every second felt like a thorn in my heart. I sat in the quiet living room, staring at the phone screen filled with news about Enrick. Social media and online news were filled with speculation about what might have happened to him. Some thought Enrick must have been burnt to death, while others argued that he might have been hiding from something that was after him. I felt upset and angry. This must be Darren's doing. Only he had the motive and ability to do something like this. He had been after Enrick for a long time, and now he probably thought he had succeeded. But in my heart, I still hoped Enrick was alive. If he was hiding, that meant he might still be alive. That thought gave me a glimmer of hope. Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps broke my reverie. The butler entered the room with a severe expression. "Mrs. Noella, sorry to
Noella’s POVTwo days had passed since Enrick's funeral ceremony, although his body had not yet been found. Since that day, my days have been lonely and lethargic without him. Every corner of this house reminded me of Enrick, and every memory made my heart break even more. I had no appetite for food. I could only stare at the empty plates on the dining table, thinking about how lonely life would be without her.Sasa, who was always faithful by my side, began to worry about my condition. He tried everything he could to cheer me up. "Madam, the weather outside looks nice. Would you like to take a walk outside? I'm sure there's something that can make you feel better," she said, looking at me worriedly. I just shook my head softly, too lazy and uninspired to do anything. "No, Sasa. I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to be alone," I replied in a weak voice.Sasa sighed, looking distraught at not knowing what else to do. I knew she wanted to help me, but I was too immersed in grief
Noella’s POVAfter leaving Enrick's house, which was now occupied by Stuart's family, I got into a taxi with a sad feeling. A feeling of emptiness came over me as the cab drove towards Uncle Martin's house. The streets I used to walk on now felt unfamiliar and distant as if the world around me had become darker and gloomier.After what seemed like a long ride, the taxi finally stopped in front of Uncle Martin's house. I paid the taxi driver with an unsteady hand and stepped out, carrying a large bag containing my personal belongings. When the taxi passed, I stood in the yard for a moment. Gathering the strength to step towards the house. With a heavy heart and unsteady steps, I finally reached the door of Uncle Martin's house. The door to this house is usually always locked. So I intended to take out the key from inside my bag. However, when my hand reached for the doorknob and pushed it gently, the door turned out to be unlocked. The door opened easily, adding to my confusion."Why
Noella’sPOV I took a deep breath, trying to control the emotions that were still a little riled up. "Stuart's family are Enrick's distant relatives. They're still related to him by blood." I started. My voice trembled at the mention of Enrick's name. "It's just that the Stuarts don't want to recognize Enrick as one of them. That's why Enrick goes by the name Noble and not Stuart."Martin furrowed his brow, trying to digest the information. "Apparently, that's what happened to the Enrick family. Their relationship is complicated," he muttered. His eyes were still looking at me with concern. I nodded slowly, tears welling up in my eyes again. "Yes, very complicated. And now, they have dared to take possession of Enrick's property, even though they never acknowledged Enrick's existence. How mean of them," I continued in an annoyed tone.Uncle Martin let out a long sigh, clearly sensing my sadness. "It's so evil. They should be ashamed of themselves. Noella, if you need help, just tell
Noella’s POVAfter a beautiful wedding, Enrick and I embarked on our honeymoon to Paris, France, a city known for its romance. I felt very excited as the plane landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport. This was the beginning of a new adventure for both of us.We arrived at a luxurious hotel located near the Eiffel Tower. From the balcony of our room, the view of the majestic Eiffel Tower was mesmerizing. "Look at that, Enrick. It's beautiful," I said, holding his hand tightly."Do you like it?""Very much. I like it a lot, Enrick," I replied happily.After a short rest, we decided to walk around the city. We visited the Eiffel Tower and climbed to the top. The view of Paris from the top was amazing. We took pictures and enjoyed every moment. "This is amazing, Enrick. I've never felt so happy," I said, smiling at him.After enjoying the view, we decided to try some French cuisine. We had lunch at a small restaurant famous for its traditional cuisine. I ordered escargot, and Enrick tried coq
Noella’s POVThe atmosphere in the bride's dressing room was full of excitement. I sat in front of the mirror, wearing a graceful white wedding dress with intricate lace embellishments. All the wedding accessories were perfectly set; a diamond tiara in my hair, a pearl necklace that hung beautifully around my neck, and ivory-colored high heels that added elegance to my appearance. In my hand, I held a bouquet of wedding flowers consisting of white roses and lilies, symbols of purity and eternal love.My heart was pounding, and I felt agitated. I stared at the mirror, trying to calm myself down by taking a deep breath. Uncle Martin walked into the dressing room with a big smile. "Noella, you look so beautiful," he said lovingly. I smiled nervously, feeling a little relieved by his praise.Uncle Martin came over and held my hand gently. "Don't be nervous, Noella. Everything will go well. You'll make Enrick and your mother very proud."I nodded slowly, trying to absorb the calmness of hi
Chapter 140Noella’s POVAfter enjoying a delicious dinner, we moved to the living room. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, with soft lamplight shining. The aroma of warm tea and the prepared snacks spread out, creating a truly relaxing atmosphere. We sat on the sofa, enjoying each other's company and making small talk.With his friendly smile, Uncle Martin took a photo album from the shelf and brought it to the table. "I have something to show you," he said, turning to the first page. The album was full of pictures of my childhood, from when I was a baby to when I grew up. Each photo brought back sweet memories of our time together."This is Noella when she was just starting to learn to walk," Uncle Martin said as he showed me the photo where I looked cute with chubby cheeks and wobbly little steps. Mama Isabella smiled at the photo, her eyes twinkling."You've been active since you were little, huh," Mama Isabella said jokingly.Uncle Martin continued to tell me stories, describing f
Noella's POV"We can make vegetable soup with this meat," I said while chopping vegetables. "A soup that's warm and full of love."Uncle Martin smiled, his spirits beginning to rise. "That's a good idea, Noella. I'll prepare the pot and start cutting the meat."We worked together in the kitchen, the atmosphere full of togetherness and joy. I felt the warmth of Uncle Martin's home, a warmth that made every meal special. We cooked with gusto, sharing tasks and stories."This dish reminds me of my childhood," Uncle Martin said as he stirred the soup pot. "Back then, your foster mother and I used to cook together, just like today."I smiled and added some spices to the pot. "Cooking together like this always makes me feel happy, Uncle."After a while, our vegetable soup began to boil, and a delicious aroma filled the kitchen. I checked the taste of the soup and added a little salt to my cooking. "It seems to have the right flavor, Uncle." "This will be the perfect dish to welcome your ma
Noella's POVI grasped Uncle Martin's hand tighter and looked into his eyes earnestly. "Uncle, I will never leave you, no matter what. So, will you stay with me at my mama's house?"Uncle Martin shook his head slowly, his face filled with doubt. "I'm not sure, Noella. I don't think I deserve to live in a rich man's house. My place is here, in this simple house."I looked at him warmly and reassuringly. "Uncle, you're like my own father. You've taken such good care of me all these years. I want you to come with me, to be part of my family."He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then nodded slowly. "All right, Noella. Suppose that's what you want. But I'm worried that this house we live in now will fall into disrepair if it's not lived in. Who will take care of it?"I smiled and grasped his hand tighter. "That's a small matter, Uncle. I'll make sure this house is maintained. You don't have to worry. this tonight, I will visit your house to thank you."Uncle Martin looked at me with eyes
Noella’s POVI visited Uncle Martin in his modest but always warm home. We sat across from each other in the memorable living room. I warmly clasped his hand, feeling his skin's rough texture from years of hard work. Uncle Martin looked at me with affectionate eyes, slightly confused by the seriousness on my face."Uncle, you know that I love you very much," I said in a slightly trembling voice."Of course, I know that, Noella. You always do everything for me. You always remember celebrating important moments in Uncle's life, like birthdays and other special days. You often prepare little surprises or cook Uncle's favourite foods to show your affection for me. I always feel that you are the greatest gift in my life. But why are you asking me that?" asked Uncle Martin, curious and confused.I took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to continue. "Uncle, I consider you like my parents. Just like my adoptive parents, too."There was a frown of concern on Uncle Martin's forehead.
Noella's POVA few days passed, and today, Enrick took me to the most famous diamond dealer in town. When we entered the luxurious store, the atmosphere of elegance was immediate. The crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the red carpet that greeted our steps made me feel like I had entered another world of luxury.Several waiters in neat and formal uniforms immediately greeted us with warm smiles. Before long, the shop owner, an elegant and friendly man, came to greet us. "Welcome to our shop. We are honored to serve you," he said with a smile. "You two look very good together."I felt awkward at his compliment, but Enrick smiled and thanked me. "We are looking for wedding rings. So show us the best ring you have," Enrick said firmly.The shopkeeper nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, sir. Please take a seat. We'll show you our best collection shortly." He signaled to the waiters, who immediately rushed to prepare some rings.We sat on a comfortable sofa while the servant
Noella's POV Enrick and Mama Isabella gathered in Mama's dining room when lunchtime came. The dining table in front of us was full of various appetizing, luxurious-looking, and diverse dishes that could only be found in the homes of the rich. There were main courses such as beef tenderloin with truffle sauce, elegantly presented lobster thermidor, and roast chicken seasoned with exotic spices. On the other side of the table are platters of fresh salads with a mix of organic vegetables, premium cheeses, and homemade dressings. Not to forget the crispy and soft artisan bread served with smooth and fragrant butter. For dessert, there are melt-in-your-mouth chocolate soufflés, rich tiramisu, and neatly cut fresh fruits. We ate our lunch quietly, savoring each bite in comfortable silence. However, it was suddenly shattered when Mama asked Enrick abruptly, "Enrick, so when are you going to marry my daughter? Do you love her? Or are your feelings not serious with her?" I was stunned to h
Noella’s POVIsabella took a deep breath before continuing as if gathering strength to convey something very important. Her usually stern face now looked soft, filled with deep affection. "I know that Uncle Martin is a very good man. I also know that your life is hard out there. You were often insulted and belittled by arrogant people like Darren and Emma. They who never liked you," she said in a tone of concern.I nodded slowly, recalling all the bitter experiences I'd had. "So, if someday mom leaves this world, all the assets that mom has will belong to you. You're my only heir," she continued firmly, but her voice was still full of tenderness. "My wealth is par with Stuart's, if not a little richer. Mama even recently purchased the assets of an island in your name to celebrate your return home."I looked at her with teary eyes, finding it hard to accept everything she said. "Mama," I said, holding back my eyes from watering. Isabella grasped my hand tightly, giving me strength thr