Ericka's point of view... "Oh my...look here, dear, it's already so late, you should get some rest before your wedding tomorrow. It's your big day, after all, and you must look your best, isn't it?" I was jerked out of my thoughts as I heard that one word again. Wedding...! He still wants me to marry his son?? I...I...I can't believe this. I swallowed the anger in me and wanted to talk it out with Mr. Jonathan. "Mr..." I could barely utter a word when Logan chimed in. "Dad you are right. Look how tired she is. I think she should come in and get some rest. We can talk about everything later..." he hugged my shoulder and I snuggled away. Mr. Jonathan laughed, "I can't be any more happy than this...Oh Ericka, I am so glad that you came into his life..." he said, amused, genuinely delighted. I was rendered speechless. Logan continued his loving and caring facade, smiling at his father and me. He is just pretending, and I can clearly see that. What is he up to? I am su
Ericka's Point of View... I had a dream. A strange, hazy dream where I was in a fairy-tale setting, surrounded by flowers and soft sunlight. I looked ahead expectantly, shouldn't every fairy tale have a prince? And just as I anticipated, a prince charming appeared. He walked towards me, his figure blurry but his aura captivating. I smiled nervously. It was the first time that my heart fluttered inside my chest. That was a very unique feeling that I can't describe even if I write an entire book on it. The closer he got, the more I tried to focus on his face, but I couldn’t judge his appearance. Then, just as I was struggling hard to see him, he reached me, his arms encircled my waist, pulling me close. His lips touched mine, and it felt so electrifying, so real, that I froze momentarily. His lips were so soft and sweet that I wanted to bite them. It was a dream, right? I intentionally bit his lips and guess what, he didn't shout or yell at me just like a real prince ch
Ericka's point of view... "Sir...that wasn't me...I was...I was trapped...I was drugged....I didn't mean to offend you. I don't even know how I ended up here...Please believe me..." Though I controlled myself not to cry, my voice still trembled and betrayed me and I literally can't help it. My eyes were shut and I braced myself to whatever method he would use to lash out. However, nothing came out. I waited for his response or at least a grunt from him but honestly, he didn't respond at all. For a moment, I thought I was alone in that room. Slowly, I opened my eyes to peek at him and was stunned. He sat up, yawning and my eyes met with his well defined muscular chest. I gaped at him for a minute. Strangely I felt my throat drying up. I have seen many men before, not in orher way around but in telivision etc. But this was the first time that I saw a man so handsome, standing right in front of me. I gulped down awkwardly and slowly lifted my gaze up only to meet his narro
Ericka's point of view... “Do you want to get out of this situation?” Nathan’s voice softened unexpectedly, breaking through my sobs. I don't know where that came from, but I shouted at him. I never dared to talk louder before him let alone shout at him. "What...what can I do...what should I do...!" I screamed, choking on my sobs. I felt broken. I don't know if I still have a chance to get out. Though this might help me break off that engagement, I don't want to ruin Nathan's reputation too. He is innocent. Nathan didn’t flinch at my outburst. Instead, he grabbed the wheelchair beside the bed and moved to sit on it, his movements slow and composed. I was alert, just in case he needed my help. But he was calm and precise. He slowly grabbed the handles of the chair and slid down on it. He turned to me and drove in my direction. "You still have a chance," he said in a low tone. I looked up at him cautiously, hope flickering in my chest. Was he serious? His tone carr
Author's point of view... A month ago... Nathan Davis sat in his wheelchair, his sharp, calculating gaze fixed on nothing in particular, but his mind was in turmoil. Mike, his most loyal assistant, stood nearby, sorting through the endless stack of documents Nathan insisted on reviewing daily. The room was silent except for the shuffling sound of the papers that Mike held. Out of the blue, Nathan's deep voice broke the silence. “Mike, buy me a wife.” he was serious but Mike still couldn't believe he heard it right. Mike froze mid-motion, the papers slipping from his hands. He stared at his boss, hoping he’d misheard. “Excuse me, sir? Did you say something??” Nathan turned his icy gaze to Mike, his tone terrifyingly calm. “You heard me right. I want a wife so buy me one,” he said as a matter of fact. As if his demand was not anything weird. Mike wanted to cry but couldn't shed any tears. He screamed in his mind at his boss but didn't dare say anything. "Are yo
Author's point of view... “I want her,” he said simply, pointing to the screen. There wasn't any glint of humor in his tone. Nathan was serious and the man before him was dumbfounded. Mike gaped at Nathan for more than a minute. He was jerked out of his wits. His boss's way of declaring can send someone to hell. I want her...!! What kind of demand was that? He just said that as if he wanted a teddy bear from the store next door. What the heck...! “Want her?" he finally stammered still in disbelief. Nathan's eyes narrowed and his demeanor shifted almost immediately. Mike felt an unexplainable cold aura surrounding him. Nathan looked so terrifying that Mike opened his mouth to say something but gulped those words down his throat. After a few minutes, when he noticed that Nathan didn't say anything, he dared to speak out. "Sir...she is just a fresher...! I mean, she doesn’t even have any experience or family background, Sir,... She doesn't meet the job requirements.”
Author's point of view... Just as Nathan was preparing to summon Ericka, Mike said urgently. "Sir, she isn't here," Nathan raised an eyebrow. “Where did she go?" he asked in a infuriated tone that send chills down Mike's spine. "She went to the main office" Mike retorted hesitatingly. He thought it was a small task and Ericka could do it for him but Mike never expected that his boss would choose this particular day for his scheme out of all days...! "What’s she doing in that office?” Nathan was getting more and more frustrated. Mike, fidgeting nervously, responded, “Well, sir… you see… I sent her.” Nathan’s expression darkened. “You...what?" his tone was high and aggressive. Mike jolted a step back. "She is my secretary, Mike not an office assistant to run chores for you..." Nathan fumed in anger. Mike was speechless. His boss is scary sometimes but when it comes to the topic of his little secretary, he is a monster in a human form...! Mike composed himself befor
Author's point of view... Nathan sat in his office, holding one of the pictures of Ericka that his father wanted to send to Logan. She looked amazing even in a simple dress. "There is no way I am sending this to him" Nathan muttered to himself and Mike held back a scoff. He then glanced at Mike and gestured with a wave of his fingers, lazily. Mike nodded immediately, understanding what his boss meant. Though he felt that this was ridiculous, he can't possibly say anything before Nathan, right! They made their graphic designing team to photoshop the picture into an average-looking fat woman, complete with glasses, braces and a slightly uneven haircut. When the designer handed it over to Mike, he was dumbfounded. He must call the designer a genius. How could someone be changed so dramatically just by adding some things?? “Mike, you know what to do next, right? Take care of this,” Nathan said coldly. Mike blinked. “Uh, sir, ‘take care of this’ as in…?” He need to sen
Author's point of view... "Nathan...I...you..." Ericka stammered, staring devastatingly at his deep brown eyes. Her heart skipped a beat as the thought occurred to her about what he was going to do next. He isn't really wanting to bathe her, is he? She was so terrified at the thought that her entire body stiffened. If she was scared earlier by that huge black wolf, she was now even more scared of the handsome wolf in front of her. She looked like a trembling lamb before that wolf who was staring at her. He grabbed her wrist with almost no particular expression on his face. There wasn't a single bit of softness in his gaze, only disgust. Ericka couldn't understand what she did now to piss him off. "Do you really think that I would let you walk around my personal space like that?" he spat in his cold tone and Ericka finally understood what was going on. She looked down at herself, wherever she was moving, a line of mud appeared, cascading down her dress. She stared up a
Author's point of view... "Just put me down..." Ericka groaned, moving her body to jump down from Nathan's embrace. But his embrace only tightened. She tripped earlier and fell on a mud pit and was now covered in dark and stinky mud. Nathan was a clean freak and it was already hard for him to carry her and her protest only increased his annoyance. "What?" he spat annoyed. "I don't want you to touch me..." Ericka was fighting back the tears which were threatening her to run down. She was livid. If not for him, why would she have been here to begin with? If it were not for him, why would she have been in such a dangerous situation? It's all because of him...! She gritted. Nathan heaved a sigh. Maybe his wife was so scared that her mind was not working properly. "Ericka, calm down, you are safe now," Nathan said suppressing his anger, trying to calm her down, "Safe...?" she furrowed her eyebrows. As she recalled those deadly red eyes and that salivating mouth of that wo
Author's point of view... Jack jumped in fright as he saw his boss's piercing eyes. “Sir...I...Your orders are usually to not let anyone disturb you when you visit the ancestral hall, so I…” Creases appeared on Nathan’s forehead. Jack’s words made him realize that he had lost his composure. Without another word, he turned away and drove his wheelchair quickly toward the main building. Jack didn’t understand what was going on. "He doesn’t like his wife, right? So why is he so nervous?" he wondered as he rushed to help his boss. Inside the main building, Nathan’s father and the others were just about to leave when he saw them. He quickly scanned his surroundings but couldn’t see Ericka with them. “Where’s Ericka?” he asked seriously. Jonathan rolled his eyes in ridicule, his anger flaring at his son. “You don’t even know where your wife is, and you have the nerve to ask us?” Jonathan Dawis retorted coldly. Logan hesitated before walking, his gaze flickering t
Author's point of view... "Look, I don't know what you will do but I want everything to go well this time." Logan said in his commanding tone, while giving Elvira a shopping bag. "What is this?" Elvira asked curiously. She was wearing an orange off shoulder gown pairing it with a red shimmering jacket. The colors were bright, brilliantly matching her personality. She looked good but Logan was clearly displeased. "That's the dress you will be wearing when we will go meet grandma." Elvira wasn't willing to change her beautiful dress. Why would she when she clearly spent a fortune for getting it! "But why..." she protested, but she couldn't complete her question when Logan instantly grabbed her neck. "You don't have a choice...! Just do what I say." Elvira instantly nodded, "I...will.." He took a deep breath, controlling his unreasonable anger. He had been in a sore mood because of the incidents happened today. When he was calm, he explained the reason behind it. "It's
Author's point of view... Meanwhile, in the hall, Logan consulted the doctor who just operated on his mother. Not only him but no one in the entire family dared to go against Nathan. Selina was left alone in the hospital on her own. However, how could a son stay still, not doing anything. At least, he can inquire about his mother. The doctor informed him that the patient was just brought on time and the operation went well. There wasn't any particular harm done to the patient. Though everything was settled, Logan couldn't help but feel frustrated and infuriated. His mother was in the hospital yet he couldn't even go there to see her. "Nathan....you bastard...!" he hissed under his breath. He was never a man to submit that easily but Nathan had gotten them where he needs. Both Logan and his father had to listen to him if they wanted their company to survive. Logan had hated Nathan since they were young. Nathan had been a prodigy, crushing him with his intelligence and talent
Author's point of view... "Who are you?" he asked and Ericka didn't know what to answer. He wasn't joking. He was damn serious and Ericka clearly knew that he might be having an answer in his mind. "I...I am..." Ericka bit her lip, and after a moment, she lowered her head and said in a low tone, "Your wife." She felt embarrassed. The words felt heavier and awkward to speak before him. She hesitated to look into his eyes. Nathan sneered disdainfully. He thought she was feeling uneasy about being married to him. "Is it that shameful to be my wife?" Nathan asked, raising his gaze. Ericka looked up, bewildered. Where did he get that idea from? Nathan casually pulled out his gun and played with it in his hands. He had a white piece of cloth wrapped around it. Ericka stiffened. Was her answer wrong? Why would he always take her words in a different way? "No!" she smacked, "Of course not" she quickly replied, afraid that he might take offense and point the gun at her
Author's point of view... "He's Nathan," Logan spat fiercely, his fist curling into a ball. "He's a crazy bastard!" Elvira was taken aback. It was clear to Elvira that everyone in the Dawis family shared the same thoughts about the man in the wheelchair. Their fear was evident in their faces even after the man had left. Then suddenly a thought occurred to her and she recalled where she had heard that name before. Nathan...Nathan Dawis, the ex-CEO of the Dawis group...! She had recently read a post about him in the most famous business magazine, which has clearly mentioned the great achievements he had achieved at such a young age. "So Ericka was married to this man?" She asked still in shock. She gritted her teeth in frustration. "He… He was actually Nathan Dawis?" she thought, covering her mouth in shock. No wonder he was in a wheelchair. "Mom said Ericka married a useless cripple but that man was anything but useless. "I knew he was crippled, but his presence
Author's point of view... "You call him your son? He is just an insult to the family" Selina continued ranting, "He hadn’t attended the family meal, and now, his shameless wife was seducing my son..! Are you going to just sit and watch..." Selina questioned her husband. Jonathan, however, rolled his eyes in irritation. He kept his head low and massaged his forehead with his hand. He might be having a headache due to this. Jonathan knew clearly that his wife was exaggerating things, and he knew what kind of a woman Ericka was, but he chose to let that woman humiliate Ericka and his deceased wife. That old man is just a toy...! Ericka thought. “If he doesn’t respect you, why should you respect him?” Selina sneered. “In my opinion, you did that all right back then for the first time. You should just remove him and his wife from the family name and that slut of a woman, Catherine, from the family cemetery! She doesn't belong there... ” Ericka’s eyes widened. She suddenly
Author's point of view... "Honey, did you miss me?" Ericka's heart fluttered as the words echoed in her ears. Even though she couldn't clearly see his face in the darkness, she immediately recognized his cold and intense gaze. Those eyes stared intensely at her. "Nathan?" she whispered in shock. "You're here!" She tried to get up only to get pulled back even closer. He tilted his head slightly to look into her surprised eyes. "Did you miss me?" he repeated the same question, his voice dripping with amusement. Though this behaviour was unexpected, Ericka felt relieved as she saw him. But soon, as she thought about everything that she just spat, her face turned red. Did he hear everything? How long has he been here? She was just bluffing around to piss Logan off, he won't take it seriously, will he? She opened her mouth to speak, but with Logan standing right beside her, she was at a loss for words. Nathan's sharp eyes flicked to Logan. His expression remained c