Author's point of view... After Jim explained to her that the man she had encountered was indeed her husband, Nathan, she felt like crying. She was so stunned by the revelation. "But Nathan was...he is... wasn't he... his legs...," she stuttered in bewilderment. Actually, after witnessing everything, she had no words to explain her state of mind. Did he recover just now? No...! That can't be. He was walking so casually as if he was never a crippled one. She thought. As if smacking her out of her daze, Jim cleared his throat. "Mrs. Dawis, unfortunately, rumors don't stop at the wise," Jim replied. Rumours...! She scoffed internally, she had seen him pretending to be vulnerable, not just heard some rumours for god's sake. The man she met before today was so different from the one she met just now. However, this person was like a monster unlike the calm and composed one that her boss was. Staring at her confused expression, Jim continued. "You look like a wise person
Author's point of view... Just before Ericka entered with a gift box in her hands, Nathan was in a call with Mike in which Mike was reporting him about the recent discoveries. With his boss's instructions, Mike went to investigate everything thoroughly about Ericka and her family. And to his astonishment, her brother, Ryan Johnson was caught selling some stolen goods in the black market. Nathan's eyes darkened as he heard what that stolen good was exactly, his mother's ring. The wedding ring that he had put on Ericka's finger the other day. His jaw clenched as he gritted in frustration. His anger palpable. She was never someone worthy of it. He punched the table in front of him as he thought how foolish he was not to be able to see through her false innocent facade. How could he not know that the girl he thought simple and innocent was actually a gold digger too. A shameless thief, who would do anything for money. It took him a while to calm himself down. He wanted to
Author's point of view... "Oh...dear sister. Did you like my gift? Was that useful?" After a heartfelt laughter, Elvira finally sneered. "Elvira...was that you?" Ericka's face turned red in anger. How shameless her small sister could be...! "So what if it was me?" Elvira replied, sounding pleased with herself. Ericka clutched her phone tightly as she listened to Elvira’s mocking laughter again on the other end. "Why would you do such a shameless thing, Elvira? My life is already miserable. Why can't you just leave me alone?" Ericka asked, feeling close to tears. Elvira chuckled shamelessly, there wasn't a glint of guilt in her eyes. "Obviously, I want to help make sure you have a fulfilling marriage," she said mockingly. "Unfortunately, with your husband's frail condition, I'm afraid he won't be able to perform so well, so I'm just helping you out a little to push him." Elvira paused to laugh, then continued. "By the way, I'm curious, just how ugly is your husband?" Elvira
Author's point of view... In the middle of the city, far away from the Dawis group, Nathan had just entered his office room. Other than the poor, helpless and disabled eldest son of the Dawis family, he had another identity and that is, the youngest capitalist of the country. The man of power who can control the entire city with one command, Mr. X. His company, Seahawk Enterprises, is famous for both wealth and power. Every businessman, successfull or unsuccessful, wants a piece of this powerful enterprise. Though no one had ever seen him or met him, Mr.X holds a strange grip on the higher society. Even his father, Jonathan Dawis had been trying so hard to meet this man just to curry some favour for his company. But Nathan always declined to come out of his seclusion, time and again. "Sir, are you sure that you don't want me to go there?" Mike asked slowly, reading the sullen expression on Nathan's face. Nathan glared at him before dismissing him. "No need" Mike c
Author's point of view... She was saved but the situation clearly left her in a vicious corner. She wasn't able to say a word as an explanation as Nathan's men entered the room and dragged her out of it. Ericka, however, didn't protest. It had become a regular thing for her being treated that way but the only thing that bothered her was the humiliation that she felt while those huge men were dragging her out of the bustling office building like a criminal. She hung her head and fought back the urge to cry. I wasn't going to say no to come with him, why does he have to go to such length just to humiliate me...! Ericka thought as she was thrown into the car. Soon, she was brought back into that mansion of a prison again but this time, she wasn't allowed to roam freely. Jim was instructed to keep her locked in her room and her phone was snatched by them again. Ericka slumped into one of the corners of that beautiful hell, thinking about what her life has become. The more
Author's point of view... Nathan Dawis lifted his eyes, his expression cold and mocking. "And who the hell do you think you are? What right do you have to discipline me?" he asked. "You are nothing but a free loader so be it..." Ericka gritted. How could someone have a rotten mood even in early mornings. This man before her had the worst temper she had ever seen. "I'm only trying to help," she thought to herself, not daring to speak out loud, "because I heard you're weak and sick. God, you are such a jerk!" She lightly bit her lower lip and lowered her gaze. "Obviously, he's not going to accept any advice from anyone, of course. Why am I even trying?" Nathan could tell she was secretly cursing him. Leaning back in his chair, his tall frame exuded dominance as he stared at her for a while before saying, "You know a lot about what to eat and what not to eat, hun?" he added, and Ericka clearly felt a knot in her stomach. He is definitely going to say something that wou
Author's point of view... "No, no...no..." she replied almost immediately, picking up her breakfast as quickly as she could. She didn't get the chance to add some more into her plate. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to eat upstairs." she ran towards the stairs without even waiting for his reply. Returning to her room, she let out a deep breath before happily eating her breakfast. What a weirdo...! I heard him to be arrogant when I joined his company but now I can see what he actually was, a weirdo who always enjoyed torturing people around him. As Ericka ate, she recalled Nathan's reaction when he first tasted her omelet. "It was very strange," she thought. "He clearly seemed to be enjoying the meal then why the hell show ignorance when she asked...! She couldn't figure it out. Then, her mind wandered back to the dream she had that night, when she unknowingly and unintentionally kissed him. She had felt the heat of his body, and despite everything, she couldn'
Author's point of view... Nathan shook his head shedding all the thoughts from his mind. Once again, his expression darkened. "Though she was just trying to get herself out of Logan's grip, she could have tried something else. Why didn't she shout for help or push the emergency button next to her. Instead of doing anything else, she opted for flirting with that bastard..." His expression turned gloomy once again and he walked out of his room for a jog. After doing some stretching exercises, Ericka found a huge tree in the garden and strode towards it. It was a huge peach blossom tree and it looked beautiful, something from a fairy land. She stretched upwards, raising herself on her toes and tried to pluck a small branch from the tree. “What are you doing?” A deep, cold voice cut through the quiet morning air. Startled, Ericka gasped and lost her balance. Instinctively, she reached out to grab onto something, anything, to steady herself. Unfortunately her hand clenched
Author's point of view... Ericka was furious. Her cheeks burned looking at the man getting closer and closer. She couldn't help but feel infuriated. He dared to flirt with her when all he was going to do was divorce her. He is shameless. Jack felt his mind getting numb. The man sitting in the back seat was actually flirting with his wife. His boss flirting with a woman...! Jack thought that he might have heard it wrong. How could Nathan say those words? He felt he should just disappear from there. Why is he listening to something that he shouldn't have?!! Ericka unconsciously covered herself with her little hands and closed her eyes. Nathan stopped. A smirk tugged on his handsome face. Ericka's flustered face looked so attractive and appealing, but she didn't want to do anything stupid, not at least now. Getting back to his normal place, he grunted. Ericka slowly opened her eyes as the heat that she felt earlier on her face subsided. She looked at his handsome face, surpri
Author's point of view... As she walked in, Ericka saw that the entire Dawis family was gathered at the breakfast table, though her husband and the old lady were missing. At that point, her mind was in a mess and she was in no mood to join the crowd. She won't be welcomed dearly, anyways, so she went upstairs, straight to Nathan's room. Just when she was about to reach out for the door handle, she heard some noises coming from inside which made her freeze on the spot. "Sir, everything is done. What are we going to do next?" It was Mike's voice and she was sure about it. She hadn't seen him for days. Mike was on the phone. Nathan didn't respond immediately but after a minute, he spoke coldly, "Nothing" he said nonchalantly, he had just achieved what he wanted, there was no hurry about the rest of the plan. "Just wait until grandma transfers the shares." he replied, Ericka gasped. Shares!! Grandma's shares! So that was all true!! Logan was telling the truth...! T
Author's point of view... A hush came over the room. Everyone sat speechless as Elvira's lies were exposed. Elvira, out of any ideas to deal with the matter, pretended to faint and slumped into Logan's arms. "She might be stressed!" Nathan said coldly, the sarcasm evident in his voice. Ericka, however was not at all in a mood to see through her sister's act. She was so furious that she felt her cheeks started burning. "Logan, just take Elvira to rest" Jonathan was the first one to speak, easing the awkward situation. "That little girl...she might have done it by mistake. Why would she harm her own sister?" he tried to cover up Elvira's lies. Nathan scoffed but didn't say anything. With that, the matter was closed, just like that. Logan, however, shot one last glance at Ericka before scooping Elvira into his arms and rushing out of the room. Finally, a staff member broke the silence by announcing that breakfast was ready. Everyone left the room as the show was finally ov
Author's point of view... Elvira was so stunned in disbelief that it took a few minutes for her to recover from her shock. "You dare hit me...!" she growled when her mind reeled everything back before her eyes. It was the first time in her entire life that someone had slapped her and out of all, the one who slapped her was none other than Ericka, her useless sister, who was not more than a punching bag for her and her mother for years. That was utterly unbelievable. "You bitch..." Elvira was just about to spring up to grab Ericka's hair, but Ericka kicked Elvira's knees, making her slump down again. Ericka was done with everything that had to do with this shameless sister of hers. "Stop messing around..." Ericka warned through gritted teeth but her words were cut off as Jonathan strode to them. Taking advantage of the situation, Jonathan stepped into that mess, standing between the two of them. He glared at Ericka with disdain, clearly declaring his stand for the other o
Author's point of view... As Elvira walked in, she saw how affectionately the old lady held Ericka's hand while she was being ignored completely. She couldn't take it anymore. As the only daughter of the Hollow family, she was used to being treated like a princess, whereas Ericka, being the breadwinner of her family, was treated like a maid who would do anything. Elvira couldn't just see Ericka being loved. She just wanted that attention to herself. How could her cousin, a girl from a mediocre family, have that importance while the only daughter of the Hollow family was being ignored!! That's not going to happen...! That old hag must be blind to not see her!! She gritted. Moving forward, Elvira stood beside Logan. "Oh my, Ericka, you are here. We were all so worried about you last night, weren't we, Logan?" Elvira remarked, nudging Logan with a smirk. She just wanted to show herself quite dissolved in the family before the old lady. As if she cared a lot about her siste
Author's point of view... "No..no.... it's not like that" Ericka instantly tried to explain but the old lady brushed it off with a knowing gesture. "I know..." she grabbed Ericka's hand and continued, "I know very well about little Nati's temper, Darling. You don't have to tell me about it..." Ericka stared between Nathan and the old lady, stunned, clearly not knowing what to say. Amanda laughed and looked at Nathan who was glaring daggers at Ericka. Despite the anger, there was also a hint of surprise in his eyes. He never saw his grandmother taking sides, especially when it comes to him. She was never so friendly and happy before, laughing and chatting like how she did at that time. He was very puzzled about how Ericka could impress anyone by just being there without putting any efforts. "You know..." the old lady continued, "I was so worried about this boy..." Amanda turned her gaze back to Ericka, who was still so confused, looking as if she had walked into an alternate
Author's point of view... After getting dressed, Ericka walked out. A maid was waiting outside for her to receive her. Nathan had made sure she would always be tailed behind by someone to keep her safe. The maids and servants he planted in the Dawis mansion were all his people, all trained in martial arts and weaponry. After what had happened the day before, he couldn't help but feel unease. He was sure that someone from his family was trying to harm Ericka and that was because of him. He felt guilty. At least he had to keep her safe until he reached his goal. "Ma'am, this way please" the maid escorted her towards the ancestral quarters to meet the old matriarch of the family. Ericka looked around. Neither Nathan nor any of his men were anywhere to be found. She gulped nervously before asking the maid, "Have you seen Mr Dawis anywhere," the maid looked at her confused, Ericka instantly corrected herself, "I mean, Nathan?" That maid shook her head, "No ma'am. I haven't
Author's point of view... Ericka was stunned. It didn't take him a second to scoop her fragile body into his arms. Before she could understand what was happening, she was already in his arms. "You...Nathan...I am..." she stuttered, unable to speak normally. He stared at her and finally said in his ever so commanding tone. "You are sleeping with me..." Ericka instantly felt her throat dry. Sleeping with him? Is he serious? "But...I...I don't want to trouble you" she finally said with a futile effort to set herself free. He narrowed his eyes and snorted through clenched teeth. "Aren't you afraid?" Nathan asked. Ericka lowered her head. She was indeed afraid of closing her eyes. "Yes," She admitted timidly. "Then you can sleep next to me. You won't be afraid anymore." he said, his voice calm but unreadable. Nathan recalled the strange emptiness he had felt when she had chosen to sleep on the couch instead of beside him. "I'm just having trouble sleeping tonight
Author's point of view... The more Nathan thought about Ericka, the more intrigued he became. After he left the bathroom, Ericka closed the door and exhaled deeply. Was he going to kiss me? she wondered but soon smacked herself out of that thought. "He wasn't..." She confirmed. "He didn't even kiss me during the wedding, why would he do that now? He was just trying to intimidate me." she was sure that it was all because he was trying to scare her. Maybe trying to make her forget about the wolf. But that method was even more scary. She thought as she peeled off her filthy clothes, tossing them aside before stepping into the shower. The cold water cascaded over her, washing away the black mud that still clung to her skin. The air filled with the damp, earthy scent of mud as it swirled down the drain. With every drop of water that ran off her body, she felt her anxieties melting away. It was as if she had narrowly escaped death, and now, standing under the cool stream, a wa