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... In Ericka’s opinion, the evening’s food that those chefs had prepared, had not been bad. If Nathan disliked even the food made by a top-notch chef, she was certain he wouldn’t like what she cooked either. He probably just wanted to put her in a hard position. Maybe this was his way of getting revenge. She thought as she strode into the kitchen. As she looked around, she exhaled. In order to cook with the fresh ingredients every time, the chefs who worked there earlier, had discarded the remaining things. Now only a few ingredients were available. With the limited ingredients left in the kitchen, she gathered what she could do and began preparing a dish with steak, vegetables and mushrooms. Nathan was so hungry that his stomach hurt so badly. Unable to concentrate on the documents he had brought from work, he stood up and walked toward the kitchen to grab some water. There, he found Ericka cutting vegetables with her head lowered, focused on her tas
Author's point of view... Ericka stood before the mirror and practiced her words about how she would tell Nathan about the job application she had sent the other day. Despite doing it a hundredth time, she still trembled slightly. She sighed at last. He wasn't an easy going person to begin with. "Fine...! I will tell him once I get the offer letter from the company. Sea Hawks Enterprises is a very big company and I am sure he will accept my request once he knows that I am already accepted in it." she mumbled to herself before sitting on her bed and taking out her Laptop. "Besides, he is an unemployed man now. I don't know anything about his bank balance. Maybe he is broke. I can help him if I get a job at such a big company..." Ericka thought as she opened her mailbox to check any mails. As Ericka was waiting for a reply for the application she had sent the other day, she received a call from her sister, Elvira instead. After contemplating for a moment, she finally accept
Author's point of view... "The drama begins..." Nathan muttered to himself as he read the content of the text message he received. He had anticipated this would come sooner or later. Luke noticed the change in Nathan's mood and stood up giving him the privacy he needed. That expression clearly meant that the text he received just now was from his family and Nathan hated of anyone pry into his personal matters. And of course, Luke had already dug a nail for himself by bringing up the topic of his wife. He slowly walked away. Nathan narrowed his eyes and read the text ignoring Luke completely. [Nathan, there's a family dinner tomorrow. I know things are not quite well now but family is family. And you have to keep the promise you made. Bring your wife to introduce her to the family!!] Nathan felt a pang of irrigation building up in his chest. He had agreed to get married but had never signed up for a drama that was about to unfold. However, he had to attend it, as the
Author's point of view... The Dawis family was complicated. Jonathan had Nathan with his first wife, Amelia Dawis, a strong woman from a wealthy family in London, the Smiths. Of all the children, Nathan was the unwanted one while Logan was the favoured one. Ericka masked her emotions, pretending not to know Logan and Elvira, and greeted them politely. Though Ericka greeted everyone in the hall, only a few reciprocated the others just ignored her like she was some plague. These are all a bunch of arrogant brutes..! she thought. Once the formal greetings finished, Jonathan's commanding voice echoed. "Where’s Nathan?" Jonathan Dawis asked, displeased. Ericka was jolted as this was her big boss a while ago. She hesitated for a moment then answered in a low tone, forgetting the fact that she was not an employee at Dawis group. “Aa...Mr. Nathan Dawis is unwell and couldn’t come,” Ericka replied, using the excuse she had prepared in her mind. She used to work for them and fo
Author's point of view... The Dawis family was complicated. Jonathan had Nathan with his first wife, Amelia Dawis, a strong woman from a wealthy family in London, the Smiths. Of all the children, Nathan was the unwanted one while Logan was the favoured one. Ericka masked her emotions, pretending not to know Logan and Elvira, and greeted them politely. Though Ericka greeted everyone in the hall, only a few reciprocated the others just ignored her like she was some plague. These are all a bunch of arrogant brutes..! she thought. Once the formal greetings finished, Jonathan's commanding voice echoed. "Where’s Nathan?" Jonathan Dawis asked, displeased. Ericka was jolted as this was her big boss a while ago. She hesitated for a moment then answered in a low tone, forgetting the fact that she was not an employee at Dawis group. “Aa...Mr. Nathan Dawis is unwell and couldn’t come,” Ericka replied, using the excuse she had prepared in her mind. She used to work for them and fo
Author's point of view... "The drama begins..." Nathan muttered to himself as he read the content of the text message he received. He had anticipated this would come sooner or later. Luke noticed the change in Nathan's mood and stood up giving him the privacy he needed. That expression clearly meant that the text he received just now was from his family and Nathan hated of anyone pry into his personal matters. And of course, Luke had already dug a nail for himself by bringing up the topic of his wife. He slowly walked away. Nathan narrowed his eyes and read the text ignoring Luke completely. [Nathan, there's a family dinner tomorrow. I know things are not quite well now but family is family. And you have to keep the promise you made. Bring your wife to introduce her to the family!!] Nathan felt a pang of irrigation building up in his chest. He had agreed to get married but had never signed up for a drama that was about to unfold. However, he had to attend it, as the
Author's point of view... Ericka stood before the mirror and practiced her words about how she would tell Nathan about the job application she had sent the other day. Despite doing it a hundredth time, she still trembled slightly. She sighed at last. He wasn't an easy going person to begin with. "Fine...! I will tell him once I get the offer letter from the company. Sea Hawks Enterprises is a very big company and I am sure he will accept my request once he knows that I am already accepted in it." she mumbled to herself before sitting on her bed and taking out her Laptop. "Besides, he is an unemployed man now. I don't know anything about his bank balance. Maybe he is broke. I can help him if I get a job at such a big company..." Ericka thought as she opened her mailbox to check any mails. As Ericka was waiting for a reply for the application she had sent the other day, she received a call from her sister, Elvira instead. After contemplating for a moment, she finally accept
Author's point of view... In Ericka’s opinion, the evening’s food that those chefs had prepared, had not been bad. If Nathan disliked even the food made by a top-notch chef, she was certain he wouldn’t like what she cooked either. He probably just wanted to put her in a hard position. Maybe this was his way of getting revenge. She thought as she strode into the kitchen. As she looked around, she exhaled. In order to cook with the fresh ingredients every time, the chefs who worked there earlier, had discarded the remaining things. Now only a few ingredients were available. With the limited ingredients left in the kitchen, she gathered what she could do and began preparing a dish with steak, vegetables and mushrooms. Nathan was so hungry that his stomach hurt so badly. Unable to concentrate on the documents he had brought from work, he stood up and walked toward the kitchen to grab some water. There, he found Ericka cutting vegetables with her head lowered, focused on her tas
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... "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 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... 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... 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