Everywhere seemed deserted. Not even the mother in-law that had been by her side was in. She seemed to have gone off to work like the others.Niklas had gotten dressed and left for work too. He had done so without feeling any remorse for what he had made her sign the other night, nor the fact that she might feel alone at their mansion.Be didn't even react when his cousin had accused her of stealing his aunt's jewelry. None of them acknowledged each other, it was almost as if they did not exist to each other.Whatever their problems were, she had bigger ones and she couldn't let herself dwell on the incidence that has happened at the dining and the cold treatments she had witnessed too.She went to the dressing room and gean to dress up.She had seen a bookshop when she had been returning. If her hunches were right and the store she had seen were to be a book store, then that was going to solve half of her boredom problems.If only she were allowed to leave the mansion to visit even i

Claudia's eyes narrowed at her. She was angry and so was her daughter, but she couldn't understand why they were angry at her nor why they were trying to push the blame on her. She hadn't neared their rooms even though they are next door neighbors. It has just been two days she came in, and apart from Niklas' room and the kitchen she has gone to, there has really been none other place she did, and definitely not for the "sight seeing" of a mansion they were trying to put it as. She has been in a few movie sets and has seen the insides of mansions, she has seen some in TV series and movies she has watched in the past, so why would she of all people and of all places go sight seeing in a house she knows she were not welcomed in. When the nanny had come to knock at the door, she had thought Niklas' was whom she sought for but her uneasy standing had given her away. She didn't know how to tell her that she was being summoned at the parlor as the prime suspect of a stealing case, bu

"Give me a shot of Vodka" Niklas' said to the bartender. "I'm sorry but I can't anymore sir. If I do, if would be the third glass you'd be taking. You've drank too much alcohol already. I'm not sure you'd be able to keep up after taking another shot" the young man dutifully explained, worried about him and his drunken state. " Don't fucking give me that. I want another shot of vodka. I don't need your explanations. Who are you to lecture me? Are you here to make money or to give lectures to your customers? Fucking give me another shot of vodka" he shouted at the man and threw the empty glass he had finished it's contents at him but the bar tender was quick to dodge It and the glass had hit the wall instead and shattered. " I'm sorry sir, but I cannot anymore" he repeated and began signalling to one of the security in sight. " Don't be stupid. Do you know who I am? I can end you!! I can make your boss sack you!! I can end this business if I wanted to and no one would be able to

There seemed to be no difference this morning.She hadn't even seen her husband when he woke up. He had gone to work before she did. The others had done to work before she came down stairs as well.They were the owners of the companies, thoughts of them rushing to work so early and the cause of it lingered on in her mind. Why? Why were they arriving obviously before their other workers?Company owners were always the latest to work, why were their own case different.She took a sip at the coffee in her hands. There was no rushing, there was literally nothing to rush about. The nannies would take care of the laundry and the cleaning. They were plenty and more than enough to do it and her being told to join them in carrying out the house chores sounded stupid.And would finish with her coffee and then she'd dress up and move to the book store, to her new job, her new abode to escape from the boredom that awaited her. Xyrielle walked into the dining and began to munch at a sandwich in a

Dante felt at ease being in her presence. It had been so long he felt that way.She didn't seem to know whom he was. Even if she did, she was so calm and reserved that she didn't throw herself at him at any instance, like most girls would have If they were to come across him anywhere, not to talk of being up close and personal with her."So tell me Mrs Andrea, what books are you here for? Who knows, I might know where they are" he volunteered.He wasn't lying because he knew he would be able to fulfill the promise. The library was one of the places be frequented. It was not always in use by numerous people as only few people came to buy books from it. And most of them were old men.Old men didn't throw themselves at celebrities they see, so it has been all good."I'm here as an employee. I have to turnover times ten of the profit this library makes before the month ends" she said with optimism in her eyes." What?" Dante's assistant muttered and stared at the library and then at her