He asked one of the employees about her and the answer seared him to his core. She had gone out on lunch with Graham.Angela wasn't expecting to have her plate tossed away violently. Graham was equally shocked, his jaw hanging low. She glanced up only to have her heart freeze inside her chest. Nick was standing over their table, glaring daggers at her. His face was flushing in rage. His eyes emitting pure rage and disappointment. Her stomach flipped. She didn't even notice him gripping the edge of their table. She flinched and her eyes popped out when he upended the table. Angela was still gaping at the wrecked table in shock and missed his resentful glare once more before turning around and storming off. When Angela returned to her office she was more than displeased to see the condition of her room. Food was strewn all over the floor and large stains blotching the walls. Files were scattered around. Her heartbeat stopped when she spotted him sitting behind the desk. His fists clas
The atmosphere suddenly turned hostile as both men staredown each other with murderous intent. They both looked on the edge of tearing each other apart. Angela caught the tension between them. The malignant menace and resentment they held for each other. She had not expected Theo to be standing outside her building and for Nickaulas to be inside her apartment. Angela's heart stilled for a moment when his seething gaze turned to her. "What is he doing here?" Nick clenched his fists and demanded. He did not bother to hide his displeasure in his tone. Angela's mind went blank in the face of his angry glare. "It's her home. She doesn't need your permission," Theo answered for her. His tone just as cold as Nick's. Muscles along Nick's jaw clenched and he continued to look at Angela. "I asked you something, Angel," Nick sounded at the edge of losing his patience. Angela collected herself and matched his glare head on. "He is here because I want him to," Angela replied in a cal
The next morning Angela was surprised to see a couple of bulky men guarding her apartment's door. She was about to ask them their business when Jonas rushed over and told her that they were here to guard her."Boss was tipped off that one of his rivals is planning something against him," Jonas told her. For that reason, Nick had emplyed more guards for his family's protection. People who were following him should know by now what she meant to him. He didn't want to take any risk. "But I am not his family," Angela stated and turned to the guards. "You don't need to guard me. I am not his responsibility. You both are free," Angela assured them with a polite smile so that they don't feel offended. Both guards exchanged a glance with each other. "We are instructed to guard you, ma'am. We cannot disobey boss," one of the men stated. Angela didn't argue further. She knew it was going to lead nowhere.Nick was already in the office talking to someone over the phone when she came. He glanc
Nick was numb with shock when he learned it. The news was all over the TV after the official announcement. She got engaged with Theo and they were about ot marry. He read and reread their joint statement that they had put out on their social handles just a few minutes ago. It wasn't making sense to him. When did this happen? Why is she doing this? The shock was replaced by a mix of emotions. He felt rage, anxiety, frustration, fear clawing his heart raw. Pain throbbed through every nerve of his being. She was taking it too far. Way too far. He needed answers.He loudly banged on her door not caring it was middle of the night. The guards guarding her door exchanged wary glances with each other but stayed back. A few moments later, the door opened. Angela was standing on the other side. She looked at him confused probably wondering why he was here at this time.Nick strode past her inside the hall. The moment he brushed past her, something clicked in Angela. He knows. Nick paus
"Where is she?" Angela questioned. The lights were dim and a soft music was going on in background, the view from their table was breath-taking. It was a romantic set-up.Theo's forehead creased. "I don't know," Theo replied, his gaze boring holes into the plate. After divorce, they didn't see each other again. "You really don't know?" Angela questioned, not buying his lie. Theo sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. "She is in Moscow. Enjoying her life to the fullest," There was a hint of resentment in his voice when he said ths last part. She had resumed dancing after their divorce and was always travelling from one place to another. He shouldn't have known that but he did. She moved on from their marriage as though it never existed. A momentary silence followed. Now that Angela think about it, the signs were always there. Angela was quite perceptive but Leah had always confused her. She could not really understand her personality. Back in Netherlands she had sensed Lea
The air was vibrant with Nichelle's positive energy and her presence had quieted down her restlessness for a bit. Today she had decided to stay at home with Nichelle. She had a small smile on her face as she came out of the kitchen with Nichelle's favorite hot chocolate. Nichelle was singing to herself while playing with her dolls. "What are you playing?" Angela asked while placing the hot glass on the table. "She is me and he is Stefan. We are marrying," Nichelle showed her the dolls and grinned widely at Angela. Angela was dumbfounded. She didn't know how to take it. Should she wave it off thinking it's a childish crush or dig further. "You want to marry Stefan?" Angela probed. Nichelle's eyes sparkled with thrill. "Yessss...He is so nice. He gives me skittle everyday," Nichelle stated exuberantly. Her voice had risen a few octave in excitement. Angela looked at her, wondering what should she do about it. Little Nichelle was obviously having a big crush on Stefan. Should she te
He put her down and begin pacing the hall angrily. Angela stayed quiet. Her heart skipped a beat when he turned in her direction. Cords in his neck popped out in livid ridges. His face had taken a predatory expression. In one long strides, he was in front of her and before she could understand, he smashed his lips against hers, startling her. He kissed her fiercely, walking her backward until her back hit the wall. He wrapped his trunk-sized arms around her frail frame, firmly securing her in place and devoured her mouth with burning need. By the time Angela reeled from shock, she was already caged under him. His lips moving over hers in a passionate, possessive kiss. His hard toned muscles pressing hard against her softness. She placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him off but in futile. His one hand was splayed possessively across the small of her back and other was caressing her waist. He pinched her waist, she gasped. He drove his tongue inside her mouth and ravaged h
Not caring for her wheelchair, she walked towards the hospital entrance. Jonas followed her. The first person to catch her eyes was Nick himself. He was holding his mother in a protective hug as she wept inconsolably on his shoulder. Angela’s heart squeezed terribly and her own eyes welled up. Alicia’s pitiful sobs were echoing in the quiet hallway. She looked beyond devastated and the same can be said about Nick. His eyes were sad and glassy but he was holding himself together to be the pillar of strength that his mother needed. Her gaze shifted to another quiet figure sitting in a corner on a chair, slacking against the wall. Another wave of sadness washed over her. Chris didn’t have tears sliding down his cheeks like his wife but his eyes were red-rimmed as they stared fixedly at the floor. He must have cried in silence. He looked nothing like the formidable mafia he was but just a father who wanted his daughter to be alright. Angela walked over and sat beside him. He didn’t s