NIKOLAS
Today was a great day. Mom had called to apologize for how cold and insensitive she had been. She was sure to mention that she wanted to see her grandson. I told myself it had something to do with the results I had gotten concerning Samuel's paternity but I still suspected she was only calling dinner to involve Alva. It was why I had suggested the brunch. It was a cover. I was sure Alva would dress like a nun because I had to face it, she still didn't feel comfortable around me. I had seen how she held her breath when my eyes went her way and what my touch did to her. Telling her we were going shopping would be suicide. If she did dress like a prude which I was certain she would, I was sure it would be easy to convince her to shop. I needed tonight's dinner to go well.
I dropped Samuel at the backseat, swiped a seatbelt to keep him in place, and proceeded to the front seat. When I started the engine, I felt Samuel'
ALVA "What exactly are they looking for?" I asked Ruby while trying my best not to give away too much to Nikolas. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My secret. Someone wanted to dig it out. There was no leap of logic to it. someone who would benefit from discovering something shady about me was involved in this. I found it hard not to suspect Nikolas. He was the only one who stood to benefit from learning my secret. But, he had somehow learned of my legal trouble with the child welfare services. It was an easy opportunity for him to rip me out of the picture but instead of doing so, he had chosen to help me gain full custody of Samuel. As much as I wanted to blame Nikolas. He wasn't the one. However, it had to be someone he knew. "Anything really but it seems someone might have told them about your adoptive parents and they seem super interested in knowing more. Are you sure there isn't something you are not telling
NIKOLAS "What would mother like?" I pondered as I scanned the pieces of jewelry adorning the necks of perfect mannequins scattered across the store. "...what would Alva want?" It had been strange of Alva not to resist me when I brought the idea of managing her. I suspected she was only being considerate considering I had the power to take Samuel away from her. I picked up a necklace that caught my fancy. The necklace was a simple silver chain with an Amber stone as big as a grape dangling at the end. It would match Alva's hair perfectly. "I'll be taking this," I told my guide, dropping it into his delicate hands before setting off to another circuit of the accessory store. Minutes went by as I scavenged for something my perfectionist of a mother would be appreciative of. It was usually easier than this, I had to admit. I glimpsed at a gold-plated watch that reflected my worried demeanor. I picked it up because it s
I remained frozen and motionless. Just staring into the deceit of my reflection. It couldn't be. But no matter the lie I tried to tell myself, as my brain cells continued to diligently work, my reflection was all that stared back. "Um...Miss Alva?" The stylist coughed. I looked in her direction. She was by the door, holding it open for me. I felt a prick of guilt tear through me realizing I had been too carried away by my new improved self to make this woman's job easier. Numbly, I walked through and went out into the reception area. Nikolas was there, sitting on a chair made available with his eyes glued to the watch on his wrist. "Mr. Sica." The stylist was sure to call his attention. Nikolas straightened his back and his gaze went my way as I continued to approach him. I noticed his eyes pop out in shock as his gaze lingered. "Alva?" The disbelief in his voice was e
ALVA It was dark by the time we arrived. As we highlighted the Mercedes, I looked up at the house that looked old yet timeless and said with the baddest bone in my body, "Actually, now some things about you are starting to make sense." The mansion in the distance was vast, probably very old but it had been renovated times too many to even be considered a classical house. Much like Nikolas Sica; an enigma that seemed more like a cancer. He was a man of many talents. A mix of trouble and danger. I heaved in just thinking about what his mother would be like. Nikolas seemed very demanding when he insisted that his mother had to like me. I had gave it a long thought. Initially, I believed it was all Nikolas's doing but the more I gave it rationale, the less it seemed to make sense. This had everything to do with Mrs. Sica. I never believed I could hate anyone more than I despised Nikolas Sica but his mother was slowly cla
ALVA The vein in Lilika’s temple throbbed as Nikolas introduced me. The look of absolute repulse she sent my way made me shudder but it was a much pleasant experience to the mental daggers that Nikolas's fianceé kept throwing at me. I was a fool to think the theater of disgrace would end there . Nikolas suddenly turned me in the direction of Aphrodite's and began. "Alva, This is Doria." Lilika had a look of disgust on her face that she didn’t bother to hide but there was also a funny look she gave Nikolas. It looked more like betrayal. I wasn't a genius but I was guessing it had to do with the fact that Nikolas had left her title out of his introduction. “His wife to be,” Doria bit out, breaking the tense space between us. “I am not sure you know this but I am his fianceé.” It was the weirdest exchange ever. As I proceeded to shift away from Nikolas's hold. I caught a sly
DORIA "Really?" Nik attacked me the second that money-hungry rat was gone. I kept my eyes out of the tabloid on my screen for a split second. It had been the reason for my flare-up. Tonight was supposed to be all about getting Nikolas back to my side. I had no problem playing my role if Katherine, a bitch from my modeling agency had not spilled the tea that would probably make front pages tomorrow. Some photographer had caught Nik taking that slum rat to our special place. My special place! The way the picture was taken, it was bound to spread rumors about me and Nik's temporary break. I just couldn't take it. "What?" I retorted, trying to keep my calm. It was only juicy paparazzi news for now but if I messed tonight up with Nik. There would be no chance of us getting back together. I finally put my act together and spoke. "Alright, I admit it. I was out of line. I just couldn't control myself." &n
DORIA My world collapsed and threatened to swallow me along as it all came crashing down. I felt myself stumble and fall against a wall. The thump my hands made when they hit the wall didn't even distract them. They were too deep into exploring themselves that everything else ceased to exist. The image in front of me was no longer tucked in with the rest of my nightmares. I could pinch myself all I wanted and hope this was another one of my nightmares but the cold wall that coursed through my fingers told me differently. What would Lilika do, I asked myself. Rational questions like that did not apply to me when I lost it but it was all clear now. My Nik was under her spell. Any wrong move would be the finale of 'us'. I stepped back despite the overwhelming urge within me to wretch that whore away from Nik because it was exactly what Lilika Sica would do. I had messed things up with Nik at the dinner table. I couldn't let whatever this Attica trash win.
ALVA Accepting Lilika's preposition seemed to be the bigger mistake. I realized that the moment Lilika passed me a generous slice of Almond and dates cake. The room was a battleground before but now there was no solace. Nikolas would not stop studying him. I made sure to avoid looking in his direction but that did not stop him. I hated that I was the one feeling guilty for the kiss. Nikolas kept his eyes on me like he expected an answer from me. He made me feel excruciatingly self-conscious! More because Doria, his fianceé kept serving me glares like she knew very well the sin we had committed and a little because I couldn't get the picture of Nikolas's kiss out of my head. I felt my core warm up just at the thought of it. It was wrong, I told myself but the more I seemed to hammer the mantra into my head, the more my biology seemed to debunk it. It told me the stark truth I had subtly realized over the days I had spent with Nikolas. The