"Angel" his desperate gaze whipped through the darkness for her. His fear was building up with every passing second. It would take only one wrong step for her to end it. End everything. A wrong step for him too to end himself. But his reasons had abandoned him the moment he saw her entering the woodsHe called for her again but there was no answer. The only source of light was his flashlight. He narrowly dodged a mine as he stepped further."Angela," the desperation to reach her had overwhelmed him. "Answer baby," helplessness gripped his tone. He needed to get to her. He directed his flashlight towards the ground and started searching for her wheelchair's trail. After searching for a good minute, he finally found it. Hope flared and he started following it. His pace fast and impatient. He followed it for over five minutes when he heard a rustling sound. Nick raised his flashlight to see her moving forward. His heart swell with relief."Angel," he called her and she froze. But onl

"He talks a lot about you," Leah intitiated the conversation as Theo had gone to fetch more drinks. They were sitting in a bar. "I can bet nothing good," Nick stated while watching his friend flirting with the bartender in dismay. And he talked about being in love with this woman. Leah laughed."Well, he did say you are an overbearing ass but you will be surprised to know he also has some good stuff to say about you," Leah replied, traces of laughter still on her lips as she followed his gaze to Theo. She felt a sting in her heart as she watched Theo flirting with the bartender. "Your friend is quite a charmer," Leah stated, her eyes also on Theo who was winking at the bartender. "He can be when he wants to be. I suppose he has you under his charm too," Nick stated with a straight face. "Not really. Your friend is a player. And I can't afford more damages," Leah mumbled the last part. She did feel a little attraction to him initially but after finding out about his reputation,

"You cannot be serious, dad," Nickaulas sounded very displeased by his dad's words. They were in his dad's study. Chris had just broke the news to him that he was going to marry Angela Hernandez, daughter of Sebastian Hernandez. "She is a nice girl," his dad replied calmly. "And I should marry her because she is a nice girl?" Nick questioned, close to losing his temper. " She is a very sweet girl. Very down to the earth and is running her own company," Christoph explained. "She cannot walk, dad," Nick emphasised, appalled at the fact how conveniently his dad had ignored such an important detail. Chris' lips pressed into a tight line. "I have already given my words. I cannot take it back," Chris stated in finality. That only stoked his fury. "And did you not think for once that I should be involved in it considering its about my life?" Nick slammed his hands on the table. Why the fuck everyone thinks they can make decisions for him. "You were too busy wasting away behind that w

After the discussion, he returned to her room. She was asleep. He went inside and stopped near her bed. Her lashes were drenched, her cheeks swollen and red, they were wet with tears which she had mourned for their child. She looked pathetic. He couldn't help but pity her. "Don't tell her about that," he told the doctor without looking away from Angela. He wasn't sure she would be able to handle the news, atleast not now. He himself was having a hard time dealing with it. Saying that he turned around to leave. He told his P.A to pay the bills and take care of everything here. He needed some time for himself. The night he spent drinking at his secret place all alone. He threw the rocks into the pond and watched them jumping through the water. He did want a child of his own. ...................."John Meyer has agreed to sell his company to us. When should I schedule a meeting with him?" his P.A asked. Nick didn't reply. His P.A looked up to find him fixedly staring at the wall acro

Nickaulas pushed the door open and slightly bent his tall frame to get inside the cell. The dark room was lit by a zero watt bulb dangling from the cieling. A man was tied against the wall, his beard painted in red blood, his hsirt was torn. The captive was glaring at Nickaulas. Nickaluas- unperturbed by his death glare appraised his appearance. "I see my boys received you well, Walter," Nick smirked and sauntered closer to the captive. Stefan and his other men were standing on the other side of the cell. Nickaulas was smirking but his eyes told a different story. Those vicious orbs although appearing cool were full of dark deadly intent. They lusted for his pain. The air turned chiller around them. Hair lifted on man's nape. Two days ago, Nick's men had caught two suspects tailing Angela and found out they were sent by Walter. They were planning to attack her during the fashion show. Nick instructed Stefan to bring him Walter alive. Walter had many times shown his enmity for Nick b