Ricardo massaged his temples. Wondering where he went wrong. His head was aching and going through the morning report seemed like a hard job.What made matters worse was that his wife chose to work for another man…not just any man but his rival who was obsessed with his wife.He couldn't concentrate on work as he glanced at his wristwatch, waiting impatiently for it to strike in the afternoon. When he thought back to what had happened between Alan and him. He couldn't help but think he was going crazy having so many thoughts about the woman. He did not sign up for mixed feelings when he married her.“Damn it,” he muttered as he pushed the chair backwards and rose to his feet. This wasn't how his life was like before getting married. It was peaceful, and he could make clear decisions without getting confused.“This should do,” he muttered when he poured himself something cold and strong to ease his nerves and help cool him off. He wasn't a fan of drinking beer, especially at work. But

The water was warm, and immediately Alana was lowered into the tub with bubbling water. She bit her lower lip as her eyes closed. Her wound stung a little, it was the worst ever. However, what was worse was having Ricardo in the room?Ricardo stared at Alana's back, her skin was flawless. He noticed she had a birthmark near her left ear. This was wrong, he wasn't supposed to look; hence he closed his eyes right away.“I said I can handle this, there's no need,” she felt uncomfortable having Ricardo bathing her. She wasn't a child, and she certainly didn't want him to bathe her.“You can take care of yourself…and I'm not looking,” Ricardo muttered and tightened his eyes shut. Whatever it was, he had no idea how he was going to do this. He was already holding the soap and the soft sponge for her body. Alana closed her eyes and graced herself to endure the humiliation. He started by tying her hair in a bun. Alana couldn't ignore his long fingers brushing on her skin. He was careful, she

“Ha, so sad… I thought it would be you…but who knows the boss's wife was chosen instead,” Eva said with a lazy yawn as soon as she entered the room, Joslyn was checking out some exquisite designs in the vault. Joslyn didn't bother as she continued talking to Brigitte, who was busy showing her.“Isn't it lovely, of course, she got the part… She's the boss's wife, after all…she's privileged,” Eva added as she stood beside Joslyn and touched the gold necklace Joslyn was holding. Her cat-like eyes met with Joslyn's while Brigitte stared daggers at her.“Eva, what's this, huh…you can't go a day without causing trouble,” Brigitte said, sounding irritated. Evan ignored her and picked up another necklace. This one was silver and had a diamond ring attached.“Ha, Bri…it's the truth, Joslyn was hired as our company model…she's beautiful and liked by millions of people out there,” Eva started saying as her sharp gaze darted around the room and fell on Brigitte. Her smile doubled as she tossed th

Ricardo went crazy when he found out the servants were careless enough to leave the oil on the stairs.“Sir…we cleaned the house just like every time,”“There…there was no oil on the stairs,” the servants said, defending themselves. They cleaned the house.“Sir… I can assure you they did a great job… I don't know how the oil got there,” Mrs. Marks said, lowering her gaze. Her boss was angry, it was scary to deal with him in such a situation.“So, all of you are telling me…the oil got there itself…” Ricardo asked sarcastically, he hired pathetic servants. He didn't even know why he was bothering them.“P-ease sir…we…”“You are all fired!” Ricardo growled out, scaring the living daylight out of the servants. Other than Mrs. Marks, the rest dropped to their knees begging him. Their job was the source of their income. If their boss fired them, then they would suffer“Ricky, calm down… I'm sure there's a powerful explanation," Camilo said, trying to calm Ricardo. “Their job is to make sur

(Alana)I helped Ricardo serve dinner. It was just the two of us. We sat in the lounge and he turned the TV on. We sat on the same couch and chatted while we ate."What movie is it," I asked while stuffing my face with more pasta. It was raining heavily, so I asked him if we could watch a movie."No idea…just chose the first one," he replied nonchalantly and the room was just utter silence, only the sound of thunder roaring could be heard. Even swallowing was audible.My eyes were fixed on the large flat-screen TV. The movie was about a single mother and the owner of the bank. Her husband divorced her and left her with a three year old little girl. The bank owner loved her but she didn't. Understood she was getting hurt for the second time."Do you think she should accept him?" I asked Ricardo, he seemed startled. He was probably into the movie as well."She doesn't like him, why lead him on," Ricardo replied, surprising Alana. It seemed he didn't understand feelings at all."But she