Forever Mine: The President's Secret Little Wife

I'd better revert to my plan and go home. The following day, I went for a run before tending the garden. This is one of my favorite things I do to relieve boredom or stress. I went to my room to have a shower before striding to my kitchen to get something to drink. As I was drinking, I heard my house phone ring. I jogged toward the phone and picked up the call. "Hello," I said. "General Rossini here, Captain Smith open your garage, the president needs your help," he barked and immediately hang up. I peered at the window and saw a Bentley parked in front of my house and there were other cars parked around the corner. In haste, I picked up a gun that was in my drawer near the phone. I tucked it behind me before I strode and went outside. I have to make sure who was in the car. I'm not stupid to open my garage because I was ordered by my superior. Who knows. Perhaps it's a hoax. I used my left hand to knock on the rear passenger seat while my right hand was at my back, read

Tara's POV"Captain Smith, thank you for saving our president's life," General Rossini's low and authoritative voice boomed inside my living room while I saluted the good general. "It's my duty and honor to do so, General," I responded with absolute respect to the man in front of me. Indeed, I respect this man like a father. He exemplified good leadership and was really loyal to our president and our nation. "May I speak to you in private?" His tone changed from a superior to a loving father. "You may, General," I said and gestured to him, "This way general." We walked into my study. I had him come in first before I followed behind him and gently closed the door. He sat on the couch and looked up. "It's no secret to you that our president has many enemies and this matter should not be divulged." I know the president's condition should be concealed or else his enemies will use this to bring trouble to him. And it wouldn't be beneficial to our nation. "I have talked with other t

Andrei's POVThe night I first saw her, she was feisty. She behaved like a feral cat. Her purple eyes were fiery as she faced me head on. Today, it's different. She smiled at me with her cheeks a bit flushed. I know what was running in her mind. She was embarrassed that she had scolded me that night. I looked at her blankly without giving away what I felt inside. She neared the bed and sat at the edge of the bed. I could see her concern while she checked if I had a fever. Relief was written on her face when the thermometer indicated that my temperature was normal. My heart galloped when she held my wrist. I held my breath but my pulse went wild. She frowned and asked me, stuttering, "M.. Mr. President, a - re you not feeling well?" I stared at her expressionlessly. She then took her stethoscope when I did not say a word. I watched her bewildered face. After hearing my thundering heart beat, she took a look at me. I wanted to laugh at how puzzled she was but kept my fa

Freshly showered, I came out of the bathroom and sat on the couch. "You can rest now, Captain Smith," he told me with a cool voice. "Mr. President, my room is not equipped like the hospital. There's no button that you could press whenever you need something," I answered him which made him look at me with surprise. "The guards are just outside and standing guard at the door and I can easily call them if I need something," he replied, implying that there's no need for me to stay. I shook my head to deny him. "I'm sorry, Mr. President for not obeying this time. I have to make sure you don't run a fever tonight." Frowning, he said, "Are you sure, it's just okay with you?" "Don't worry, Mr. President. I'm used to it," I answered with a light chuckle. He probably forgot that I was a doctor. He was about to lie down and I heard him whimper. I rushed toward the bed. "Careful, Mr. President."I helped him lay down on the bed. The grimace of pain on his face was still there after he l

Without my help, Roman wouldn't manage to land a managerial position in my uncle's company. I doubted that he would manage to get to that position. When asked by my uncle what engagement present I would like from him and because I was blindly in love with Roman, I asked my uncle for Roman's promotion. I remember my uncle's shock at that time which he quickly covered with a grin and said, "Of course, I will do as my favorite niece asked me." "No, that's not true," Roman denied it But I knew he was eyeing the position of the CFO as he said it when I came to pick him up at the bar because he could not drive. In his drunkenness he blurted it out. I was planning to ask my uncle to give him that position, however my uncle was away for a long business trip. The night of my uncle's return to the country, I went to Roman's apartment to tell him that we were going to my uncle's villa. I drove to his apartment and planned to wait for him there since it was still early. The lights of his