Novels by Christiana

Helena’s point of view I stood there for about two minutes then took a deep breath and knocked on the door, waited a little to know if he would answer but I didn't hear a word. I knocked a couple of times more but still heard nothing. I hope he is okay. I started getting worried then I opened the door, luckily it wasn't locked, and walked in. I haven't been to Ethan’s room before, it looked so nice and very neat. I looked around, he wasn't in his room, my legs decided to be in charge. I saw a picture on his table close to his bed. It was a picture of a lady, she looked so young to doubt if that could be his mother and Ethan never spoke about having a sibling. I don't know why but I felt this sting in my stomach as I saw that picture. I dropped the picture back to where it was and was about to leave his room. “What are you doing here?” I heard Ethan’s voice and I was so shocked to my bones. I quickly turned and my eyes couldn't contain what I saw. Ethan was half-naked, and

Helena’s point of view I froze as he asked. Did I ever mention that to him? Because I clearly know I didn't put my marital status in my credentials so how did he know I was married? Oh shit!!I spilled it out the day he asked for the offer to be his wife in Italy and I told him I was married. Shit! “Helena.” He called out my name and I quickly snapped out of my thoughts. “Um, what did you say?” I asked again, pretending I didn't hear what he clearly and audibly asked. “Are you married?” He asked again, hoping he would ask something different but he hit me up with the same question. Honestly I didn't really know what to answer, what if the man I am married to is already married with kids or dead or has long gone forgotten he was married but then again what If he is searching everywhere for me whilst I'm here trying to decide if I am married or not. Or am I so scared to tell him yes because I am having these strange feelings for him. Why is this so hard to answer?“I-I’m not ma

Helena’s point of view “We should be what?” My voice was low as I heard the word “partners.” “Gym partners.” He made it more precise and I cleared my throat. “T-That would be good.” I stuttered, and he then laughed. Yes I know I was already having little feelings for him but he is my boss, what would people think? Especially my colleagues. “Let's go now.” He uttered and we both walked out of the gym. He opened another door. This room was filled with game activities. “Do you love games?” I asked with so much amazement.The Mr Manchester I know is so much of a workaholic person, I never imagined he would love fun activities as well. I guess I don't know him that much. “I played games when I was much younger so I stored most of them here while growing up, so moving to New York, I decided to leave all this behind.” He explained, he sounded more calm. “Oh I never thought you’d love games, they look all fun to play with.” I could feel my inner child dancing as I spoke, forgetting I

Helena’s point of view Later that day we both went out, touring round the city, very beautiful places to view, I loved it. I noticed how Ethan, my boss, laughed more often, he acted like a different person entirely, and I really loved that side of him.“Would you have ice cream?” Ethan asked me and I smiled and nodded quickly staring at him. “Alright, choose the flavors you want.” His tone sounded more soft than it used to, his not a scary boss after all. I pointed at the flavors of ice cream I love.“What about you, aren't you having some?” I asked him, I was starting to be more comfortable around him, and not sound so formal anymore except when we are at work. “I don't take Ice cream.” He answered and I furrowed my brows. “Why not? Have a taste, you’d for sure love this flavor.” I tried to be a bit playful around him. He suddenly gave me this look and my smile began to shrink. He then looked at the ice cream. Or does he want it? Why does this man’s mood switch up so fast? “

Helena’s point of view I went back to the room after having a work-related discussion with Mr Manchester. I sat on the bed, and suddenly I thought of how nice Mr Manchester has become towards me. I was so surprised when he gave me his credit card, it was beginning to feel like we came for a vacation instead of work. The thought about work suddenly fluid my mind, thinking of how I would cope working as Mr Manchester’s wife. I was so comfortable being known as his secretary, not his wife. I turned and looked at the books he gave me earlier today, I picked up one and read through the outline behind the book. It talked about an independent woman, it looked interesting so I quickly started reading. Suddenly my phone buzzed and I moved to where I dropped it, it was Lisa calling, I quickly picked up. “Hey girl!” She exclaimed with excitement and I laughed. “Lisa, we have so much to talk about, just staying a day here,” I responded quickly.“I know there would be a lot to talk about…

Ethan’s point of view Coming to Italy with Helena wasn't just about work. I want to know more about her and spend more time with her, it wasn’t compulsory to come with a wife, I know I would work that out but as they made mention of it, I just wanted Helena to come play that role. After all, she is my wife, but she doesn't know yet. Helena seems weak and I don't like that about her, she needs to be bold and fearless and I would love to make her that way. After watching how her step mother has been treating her, I don't want her to look pitied, my wife can't be that way. I know Helena loves reading so I took out a few books. I wanted her to go through them, at least for a good start. I know she would pick a few things from reading the books. I thought of more other things and I would love for her to change her wardrobe, Helena got a good sense of dressing, I just wanted to fill up her wardrobe more. As we got to the mall, I stretched my hand to give my credit card to her. “Sir,