It is said that people are usually the opposite of their names but not for Angela. The woman like her aunt was the definition of innocence. Well, maybe not as innocent as her aunt as Angela had a mischievous streak too but nothing evil. She was innocent in a way that she believed love can heal broken hearts. Call it her innocence or stupidity, she still swore by this quote which she had read in some cheesy romantic novel in her teenage.
“Madam, you didn’t have to trouble yourself,” Alvira smiled awkwardly at Angela as her mistress entered the room. The maid had just birthed a healthy baby boy yesterday and was now resting in the hospital.
Angela’s driver pushed her wheelchair towards the bed.
“I get it. You were planning on gobbling down these muffins all by yourself. How greedy,” Angela narrowed her eyes playfully at the lying woman. Her driver chuckled at her comment and so did Alvira. Their madam has a way of making people feel comfortable around her. Despite her high status she was unassuming to a fault. She wasn’t just the queen of the German mafia but also the owner of “Alma” a successful jewelry brand which she had built from scratch with the help of her uncle. Women like her are not expected to be modest but Angela was different.
“I know you have made them for me. Stella told me,” Alvira replied feeling grateful for having her as her madam. Angela was the one who had given her shelter and food when she was wandering the street with a bulging belly and no home.
“So, how is it?” Angela asked, her doe eyes grew in curiosity
“As always delicious,” Alvira remarked, smiling. Angela gave her a tight-lipped smile remembering something. Pain flickered in her eyes.
The maid also couldn’t help but feel bad for her madam. She could see the pain hiding behind her bright smile. Her madam had many qualities but her best quality was mending others while being broken herself. She was a broken angel spreading smiles everywhere while hurting from inside.
“He is so cute,” Angela caressed the newborn’s cheek and smiled fondly.
“What are you going to name him?” Angela asked while stroking the baby.
“If it’s not too much to ask I wanted you to name him,” Alvira confided hesitantly. Angela looked up at her with mild surprise. She asked her if she was sure about it. Alvira nodded in affirmation. Angela had come into her life like an angel and she wanted her boy to get blessings from this angel. If not for her she would be long dead. Angela lowered her gaze to the baby.
“Niel,” her voice thick with emotions when she pronounced the name. There was a hint of longing in her tone as she caressed the baby. Alvira knew why. Her baby would be in her arms today if she had not miscarried some months ago.
The miscarriage had widened the chasm between her and her husband. Nikaulas never said this but it was clear he blamed her for the miscarriage. She had hoped he would stay a little longer with her and mourn the loss of their child together but the man didn’t have more than a day to spend on her. He had left the very next day without even saying goodbye like always.
That was the first time her resolve to melt his cold heart had wavered.
Her eyes moistened but she hastily wiped away her eyes and pasted a smile on her face.
“You don’t have to worry about your son’s future, Alvira. I am taking his responsibility till he stands on his feet and makes you a proud mama,” Angela flashed an angelic smile to Alvira. The maid’s eyes welled up with tears of gratitude.
The dog ran towards her with his tail wagging and tongue hanging out the moment he saw Angela entering the mansion. He stood up on his hind legs and slobbered all over her face. Angela laughed as she felt ticklish.
“Who is a good boy?” she kissed his snout and scratched behind his ear. Ollie barked, claiming he was the good boy.
Angela had adopted this golden retriever about a year ago. The terrible loneliness and loss of their child had almost pushed her over the edge. During one of the conversations, her doctor had advised her to adopt a pup. She was glad she listened to her doctor.
Nobody knew that Angela King and Nikaulas King didn’t live together. They both lived in different cities. Nikaulas would visit her only once during the time of her ovulation to produce an heir or when someone important visited like someone from his family or hers. Although Angela was young Nikaulas was already in his thirties and his parents were pressuring him for an heir. His dad had already given him an ultimatum. If he fails to give him an heir within this year, he will be disinherited.
Their marriage was just like any other mafia arrangements. A marriage of convenience what they call. It was arranged from his side but from hers it was love. She had fallen for him the moment she had seen him in her childhood and so when one day when Killian came home cursing Christoph-the then mafia don- for proposing an arranged marriage between his son and Angela, the girl’s happiness knew no bound. She didn’t know why Killian was against it but she really wanted to marry Nikaulas, after all he was her first love. She didn’t have courage to face Killian so she confided in Ara about her feelings and nagged her to persuade Killian. The Spanish don was too besotted by his wife to deny her commands.
Upon their first meeting, she fell all over again when he took her in his arms bridal style and carried her to their table. Chivalry had never looked this attractive. But what followed next had her heart shattering into pieces. He told her to break off their engagement as he was in love with someone else.
She asked him why he didn’t marry the woman he loved to which he smirked ruefully and told her that she was already married. Angela felt terrible. She was heartbroken but she felt worse for him. He must be heartbroken too. The urge to soothe his pain bit her. She couldn’t even imagine him marrying someone else and he saw her exchanging vows to someone else. It must have crushed his heart.
He must be feeling so lonely. In the world of mafia, no one is lonelier than the mafia king. She had witnessed it with her own eyes. Killian would have been lonely if not for Ara who eliminated his darkness with her light. Her love had changed him into a happy man.Taking inspiration from their love she decided something. The naive woman didn’t know that Killian had made Ara burn through hell before losing his heart to her. But Nikaulas didn’t have a heart to give. It was already taken.
She decided she would marry him. He was broken and needed someone who could help him piece his heart together. She will be that someone for him. She will love him so much that he will forget all about his pain. She will fill his life with her light. After all there is nothing love can’t mend including a broken heart. She thought she didn’t want to hurt her, that's why he was refusing to marry her. Naive.
One more reason was that their marriage will strengthen German and Spanish ties. She owed this much to Ara and Killian.
The marriage proposal was like a God sign for her. What were the odds that Christoph would choose a cripple orphan like her for his son? The God up there must be pulling the strings and she was a devotee just like Ara.
Honestly, these all reasons were just an excuse. The truth was she wanted to marry him because she loved him. Loved him a little too much.
“Madam, Sir Nikaulas is arriving tonight,” Mrs. Muller, the head maid, informed her in an inanimate tone breaking her chain of thoughts. Angela nodded expecting this and instructed her to remove all the orchids from the house. Her husband was allergic to orchids.
Angela sighed while staring out the window. He had his number yet he never bothered to inform her about his arrivals. She would always hear it from servants. Despite his coldness, she was still enamored by him. Her stubborn heart was still fixated on this guy. His indifference only made her crave his attention more. She believed she was just what he wanted; he only had to take a look at her. Just one real look.The news had sparked a silver of hope inside her.She rose from the wheelchair and made her way towards the bed with the help of the wall. Her features twisting in pain as she forced her legs forward. She could feel sensation in her legs now owing to the numerous surgeries she underwent in past few years but walking was still an arduous task. The doctor had advised her to take physiotherapy and practice walking to strengthen her muscles. She had a few more surgeries to undergo. There was no guarantee the surgeries would heal her properly but Angela wanted to give it a try. A
Two Weeks Later“The man refuses to speak but I think they are planning to attack her again,” Stefan suspected, frowning slightly. Nikaulas didn’t seem as affected by the news as him. His expression was calm and cool as he dismounted Roar, a brown stallion. Stefan was standing some steps away. Currently, they were at his barn. Nikaulas owned a stable full of horses and he liked to spend his free time here. Horse riding was one of his favorite hobbies coming second only to shooting. Nikaulas' taut muscles were out on display as he tended to his horses. His tanned skin glistening like fine gold under the light of blazing sun. His biceps flexing deliciously as he stroked the horse. The servant came rushing with a bowl of food for the horse. “ They think they will have you by your throat if they manage to get her,” Stefan added in a solemn tone. Nikaulas rolled his eyes and continued to play with his pet. His enemies were dumb and boring. A part of him wanted to let them catc
Pine and Cedarwood. Exotic and soothing. Her eyes flung open on their own as he swooped her up in his strong arms. They popped out in surprise to see the face she had least expected to see. Nikaulas. She had questions but right now she just wanted to live in the moment and admire his handsome hero. It was not every day her husband swooped in to rescue her. And what visuals. His firm jaw looked more defined from here. Without delaying she looped her arms around his neck. She watched him, dazed and confused as he carried her towards the dias while keeping his gaze ahead. In a second, they were in front of the mic standing before hundreds of people. He carefully put her down and interlaced his hand with hers. She grabbed the dias with her free hand and leaned forward. A big grin on her face. She was nervous no doubt but for some reason, Nikaulas’ presence had calmed her frantic nerves. His large hand was now wrapped around her small ones and she felt…assured. Also she wanted to impres
Angela casted a glance at the wall clock and sighed. It was 1 in the morning and he still had not arrived home. Is he gone already? She wouldn’t know if he had left the city or not but as he was here it felt wrong to sleep when he was yet to come home. Who knows if he had his dinner or not. Angela had seen him leaving from her room. He was on the phone speaking about some meeting. Judging by the conversation, she realised he was headed for a meeting at Regency hotel and would be back. After what felt like an eternity the door finally opened. Her gaze quickly darted towards it. She straightened her posture and put a smile on her soft lips. Nikaulas entered the hall and started towards the upstairs. His coat was hanging on his arm and his hair was tousled giving him a rugged look. Like always, he didn’t notice the woman waiting for him.“I..I’ll set the dinner for you,” nervousness caused her voice to shake. It was very rare for them to talk. The man paused mid-stride, just noticing
She had chosen a purple fish tail gown that complimented her black stiletto and diamond set. Not to mention it also made the green of her eyes pop beautifully. She had curled her hair and left them open. “How do I look?” she asked Lina. Nervousness coated her words thick. “Just like an angel, madam,” Lina replied smiling. “I hope you are not saying it just to make me feel good,” Angela narrowed her eyes playfully. “Believe me all the men at the party are going to lose their heart to you,” Lina remarked with a wink. A bubble of laughter erupted from Angela’s throat. Nobody loses their heart to a disable like her. No matter how successful or pretty she was, she was still a disable. “I want only one man's heart,” a note of longingness in her voice as she whispered the words. Not much later, Alvira sauntered into the room with her little boy. The little bundle was wide awake and watching everything with wonder in his eyes. Angela smiled and reached for the baby. “How my li
The venue wasn’t very far from home as they had managed to reach in less than twenty minutes. Again, Jonas fetched the wheelchair and helped her out whereas Nikaulas had already climbed out to take a call. “Looks like you are going to hear a lot of thank you from me tonight,” Angela looked up at Jonas and stated. Her voice held a note of disappointment for her husband. “I swear you are the only boss in this world who thanks her subordinates just for doing their job,” Jonas replied in a joking tone. Angela chuckled at his response. “And I am certain you are the only bodyguard in this world who takes his work this seriously,” she shot back. “You are the queen. Can’t take any risk,” “In name only,” she answered smilingly but the pain in her eyes was unmissable. “You are the queen,” Jonas stressed on each word. She didn’t need no King to make her feel her worth. She had Sebastian Hernandez blood running through her veins. She was born queen and she will remain so. A clea
Please understand, I can't break off the engagement, Nik. His family has done a lot for us. I can't back off now. Please don't get me wrong I love you, I really do but I am bound. Besides, your family is in mafia and my family will never approve of it. I want a life where I can walk freely without having to worry about my next breath. I might sound coward but I don't want to be targeted by your rivals all the time for being married to you. I know you will protect me with your life but we cannot predict future. I am sorry I wish we were met in different circuimstances. Her explanation echoed in his head as he watched her coming towards him. He was seeing her after over two years and she still looked just as dazzling. The blue hue of her eyes was still his favorite. A soft smile was gracing her lips, making her look more beautiful. A hint of hesitation flickered in her eyes when they met his gaze but she masked it away with her ever bright smile. "Never thought I would see
Angela looked around in search of her husband. He was noweher insight. "Nikaulas is a lucky jerk for having you. You are a very nice human being, Angela," Theo stated in open admiration of her. Angela smiled but that didn't reach her eyes. She was quite sure Nikaulas thought different. " You, sir, flatter me too much," Angela said jokingly causing him to laugh. "I see you are the modest type," Theo observed. Angela just smiled beforeonce again scanningthe room for her husband. A heavy hand gripped her shoulder all of a sudden. She looked up to find Nikaulas standing in front of her. His expression looked troubled. "We are leaving," he stated and steered herwheelchair towards the exit. Angela was confused by his behaviour. "Is everything alright?" Theo stood up and asked. Nikaulas halted for a second and nodded. "I have an urgent work to see to," Nikau