Niklas was skeptical and at the same time apprehensive of her and her goals and why she had been in his room on the day of the one night stand. Perhaps she was worse than most arranged brides who entered the marriage with the sole aim of reaping the man dry. He wasn't going to give her such opportunity if she were one of them. Tossing up and down his bed which made noises that disturbed the equally tensed Andrea's ears, he couldn't help it and she couldn't help being lost in thoughts. Afraid of what might happen during the night or after the night or if someone was going to come at her in the night, threatening to kill her. "Andre" she heard and wondered if she were dreaming because that was a short form of her name only her father called her by. "Andre" Niklas called again, repeating the name he had heard her father call her once, which had sounded like a melody to his ears. She stood up and looked at him, surprised he was calling her that. He stood tall right in front of her a
Andrea stirred from her sleep, disoriented for a moment by the unfamiliar surroundings. She remembered the events of the previous day and sighed deeply. Determined to make a good impression as a submissive wife she was keen on becoming, she decided to cook breakfast for the family, since there was nothing more she could contribute to aid her husband's ambitions-- like she had been told. She quietly slipped out of bed and out of the room, careful enough not to wake Niklas, and made her way to the expansive kitchen she had identified, from the clanking of pots she had overheard from the workers who were obviously planning to make breakfast for the family. Andrea had always prided herself on her cooking skills, but this kitchen was unlike anything she had ever seen. Stainless steel appliances gleamed, and every utensil imaginable was neatly arranged inside the cupboards. It were as if the kitchen was a store that sold cooking and kitchen wares. "Madam, what brings you here?" One of
Xyrielle took a spoon and scooped a little from one of the plate of the egg Benedict she made a d immediately spatted it into an empty plate in front of her. She laughed again. " Don't try to impress anyone Andrea, they won't accept your efforts" " Do you always treat everyone around you this disrespectfully?" Andrea asked her. " Calling everyone by their names even though they were older than you. If my brother were here, he would have beaten you if he were to find out that a little girl like you called me by my name. He's Eighteen though, but he still treats and calls my name with respect. I'm surprised a little girl like you don't" she added to annoy the girl that had been picking up at her. Xyrielle swallowed her spit. " Well he can't" she blurted. "There's no hope he'd see me anywhere anyways. He must still be at your village province where you people don't even know how to make a common egg Benedicts" Andrea shaked her head and laughed deep within her. The girl was real
"Ohhh mother,you won't imagine the lady that had acid thrown at her face. Apparently she was having an affair with the commissione's husband and when she found out the second class husband she had fallen in love with and married was having affair, She went after the lady and threw acid on her face" Beatrice said. "it wasn't on her face she threw the acid on.If you want to gossip, atleast do so with correct facts" Xyrielle dissed at her mother, pissed off by the mere sound of her voice. "You disrespectful urchin" Beatrice said, clenching her teeth at her."Enough!!" Mrs. Eduardo said and the dining became silent again."You tried, but try harder next time" Mr Eduardo muttered before he stood up to leave for work.His remark had left the people who were in the dining with him surprised. He wasn't one that complimented someone's cooking, he wasn't one to throw in good remarks. As he walked out, along with Claudia and Beatrice that followed suit, Andrea picked up something.Xyrielle d
Andrea waited a few minutes more at the dining, hoping to see if Niklas would come. A submissive wife was meant to serve her husband his meals as she waited behind at the already empty table, hoping to see him come out of the room. Minutes passed and she does not see his shadow nor any sighs of him, so she stood up observing the photos hanged on the wall of the large room that joined with the dining, which seemed to be the living room, whiling away time with it. "This one over here is Niklas' grandfather, then his great grandfather and his father" she heard behind her and turned to see Mrs Eduardo back at the parlor. She was dressed up as if going somewhere and Andrea wouldn't lie, she looked very beautiful in the skirt and blouse that doled her body. She smiled while bending her head to her for what she had shown him. " They were good people, but they died early. Only his father is left" she said and pointed to the photo of the man near Niklas'own photo, the man she had seen at
The boardroom was opulently decorated, exuding power and wealth. The long, polished table was surrounded by board members, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation. At the head of the table stood Mr. Eduardo, the retiring CEO, with a stern expression written all over his face, an air of finality around him as well. Beside him was Niklas his son, dressed in a sharp suit that was ironed and tailored to fit his chiseled bodh. He looked confident very confident as he stood beside his father even though his heart burned against him. His expression was calm, but his eyes gleamed with ambition. Sitting a few seats away is was Claudia, Niklas's aunt, formidable and with a body that was betraying her aging, her face was a mask of barely concealed disdain. Her son sat by her side. He had gently returned home the other day because he had had some issues to take care of at the office. He always stayed back numerous days without returning home taking care of things at the o
Andrea walked in to the office, hoping no one would notice the dress nor shoe she wore. She had not carried a bag with her because all the bags in the wardrobe had been designers, limited edition bags and celebrity collections that she only saw on TV. If she were to carry such to her place of work,she knew that she would not get enough stares and talking from the others. But even though she had walked meekly heading to the office of the Director, she still noticed heads turning and murmurs rippling through the crowd of coworkers. Among the people who couldn't let the dress, a striking departure from her usual outfits, was the head of the department she worked at and her assistant, Lisa and Jenny. She noticed Lisa's eyes widen. "Andrea, that dress is gorgeous! Where did you get it? Isn't that a Valentino Clemente flower of tears dress? How could you afford something like that?" She asked her bluntly, not mincing words. Everyone knew she was one of the poorest staff, she might
A smattering of applause filled the room, but it was hesitant from some people. Claudia's hands remained motionless on the table, her knuckles white with tension. Eduardo turned to Niklas, extending a hand. Niklas shaked it firmly, putting behind their differences aside for the sake of appearances, then stepped forward to address the room. "Thank you, President Eduardo for your trust and mentorship" he began,citing his father's new position, the new role he would start working tooth and nail to make from him again. " I am deeply honored to take on this role and continue the legacy that EMC Conglomerates has built" he finished and glanced around the room, making eye contact with each board member, including his aunt and cousins whose eyes beared hate and malice in them, as if they could kill him of people could kill with their eyes. Again the room erupted into an applause. It was not a new thing to them. It was a family business and the new CEO always came from their family, the onl