Semua Bab Klaus: Bab 1 - Bab 10

  "Hello..." There was genuine sadness in her voice but I could not be too sure.  I reclined in the chair, my feet propped up while keeping a glare at my P.A. I did not understand why she thought I should be the one to handle it. What exactly did the woman say? The static noise of the telephone interrupted my train of thoughts and I remembered I was on a call."Sorry...Who is this?""I... It doesn't matter. Just come, He needs you."Her incoherent sentences annoyed me but I probed further since I had not the slightest idea what she meant."I'm sorry, Who needs me?""Samuel, Your Son." The female voice retorted.  Her answer amused me. This wasn't the first time I had gotten these types of calls but this had to be the most absurd. I had gotten the "I'm carrying your baby" and the "I have our tape" tropes but this, It was comedy gold.  Combing my fingers through my hair, I told her point-blank. "Sorry Miss, You've got

AlvaAs I stepped out of the ward for some privacy and space to think. I wondered if I was really going to do it. I swayed thinking about what the presence of Nikolas Sica had brought into the life of my late sister and I. It was impossible to imagine that I would need that monster's help ever again. I looked back at the door to the ward and knew I had no choice. Time was running out and Mr. Sica was the one thing that guaranteed that Samuel remained alive. The blood bank might not have a donor until tomorrow but the Sica enterprise was only a stone throw away from the hospital. Talk about cruel fate. Reluctantly, I searched for his contact. Well, not his. He had probably changed his private number one time too many but I had his enterprise "Contact us" number which hopefully would lead to his secretary or anyone important. With an afterthought, I hit the call button."Hello, This is Sica enterprises. What can I do for you?" A f

Nikolas"Are you stalking me, Mr. Sica?" She demanded in a very predictable manner. For someone who I had no memory of, She did hate me. I pondered how we hooked up in the first place If we did have a one night stand."You aren't that special Miss," I answered. True that I wasn't scoring the whole city for a girl who happened to be my baby mama. It was an accident, A rumble across town led me to a dejected young woman walking in the rain. Seeing her suffer in the cold made me snap, So somehow my good sides nature offered a ride but judging by the disgusting glares she felt passing at me. I was right to guess she would refuse my offer."I don't need your validation to be special Mr. Sica and the name is Alva." She said. I could still catch that fire in her eyes. It felt like she was playing nice even if all she wanted was to destroy me. My fingers tightened on the steering wheel just staring into the flickering orbs of cog

Alva”If it is some paper you want me to sign, Mr. Sica, I will. I have no intent of groping you with child support or claiming your properties. Samuel and I are fine as we are.” I swallowed. That had to be the reason he was here. His eyes met mine unflinchingly and I could tell he had questions. He put a finger to his lips as an awkward silence followed. “So you actually believe I am that shallow. So out of the blues, I find out I have a son and the only thing you think runs through my mind is…’” He paused. “…properties and child support? Why do you have this one sided opinion about me?”  I fell silent, weighing his words. If I could have it Alva’s way, I would scream his face that I wasn’t buying his act. “Years ago,” I began, hating that I had to keep the details a secret. “A woman walked into your office and tol

NIKOLAS  I wished I knew what to tell her. Alva probably already told her everything but for Doria, hearing it from my lips would be the only thing she would consider the truth. The easy way out would be to lie and deny it all but what tale would I weave when Alva arrived at my door with Samuel. There was a slim chance Alva might have rejected my offer though. Still, the look of dread Doria had on her face suggested she had pieced something together. Lying to her would be futile and if I broke her heart, she had to know it was never my intention."Samuel is my son," I confessed. "I don't understand," Doria stammered, tears running down her cheeks like trickles from rooftops. "I was in Paris for just four months. How is this possible?""Doria, calm down and let me explain." I tried pacifying her but she had sunk too deep."Calm down! How do you explain that you have