"You think it's that easy huh? Come back and ask me to marry you and I would willingly accept your offer? Klaus, do you even know what love is? Have you ever loved anyone in your life but yourself? No. Infact never. You and I were done the moment you got on that plane and disappeared"Isadora huffed hanging up the phone. Had I ever loved anyone in my life? Was that like a trick question? I had put everyone's needs before mine! I was doing everything in the name of those who I loved! Who was she to question me?I kept my cool fiddling with my pen to keep me calm. I knew Isadora wouldn't give in, I knew she would want to know one way or another whether what I was saying was true or not. And just like that, everything had fallen into place the way I wanted. She involved my secretary just like I thought she would. Turns out dating Isadora had come with the perks of knowing her every move. Knowing her inside and out. Somewhat like the back of my hand.The guy I had hired to follow Isadora

One simple mistake. Scared of having the same nightmares and I somehow snapped. Like a mad man, I had reset the plan based on my emotions. Emotions of trying to seek redemption and emotions of gnawing guilt.On one hand was Isadora. The woman who my heart would gladly love. The woman who I had planned to marry and then make her life a living hell. Well that was until her father would lament his actions and then I would try to make our marriage more real and important, probably have two to three kids with her later. Isadora was my ideal woman, smart, brilliant, witty, obedient, had a body that most men would kill for, her being in love with me was an added bonus.And plus having had time to reflect on my past actions, I was selfish at that time. Running away as some sort of rebellion at my dad. Turns out my rebellion did end up being his death! But now Niklaus Rogers had matured both mentally and emotionally. On the other hand was her, Eleanor. The plan was to make her fall for me. Ma

"This one would look good on you,"Paris complimented and I rolled my eyes.Eleanor twirled admiring the sequin dress and truth be told, the dress was a little sloppy. I wasn't good with women's clothing so the fact that I missed an important meeting to be here beat me. Her worried doe eyes made me stay yesterday. She didn't beg but I could see her uneasiness yesterday, how she fidgeted her fingers, how her thoughts travelled away when I told her to look good for Blaze's Charity Gala.I was here because I knew Martin couldn't handle everything alone. That he couldn't handle her. Her attitude, her curiosity. Like the good man I was I offered to help and I was immediately regretting it. It was either the dresses weren't fitting her or either she didn't like the dress or either Paris and her compatriots thought that the dress didn't represent Niklaus Rogers' girlfriend soon to be fiance very well.I didn't want to contradict her on the 'fiance' part. I hoped it wouldn't reach there. That

He caressed my hair so gently and I grabbed his shoulders tightly not wanting to let go. Only after seeing the black stains on his shirt did I part from the hug taking a step back."I-i'm sorry for everything. F-for the mess on the shirt"He stared at his chest, the realisation that I had ruined his shirt dawning on him."Don't fret over it. Are you okay?""I am,"I lied."Let's do this again. Hey Elen, are you okay?"I hesitated. He could see right through me. I wasn't okay. Not at all."Am not, John. Everything- everything is hard. I can't. I can't take it,"I said wiping my tears with the back of my hand as fast as they came."I get it, Elle, there's no pressure in telling me what happened. Let's get you home"But I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to his face. I didn't want to face him. Not now. Not after everything he had done."I know it's too much to ask. But anywhere-take me anywhere but home"He removed his coat wrapping it around my shoulders before he took my hand, usher

"She refused the food, sir,"Chica came into my study room for the second time.She hadn't talked to me since we arrived home last night. And like a child she had locked herself up in the guest room allowing only 'her friends' in the room. Drama. I hated drama and she unlike the women I had met in my life, had a lot of drama. Kenny, the division's manager had called me to check whether I had the dossier for the Mill project. I had perused every document in my study room and yet not a single sight of the document. I needed a secretary asap. With Eleanor now my girlfriend, I needed a secretary as efficient as she was otherwise no work would be done for the past couple of weeks.I didn't like taking a day off from work. To me, missing work was the end of Rogers Co. Mario wasn't capable of running the place and Drizella had it in her to run the place but she could always be distracted by anything. Which is why me missing work today, had me on edge.I had stayed home to take care of her an