"This is a beautiful piece," said Leah while examining the jewelery piece in deep admiration. Angela's eyes lit up. " I got it from Italy. I have a weakness for vintage," Angela admitted zealously. "Me too," Leah replied while rubbing her thumb, feeling the intricate details of the necklace. "With this one it was a first sight love," Angela divulged. "You have a lot of first sight love," Leah bit out still admiring the piece. There was a certain sharpness in her tone that Angela missed. Angela passed her comment off as a joke. "I guess I do," she replied chuckling. Leah sighed and set the necklace back in its box. "I must say you are in possession of nothing but only the best," Leah remarked wistfully. The naive Angela smiled, thinking she was talking only about the jewelery piece. She took the box. "Here," she offered it to her. Leah looked up at her in confusion. "For you," Angela encouraged her with a smile."It's yours," Leah replied. "Yes and I want you to have it. I

Angela had just finished her meal when she heard a knock at the door. The woman had disclaimed her wheelchair. She propelled her unsteady legs towards the door and opened it. A tiny plump woman grinned brightly at her. The woman looked to be in his late fifties. She had a kind face and friendly smile. But her downturned brown eyes had a hint of authority in them. "Are you Mrs. King? I am Martha," saying that the woman brushed past her and into the house without seeking permission. Angela stared after her in confusion. The woman turned towards her."I am the housekeeper. Mr. King had called me and told me about your arrival. I am here to serve you," the woman explained. Her voice was a little croaky as if she was having a soar throat. "Glad to have you here, Martha. I must say you have done an excellent job looking after the house," Angela appreciated her efforts. The woman's grin broadened. " I try," Martha replied while appraising Angela with a hint of appreciation.Confusion cros

She thought about confronting Nikaulas about this but decided against it. If he was hiding something from her, she was going to catch him red-handed.Angela hoped all her doubts were unfounded. How much she had cried last night. Her eyes were still slightly red and swollen. She glanced at his car that her car was following. It was a risk following him but he hadn't suspected yet. He must be caught up in something to not notice.The car halted in front of a hospital. Her brows knitted down in confusion as she spied him getting down the car. He buttoned up his jacket and walked towards the entrance with his long legs. Angela was beyond confused. What was he doing here? Tears warmed her eyes. She gave money to the driver and got down. The driver helped her in wheelchair before leaving. Nikaulas had already disappeared. She went up to the reception. The lady at the reception regarded her with curiosity. Ignoring her gaze, Angela asked the woman who Nikaulas King was visiting. The woman r

"I didn't mean that. I just want to say that she is too young to live here on her own. This is not her home. A hospital room can't be her room. I spent only two hours with her, just a few nice words and she was afraid of letting me go. She is alone and loneliness is not good for her," she kept her voice calm and gentle, hoping he will understand. Angela had felt what loneliness feel like. Nothing can be scar than the thought of being all alone in a world full of people. After her parents' death, she withdrew from the world. The loss of her parents and her legs had robbed her off of her confidence and will to live. If not for Ara, Angela might have succumbed to her pain long ago. Maybe it was her chance to pay back the kindness she had received. "I don't know why she is not staying with your parents but if there is a problem with that, I assure you I can look after her," she offered meekly. "Why are you so concerned about her? What's your motive?" he enquired, leveling her with a

Nikaulas' tilted his head, appraising the trembling being in front of him. The man's hands were clasped together and his eyes were pleading for mercy. Of course, what Nik had for him was better than mercy. His urine drenched pants was offputting for sure. Nik snorted. What a waste of cock.    "I..I can be very useful. I have intels on them," the man tried to negotiate in a shaking voice. Nikaulas smirked, amused.  " I am sure, you have," Nik replied, looking at his prey with a wicked glint in his eyes. His statement brought a silver of confidence to the man.   "I will share them with you in return you will spare my life," the man put forth. He tried to sound brave but the tremor in his voice betrayed him. Nik leaned forward, holding his eyes.  "I have something better. How about you give me the intels and I release you," Nikaulas offered and appraised the man's reaction. The man's e