Man Of The House Book Romane & Geschichten

It's easier to deal with one than to deal with more than ten rich humans. Nathan crosses over to my side and opens the door of the car for me. He stretches his hand out for me and helps me out of the car. "We're late" he grabs my hand in his and leads me inside of the big house. In the living room there's a long table with people on all the chairs except two chairs that's reserved for the both of us. I feel all the eyes of everyone in the room on us as we walk in and this makes me want to shrink to the ground but Nathan hands in mine gives me a drop of boldness.

“President Rupert's relationship with Mike breaks societal rules. They have to confront their own identities, desires, and limits. Their journey of self-acceptance is inspiring especially when he had to confess his love for him in front of the nation.” “Wow, you really know much about the book,” I said, trying to hide my own thoughts. Before he could continue, April popped her head over a nearby shelf. “I’m going home now. Don’t stay too long, Arian.” She shot me a pointed look before waving goodbye. After she left, the library felt quieter. Mr Benson had also left. I turned to Kael and let out a weird cough. I think I've discovered enough for one day. “I should head home too. It's getting d

He stared at the screen, and all the color left his face. He had never imagined there would be a camera in that room. Serafina had installed the security system after we were married. She said the Valcieri family had too many enemies, and if she couldn’t always be there herself, then at least the house would protect me in her place. In the end, it had protected me in a way neither of us expected. “Mom, I…” Lucian opened his mouth, but the words died there. Then, as if instinct took over, he clutched at his chest and bent forward.

Chapter 4. Home Away From Home Finally, after what felt like fifty years of looking for Ansel in that law complex whatsoever, I could already see my family's—well, technically my dad's—residential house. Ansel had been explaining things during the drive, talking about the property, the staff, and some things I honestly wasn't paying attention to. I just nodded whenever he looked at me, pretending I understood every word he said. After all the walking, waiting, and searching we did earlier, I wasn't exactly in the mood for a conversation.

Scratch that, her entire house was a mess which was telling a lot on her. Scratching her arm, she walked into the medium sized living room and went straight to the door. Something beeped and she unlocked the door, allowing the tall man access into the house. Manuel didn't need her permission to come over whenever he wanted to after all, he had bought the place for her. He brushed past her without a second look and walked over to the couch to take his seat. Only two months ago had he rented her thr apartment and given her some money on the condition that she would do exactly what he wanted. It was exactly what she was doing then.

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

I can’t, not if it meant I would walk around in a daze and act unnatural. “That’s fine with me. You can keep me company in the office.” He started towards it, sure I would not make a run for the door. He was by a bookshelf when I joined went to seat. He grabbed a large book and dropped it infront of me. “That’s all the entertainment I have right now. Your phone’s in your room.” “A manual on the inner workings of smart homes?” I read the title. “It’s user friendly, there’s a lot of pictures too.” His pulled his chair back and collapsed in it. I scoffed but flicked through it as he typed away on his laptop.

The man I hated more than anyone. The man I was married to. And tonight—tonight was just the beginning.

He wasn't quite comfortable with me living there but he respected my choice. “I'll patiently wait for a reasonable explanation for this, Scarlet,” he mumbled as he scrutinised the building. Was he checking for ghosts or demons? He might not find ghosts but he'll definitely see Roman's entourage of demons. “Thank you,” I said genuinely. “Bye sunshine,” I waved at him till he was out of sight and went into the house. The house was incredibly silent except for One Word who was in the living room reading a book. I swear it was the weirdest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life. A man like One Word reading a book. He was so big, so scary and so out of place.

Judging by the angle from which the picture was taken, the said window was also on the side that was beside the man's house. The man he was talking about was a single father, who had a ten-year-old son living with him back then. When Steve just bought the house, the man had come to welcome him and after that, on the very occasional night, they shared a drink or two in Steve's house, because the man seemed lonely and Steve's house always had an abundance of booze. The man always had a sob story to tell ... like how he struggled to pay his rent and how his pay was little, as well as other such things.