I woke up having had the same nightmare about what happened years ago. If she was the one, did she remember what happened years ago at the amusement park? I mean I did, I remembered every single detail that happened that day. The very thing that brought enmity between the Rogers family and the Montgomery's family. And I was to blame for everything. For dad's death, for Gregory Montgomery's hatred, I was supposed to marry his daughter and like a coward I ran from home.I ran to the Philippines, leaving dad to face the wrath of Gregory Montgomery. The doctors said that he had a stroke due to his heart problems but upto this day, I carry the burden of knowing that had I not married Greg's daughter, dad wouldn't have had to go through the stress of dealing with Greg's threats again. Which is why, Eleanor Gibbins played a huge part in this. It didn't matter that she didn't know. It didn't matter that she was innocent. It didn't matter that she wasn't to blame for her father's actions, poi
One step forward, two steps back.Atleast that's what I felt when he gave me the cold shoulder in the morning. I had already made up my mind on saying thanks and asking for forgiveness for everything I said yesterday. I also wanted to ask why his knuckles were bandaged, probably try to bring in the good-boss and secretary-thing we had going on but no.His eyes said it all. He was pissed and although I was no mind reader I knew he was pissed at me. I left his home like he was some sort of kidnapper who had gagged me and chained me to his house. A sudden emptiness overwhelmed me, since Uncle Mike left, I felt all alone.Like I had no one at the moment. The telephone rang against my desk and only then did I realize that I had zoned out watching my boss' door even after he had slammed it on my face."Rogers group of companies," I started."Hey? Hey. Eleanor right?""Yeah and to whom am I speaking to?"I asked playing with the cord of the telephone. The feminine voice sounded familiar, sop
"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
I had groaned a weak 'yes' like the weak person I was. What would he gain by doing this? Why me? Why would he think that I was the perfect candidate to make his ex jealous? And his ex! Don't get me started on his ex. Why would she tell him straight to the face that I had convinced her not to marry him? I walked down the rocky path shivering as the harsh Newyork breeze hit my bare forearms without warning. It was a really bad day to wear a sleeveless dress. It was even stupid of me to try and meddle with what clearly didn't concern me. Now what?Niklaus Rogers! Damn, him! I hated him! I wish he never came back. I wish Jenny Rogers was my boss and right about now I would be at work thinking of how I'd walk my dog later in the park. Good hands, she had said. Only, Niklaus Rogers wasn't good. He was bad, good at the same time so villainy. It was hard to read him. It was hard to know what he thought, what he liked, who he was on the inside if he even had some sort of heart inside.Openi
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
"Can I take your things, ma'am?" Martin asked and I nodded.It was weird being in his house, more so staying in his house without my dog, Oggie to keep me company. I left Oggie back at Mrs Chang's hoping that he would be better off there. I couldn't just bring him with me. Who knows, maybe Niklaus had an allergy to dogs or maybe he didn't even like dogs."Martin will show you around,"Niklaus turned to speak to me disappearing upstairs to what I'd call his room.God, how would I manage to do this? What possessed me to even agree to him? My thoughts were in disarray, the unfamiliar environment was overwhelming, it was only after Martin calmed me down that I somehow embraced the whole beauty of the house."And this is the kitchen,"Martin smiled and I went to the huge fridge opening it and gazing at the different types of foods. Cheese, a lot of greens like lettuce, asparagus, broccoli, cucumbers, eggplants, kales and worse of all cauliflower. I hated cauliflower. Next to the greens was t
"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
"Wait you can't leave me here with her-" I desperately called and Niklaus blindly ignored me disappearing into the crowd."Eleanor!" Isadora called and I turned around wiping a disastrous smile."Isadora"The blue dress she had on hugged her curves perfectly. The red lipstick she has on shimmered against the lights. Her heels? Damn, I thought my heels were killer but hers? They must have cost her a fortune! "Fancy seeing you here. You are with Klaus?" She asked taking a glass of champagne from the the waiter passing by."Yeah. I mean we came together,"I tried playing dumb. Pretending that I only accompanied my boss not my boyfriend."As his assistant?"she asked and I took a huge gulp of water."Y-yes""Thank God. For a moment there I thought that you two were...a thing! Sorry, people have been talking and getting to my head but of course you don't love him. You said it yourself he is not the right man. For anybody"And guilt quickly ate me from the inside. I was a terrible person w