The Return Of The Secret Billionaire

Nathan was furious. There were a lot of things that could cause a man's heart rate to increase rapidly; lots of dreadful things. Sadness clouded his features as his face went blank. 'We're sorry to inform you that…' The rest of the lines on the phone's screen were redundant. They'd rejected his job offer. Again!He glanced up to the ceiling and his eyes filled with hot tears. Shutting them tight, Nathan hoped the tears would stop. His lips pursed, pale blue eyes burning with hurtful rage. He hasn't noticed Doris watching. Doris was his beautiful wife, blessed with all the amazing features that could ever make up a successful woman. She was rich, smart, gorgeous and kind hearted. But he? He was a disaster for a husband. So he thought, even though Doris had told him countless times that they were just going through a rough ride, and they would someday get over it. Nathan was poor, but hardworking. There was almost no company in New York that didn't know him, as he'd visited them all

Nathan was led into a wide living room, where he'd been offered to sit. His shirt had been crumpled due to the way he'd been handled by the hefty guards, but he didn't mind. His hair had been scattered as well. The whole area was sparkling neat and clean, all around its vicinity scenting with a soft essence of lavender. Nathan had always loved lavender. "You used to love the lavender air freshener," said the old man who'd pronounced himself as his butler, Fernando. It was as if he'd been hearing Nathan's mind. He chuckled. Nathan adjusted on the fine leather chair, straightening his posture. "Who are you exactly?" He was certain that the old man neatly dressed before him was not anyone he'd met before. He looked like he was in his sixties, but he was still well built for a man of that age. He wasn't too tall and one could say he was a petite man. His calm eyes were richly filled with mystery that Nathan could instantly tell the man must have lived that age with a lot of experience t

Doris Castiel was a strong woman. This meant that she was never easily frail or intimidated. Living in her type of pompous and terrorizing family, Doris had learnt to handle her life with care. She learned at an early age to live her life and care less about the voices of others. There was no doubt she learnt well from her husband, Nathan Anakin. Somehow, they had both grown to understand each other, and it was difficult to break their connection, otherwise, Doris would not have still been married to him. True, they hadn't been married for that long, but two years was quite a long time for them both. Earlier when Nathan left abruptly, she wondered what could have happened. But she trusted her husband and knew well enough that he would return to explain what had happened. They never kept secrets from each other, so her mind was at ease. Only, it had been over two hours and he wasn't back yet. She wasn't exactly worried, but she was anxious. Anxiety clutched her mind like a tight bel

When Owen passed the message down to Doris, she couldn't believe her eyes. Her mother was a proud woman and the thought of her having to give up the position of the family CEO must have absolutely displeased her. The family was truly in trouble. No matter how arrogant and pompous Evelyn could be, she was still her mother. Doris will always remain a Castiel. Nathan had been starting from over the room's entrance, the petrified face on his wife's face. He also overheard their conversation, and that was when it suddenly hit him. He was going to make his wife the CEO of her family. "Doris?" He said, finally announcing his presence. Her weary face lifted up to face him. "Nathan." Then it all streamed down. She had been a strong woman for so long she was tired. Besides, Nathan was her husband. He had the right to see her ugly face when she cried. She wouldn't pretend she was not hurt. She wouldn't have to be strong this time, because he was here with her. Nathan rushed forward and brou

"I have told Doris to place the bid. And here's my proposal. If she wins, you must all promise to make Doris over here," he paused to steal a glance at her, and the worried stare on her face propelled him to speak faster, " the family CEO, and never ever, mention us divorcing again.""And if she doesn't win?" Said Owen, almost instantly. "Then, I'll leave her and never bother this family ever again." There was a loud gasp from Doris, a slender hand covered on her opened mouth. This reaction followed a raucous laughter from Evelyn, and Owen followed in the footsteps of his mother. Evelyn's mouth twitched with a smile, and let out a triumphant yelp. "Oh... So you, you want to tell me that... Seriously?" Another series of thundering laughter followed. "You think that she would win? That you can win this bet? Ha!" A faint tremor of amusement appeared on Owen's lips. Nathan watched in silence all through their drama. He was certain that his wife would win. All of their mocking would on