The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (readnow .txt) 📕

Chapter 11

Two years later....

I was holding a meeting in the office briefing everything to Carson who is my right hand and the other members of our gang. My new project is hacking the accounts of Sunrise industries, nullify all their bank accounts and bring them to paupers looking for a begging bowl.

Xavier Martin the CEO of Sunrise industries is my biggest enemy in the world. Xavier and his parents had been family friends to Margaret's family for last many years. He was the person who was responsible in breaking our happy marriage. He put his detectives behind me, collected data about all my illegal activities and directed Margaret in dissolving our marriage. He not only shattered our lives but also shambled the life of our little princess in pushing her to a broken family.

Angel's class teacher called reporting her sick while I was working in my office looking at the files of Sunrise Industries. Panic struck my system as I receive the message. I immediately ran to the parking lot and fled my vehicle to reach my sick daughter. I called our family doctor on the way and instructed him to be at home while I bring my kid.

I was not going to office as I wish to attend my ailing daughter. There was a lot of labour which required my detailed supervision. So I had to take care of the tasks functioning from home. Working on the study table across my bed it was past mid night when I hear the shuffling of the door knob. My anxiety flared expeditiously. Peeling out of the chair I reach the door briskly.

My daughter enters the room covered in a light pink sweater. Her nose was turning red because of excessive sneezing. Below her eyes were traces of dried tears and her chestnut hair was a mess. Rubbing her eyes with her hands in little fists, "daddy" she cries. My stance tore to fragments in a fleet. I bring her closer hugging her to me. "I cannot breathe, daddy." Her hands wrap around my waist while her head rests of my middle. Putting my palm on her forehead I check upon her temperature.

I cautiously lift her into my arms and rest her head on my shoulder. Her hands instantly encircle my neck. "Baby, don't cry." I coo to her softly kissing her wet cheeks. "Daddy will take care of everything." I console her rubbing my hand on her back to ease her wheezing. She sneezes ones again spitting all over my shirt. Picking a handkerchief from the cupboard I clean her nose and bring out a red liquid from the drawer which smelled like strawberries. Had it been any other person in the world I would have taught him a lesson before he blinks but for my princess I don't disgust even to clean her snot.

For the world outside, I am a dangerous don who doesn't hesitate to kill people within a glimpse of a second. But for my daughter I am as soft as a teddy bear. At times I transform to a super man who can drive away the demons under her bed at night. Sometimes I would be her friend to listen to her princess fantasies. When she grows older I will be her shield to protect her from all the Casanovas of the world. My daughter is never going date. It sometimes frightens me that she is growing older and one day a handsome prince will take her away from me.

Administering the medicine in her system I pat her back softly taking rounds in my bedroom clasping her to my warm body. I sing to her softly lulling her to sleep. After sometime her hold loosens around my neck and I sense her to had fallen asleep. Placing her on my bed gingerly I slip out of my shirt making use of a new one and slide beside my little daughter to pull her to my warm chest covering us in a blanket.

Few days later....

My daughter finished her exams and I was informed by her class teacher to visit her school for a PTA. Clutching her grade sheet in my hands I was extremely happy. My princess excelled in all the subjects. Holding an unrestrained smile on my face, I walk towards the school playground where my daughter was playing with her best friend Sasha.

It was raining heavily since last few days and the school ground was covered with small pools of mud water here and there. I caught the glimpse of my daughter from a distance while my feet moved to her swiftly. She was playing while jumping into a sludge holding a lollipop in her hands while her friend watched clapping hands at her achievement. I see my daughter's big blue eyes twinkling bright as she does her naughty little thing. Her uniform had patches of mud in every place while her long curled ponytails had speckles of dirt all over. Oh she is having a lot of fun doing mischief up my sleeve.

Jumping continuously into the pit her leg twists as she falls down into the slush with a thud and instantly begins to cry. "Ouch" I shout but before my voice reaches my ears I hear another soft shout. Two teenage boys smoking cigarettes were inclined to their bikes observing the girls. One of them throws down his cigarette and immediately rushes to my daughter to lift her up. He brings her into his arms saying soft words into her ears. Grabbing a sucker from his pant pocket he hands it to her. My little girl's teary eyes sparkle in happiness looking at the candy as she stops crying abruptly.

I walk to the place hastily in dread. Plucking away the sucker from my daughter's hands I threw it in a trash can. She begins to cry instantly. I grab her from the young man's arms. I peck her chubby cheeks holding her and tell her. "Princess, daddy will get you a big box of lollipops once we get home but before that you will promise me one thing. You will never accept gifts from strangers. Will you do that for your daddy?" She looks at me for a second with her tearing eyes and then nods her head. I push a few tendrils that were out of the hair band behind her ear and peck her cheeks ones again.

A few moments later of assessing my daughter in my arms I take a note of the young man standing in front me. I warn him in angry words. "Hey man, my daughter is too young to enter into your teenage bullshit. Stay away from her or else I will chase you like a wild boar and rip the flesh out of your bones." He looks at me miffed but doesn't hesitate to reply. "Sir have respect while you speak to others. I am not a paedophile to run after young girls. She fell down into slush and I was just helping her out of it." Caring two hoods about his resent I glare challenging him to speak further. He looks at me in affliction but before he was about to speak his friend beats to it. "Sorry Sir, I will take care of this." He says and pulls his friend away.