The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (self help books to read .TXT) 📖

Chapter 19

Augustus

Taking a warm shower I pulled out a navy blue suit from the walk-in closet of my bedroom to get ready to my office. After reaching the stairs I could smell the taste of freshly made bacon along with eggs and some toast. I smile greeting Martha, my sixty year old cook and housekeeper who had been with me from the last five years. Occupying one of the seats of the dining table I start consuming the breakfast reading a morning daily.

My driver Oliver was ready with the car, once I reach the exit of the house and greets me as I settle down. The drive to my office takes around fifteen minutes, which I spend in mailing my clients and sometimes have a short talk with Oliver.

As I reach my chair, my secretary greets me and scurries inside my room with the file in her hands. "Sir this is the file from our vigilance department which requires your immediate perusal." She says and leaves the room immediately after my dismissal.

I sigh opening the contents of the file that was long awaited. Sleep betrayed me for the last six months as I try to find out the culprit behind our hacked accounts. Reading the first few words my face drained out of blood in my system.

Robert Evans was the man behind the robbery of millions in my company. Looking at the way our accounts were hacked, I could understand the mastery of the dacoit behind the heinous crime. The pilferage was a sophisticated, planned and a clean sweep of company accounts without even a hint of a third eye knowing about it until it is well accomplished.

Emptying the contents of the water glass sitting in front of me, I run a hand on my perfectly gelled hair unable to understand the intention behind the polished embezzlement. This was something more than thieving which I could clearly understand.

Mr Robert Evans is a cosmopolitan under world dealer and a billionaire. Why would he bother pilfering my company's money? I don't recollect neither I nor my father had any past dealings with him which could have raised any kind of animosity between us.

Inhaling a deep breath I step inside the washroom to wash away the sudden tiredness reaching my countenance. Wiping my face with the napkin nearby I come out of the restroom and order my secretary to get me the old files of our company.

Probably there was some missing evidence or a connection that I have overlooked in the past but all my research brought me to no fruitful result. As I was thinking of the ways and means to investigate the matter, I hear my phone beeping.

Looking at the caller-id, my lips twitch to a smile. Finally there was something good happening to me this day. Pressing the answer button I could hear the angelic voice of my mother. "Hello son how are you?" My mom beams on the other side of the phone. "I am fine mom." I answer her in my cheerful tone.

"I told you not to strain yourself with work." There she starts her counselling sessions again. "Okay mom." I reply to her in boredom. "I called to remind you of our family dinner today and Jess is home." She speaks giving out her enthusiasm. I got energetic in an instant hearing about my little sister's arrival. "I will surely be at home by 7." I reply my mom sunnyly.

Dressing myself in a casual white shirt, grey trousers with matching snickers, I drive to my parent's house. Attending the calling bell I come face to face with the warm smile of my father. "Hello son how are you and how is business?" He asks giving me a man hug and welcomes me inside our magnificent drawing room.

"Business is good." I answer him simple and go to hug my mom who never tires to still treat me as a kid at the age of twenty seven with her kisses on my cheeks and forehead. "Hey brother, how is life?" I find my sister Jessica asking me from behind with her signature smile. I kiss her head and hug her. "It is good."

Jess doesn't stay at Newyork. She visits here off and on during her vacation trips. She started of her career in modelling a year back in London. She is completely into my mom not only in her looks but also in her likes.

My mom was a very successful model in her primal years and my dad being a charmer since the beginning their love story started off with a swing. They met each other in a fashion show and there was this instant attraction between them. Soon the wedding bells rang in our families and a year later I was born to my parents followed by my sister. After marriage my mom never thought of returning back to her profession as she enjoyed being a mom and wife more than anything. We were brought up in a very amicable atmosphere of caring parents and a cherishing family.

After we have a sumptuous dinner prepared by mom with lot of cheers and fun I meet my dad in the study to discuss business. I tell him about Robert Evans the culprit behind the robbery of our company. "Ah! That crazy rogue", dad recalls looking relaxed but gives me a surprised look. "Why are you so much bothered with this news? Little things like this happen in business at times." He tries to soothe me up.

"Because he is the father of the girl upon whom I fell in love with." I acknowledge him in a laborious tone keeping my eyes closed.

Dad looks at me perplexed for a moment as though digesting the news which I just expounded but soon tilts his lips to a smile asking me about something out of the blue. "Do you remember Aunt Margaret?"

The parents of Aunt Margaret and dad were close friends and she was like a little sister to my dad though they weren't related by blood. Recalling about Margaret, dad's eyes well tears as he recollects an old memory. "Robert was a bad news. I understood it in my first glimpse itself and tried to caution Margaret. But by the time I collected information about the bastard it was too late. She was already married to him eloping from home."

Suddenly I felt the room suffocated with his alarming revelations. I unlock the first two buttons of my shirt running a hand around my neck and look out of the window. The sky was enveloped with dark clouds matching the ache in my heart. I could feel another breakage of my life fast approaching. Yet I wasn't prepared to brace the warning instincts of my senses.