He was such a shameless guy he also accepted that he sold her virginity to a billionaire and so that they can have a happy life with that money.
That night Nancy lost faith in love, she was heartbroken and she left the city. After shifting to NY she thought of committing suicide because she was not able to forget the betrayal but when she got to know that she was pregnant she didn’t have the heart to abort the child and harm herself for the sake of the child.
By the time Nancy completed, I was sitting beside her after the session. I brought to the bedroom in the main mansion and tucked her in the duvet and went to my study.
I tried to compose myself in front of others, but the moment I entered my study I broke down on my knees and started crying badly because “I WAS THE PERSON WHO RAPED HER” I was the one who spoiled her life. I was one who let her leave like this. I was the one who spoiled her happiness.
I called Angie a bastard, I was her father. How can a father call its own child a bastard? I was the pathetic person who did this. How can I do this, but I was not the person who bought her. I myself was also a victim that night.
When she shared the date and the hotel name it was the same day when Mr. Millers framed me by drugging me.
Owen’s POV
I remember that evening clearly, I had taken over my Dad’s business recently and we were having drinks and discussing business in Rosewood hotel. Mr. Miller said that his daughter will join us at some time, as she got stuck in traffic but all of a sudden I started feeling dizzy.
Initially, I thought I may be tired of continuing working, Mr. Miller suggested that he will send me to a room so that I can rest for some time and when his daughter is here we will discuss our business further.
After he left me in the room, in some time my body was on fire I felt like I would explode in some time at that time I heard the door opening, with no sense I went to the door there was a girl who entered the room, I hugged her from behind when my body touched her body I lost all control over me.
I remember how badly she was screaming, pleading for me to let her go, but I was insane and kept on ruining her. In fact, I never forgot her pleadings. Whenever I tried to get close to any girl after that incident, all I could feel was a pleading girl in front of me.
When the next day I woke up I saw Kara lying next to me and there was a blood spot on the bedsheet and they said that they did that to Kara so I should take the responsibility and marry her. And that was the reason that I never looked for Nancy, and when I discovered Kara’s doings, I thought that blood on the bed sheet was part of her plane.
I always had the feeling that Kara was not that girl. I had a vague memory of Nancy, her face, her voice, her innocent eyes, her soft body.
I cried for so long after that I got up from the floor and made up my mind that I will never be a hindrance to her happiness. In fact, I will never appear in front of her. I will not force my love on her.
I know Malcolm really loves her and he will keep her happy. I will not keep her captive, if after going back she wants me to surrender to the police for kidnapping her I will accept that also if it gives happiness to her.
I called Zack to come to Iceland immediately; once he was here I left Iceland without even looking at sleeping, Nancy.
I don’t have the courage to face her. I told Zack to leave Nancy at her place once she is awake. I know she will hate me for not answering any of her questions like why I kidnapped her. Why did I leave her without saying anything? Why did I keep her here for a week?
I don’t have any answer to her questions, all I know is that I am not worthy of a person like Nancy. She is a pure soul and I am a devil, who can never bring happiness in her life.
It was very painful for me to leave Nancy behind. Pain in my heart is unbearable.
Nancy’s POV
I woke in the evening around 5 pm, I have a little headache but it is bearable. I went downstairs looking for Owen but I cannot find him anywhere. I saw Alen sitting in the living room waiting for someone.
I went to him and asked, “Hi, can you please tell me where Mr. Johnson is?”. He hesitated for a few seconds and said “Miss Jones, President had left in the morning and he asked me to drop you home”
I don’t know how to react, my mind was blank. He never left me alone since the time we were here but why did he leave me behind all of sudden. I should be happy that he is letting me go but why am I not happy.
Why I am feeling like someone took away my soul. I felt like crying but I composed myself and said to Alen “ok shall we leave now?” he nodded positively.
I don’t know how much time it took for me to reach home, I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard Angie calling me and running towards me and I was standing at the door. I squatted down and hugged her tightly and cried. I don’t why I cried, I cried because I missed Angie or it was like I was missing Owen Johnson
I saw Riya running towards me and hugging me tightly and she started questioning me “where were you? What happened that day?” Chris was also here in his wheelchair looking at me with questions on his face. I can see their tired faces; they must be tense while looking for me.