The Broken Angel & Her Overprotective Brothers

"Please Mr. Hart, no need for formalities. You can call me Emily." I said as I pulled out a notebook from the pile that was sitting on one side of the huge desk.

"Alright. But it's only fair if you will call me Jackson rather than Mr. Hart. I'm barely 21 and you are making me feel like an old uncle." Mr. Hart said with a soft smile as he put on his glasses.

The boy in front of me had the same kind of calm aura around him as I witnessed on Sam.

Even though this was the second time I was meeting Mr. Hart and I barely knew anything about him except that he was my tutor and worked for Domenic, his presence made me relax.

"This is the first day and our very first teaching session. I would suggest that we should first learn a little more about each other and only then dive into studies. What is your opinion on this?" Mr. Hart asked as he looked at me with his eyes filled with warmth.

"I...I mean sure, why not. That sounds like a great idea." I replied with a small smile.

At least I tried to smile. Even I was getting tired of my poker face.

I watched as a full smile made its way on Mr. Hart's lips and somehow it made me relax a little bit more.

"Alright. Let's start with what we already know about each other. I know that you are Emilia Alessandro, the youngest member of the Alessandro Empire and the only princess of the Alessandro Masters." Mr. Hart said and smiled softly in an encouraging way as he waited for me to start.

I wanted to scoff at the part of being a Princess, however, like the good girl that I was, I did nothing like that.

"You are Jackson Hart, and both you and your father works for Domenic," I said and looked at him to continue.

I was happy to know that my tutor was a kind and warm-hearted person rather than some old creep with strict rules and regulations.

That would be like a hell to survive through every day. But thankfully Jackson was far much better than the tutors that I had imagined in my mind.

"Since I already know about your family, it is only fair for me to tell you a little about mine. Both my parents work under the Alessandro Empire. My father is running the Night Life Restaurant that is own by Daniel while my mother helps with the NGOs that Domenic has started over the past few years." Mr. Hart told me.

I nodded my head slightly as for the first time in the past two weeks since I had entered the Alessandro mansion I got to know a little about the businesses that were the reason behind the fame and fortune of the Alessandro Empire.

"As for me, I am the only child of my parents. I just wanted to buy my favorite bike for my coming birthday but since I had a very bad experience with my last bike my mom has refused to buy me a new one. As for my dad, he is too afraid to go against my mom. So, here I am. I will teach you and in return, I'll earn more than enough to buy myself my favorite bike." Mr. Hart told me with a twinkle in his eyes.

I seriously was not expecting him to tell me something like that.

"Wait! So, this is your first time tutoring?" I asked him.

"Right." Mr. Hart replied with a nod of his head.

"Umm...are you sure that you can teach me? I mean...s-since this is your very first time and you are lacking in..."

I did not get the chance to complete because I was immediately cut off by Mr. Hart.

"My lady, both you and your brother have hurt my feelings a lot. You are exactly like him. Just to make sure that I will be excellent enough to teach you, your brother showed no mercy to my self-esteem. Do you know what he did?" Mr. Hart asked me with complaining eyes.

I immediately shook my head in negative. Of course, I had no idea about what Domenic did to Mr. Hart.

"Then let me tell you. He made me bring all my certificates from the very day I started school till the day I left the university. Then he asked his secretary to double-check my certificates to see that they were not fake."

I found a smile making its way to my lips and it took a lot of effort from my side to not end up laughing at any cost as Mr. Hart continued complaining about Domenic.

"And this is not the end. I have tutored some of the high school students during my college years. He even called them to ask for their marks and certificates of the year when I taught them. Don't you think he went too far? How could he behave like this?" Mr. Hart looked horrified just by remembering the way he had suffered in the hands of Domenic.

And this time I could not help but let out a soft chuckle as I watched the expressions on Mr. Hart's face.

"Are you too making fun of me?" He looked at me with complaining eyes and it made me shut up instantly.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Hart..."

"Jackson."

"Oh! Yeah. I'm sorry Jackson. I did not mean to laugh. It's just you looked so funny as you complained. But don't worry I can see your pain." I quickly apologized.

Mr. Hart looked at me with suspicious eyes for a few seconds before finally nodding his head in approval of m apology.

"By the way, you said that that you have no experience in tutoring but you have taught high school students." I looked at him with raised eyebrows as I waited for him to explain.

"That can't be counted as an experience, at least not a good one." Mr. Hart replied with a shake of his hand.

"Why?" I asked since I was left totally confused.

"Because all four of them failed that year."