After what seemed like countless of minutes, Emma fluttered her eye lids open, when she felt the sparkle of the morning sun, she stood up from the bed, hauling the sheet away from her chest, before a sigh escaped her nostrils.She glanced around the wide room, her eyes studying the interior design, for one thing she knew. It wasn't her room, the smell wasn't there, and the feeling that enveloped her was a sort of creepy feeling.she managed to seat up, smacking her brain lightly, she tried to think of what had happened they day before.Blur of memories flushed through her head, scattered, she couldn't find any piece of what had happened.Think.Just damn think, and it dawned on her.Rain,Rain,Rain had fell, her trauma had replayed in her head, and she felt like passing out? She hauled the blanket over to her face, letting out a surpassing shrill yell. Someone had took her into his arms, his chest was broad and his body was warm, so warm, she begged him not to leave.What had gone ov
Walking in the stairs, taking gentle steps at a time was a dashing Emma dressed in a silky white night gown, its collar bone exposed, her face was red, and her lips perked up a lighter shade of pink, as she walked through the stairs, she glanced at the two men who stared at her, with widened eyes, their lips bland.As she stood in front of them, Ethan rushed towards his sister, before he crushed her into a hug, his hands flying towards her hair, moving through and fro down her silky soft hair."It's okay." He stroked it gently, back and forth, letting her silky hair fall into his warm hands. "I am here now." His hug was soft, making her feel the warmth she had been wishing for, the warmth she had been longing for all along,The warmth she had so much wished for yesterday night, she was receiving it now, it was in no sense when she longed for it yesterday, maybe sometimes, what you wished for can suddenly become what you dread.She leaned on the shoulder, her eyes moistening with tears
The sound erupted the room for a brief second, Emma froze, her eyes staring at the woman, before she squinted them gently.She recognized her.Emma freaking recognized the woman.She was the woman that Jason had talked to so happily that day, she remembered, The woman was talking to her son so joyfully, and now she was same woman slapping Jeremy, was something amiss?Violet panted heavily, her chest heaving up a bit in panic. "You bought a Roberts to your house?" Her voice was cold, irrespective of the love she had for her own son, his behavior was outrageous, she had warned him several times to stay away from the Roberts, but, he wouldn't listen."Mother." He was calm, even after getting slapped from his own mother. "Leave."Violet widened her eyes, bobbing her eyes a bit, his voice was cold, she had never seen him act so coldly to her. He respected her, cherished her, and now, he was asking her to leave?She lowered her hand a bit, and that was when she realized that she had slapped
Quickly, the glass on the table fell to the floor, causing the glass to clink to the floor, the cracking voice ringed in both their ears, and an awkward tension rose in the air.It was disturbing, the firm glance of Old Master Hart, the prominent gaze of Jeremy.Old Master Hart gripped the table, his eyes suddenly growing sour. "Are you out of your mind? What are thinking of doing?"Jeremy winced slightly, maybe, he hadn't expected his own grandfather to act in such way, but again, this was Old Master Hart and not some old boring grandfather. This was Old Master Hart, the leader of the Hart family."Grandfather. I swear it was only a joke," He cackled a low nervous laughter, inching away from Old Master Hart's cane that almost flashed towards his face."What stupid joke is that, eh?" It happened so quickly, the cane waving through his face, and an old man chattering his lips in anger. His legs tapping against the floor in pure rage.And, the best option available, he would just leave,
In any word. Emma wouldn't say she hated her brother. Hell, it was the complete opposite, he was neutral, between her hate and like.Her brother, Andrew, had some certain definitions; He was hot tempered. He was arrogant, he was sly, and Emma could never even say when she had liked her brother, even for once. Just pure Nemesis, stuck in the boder line between hate and love.There was a time, she was just nine back then, her hands was fixated around the railing of the stairs, her face hot with fury as she yelled at her twin brother.She had been so angry at him chopping off the head of her doll, her voice was aggressive on him, her hands folded in an annoyed way.He didn't seemed to be the least concerned, as his ears just doubled passed her furious yell, and he gazed down the stairs, his eyes watching the maids who stuttered in their works."Don't you just find our lives amazing?" He turns to look at her, his voice draping with the chills of vanilla ice cream.She did it. She thought
Emma turned to look at her brother, a sly smile releasing unto her lips, "Andrew. You are back."He stretches his arm tiredly, "And, hell I am tired. I am going to bed, see you guys tomorrow." He walked towards the room, everyone staring at him in awe, he struck his face out, making a cheeky grin. "Oh, and I have missed you all."Emma's face melted. Had he missed her too? Something leapt in her heart, maybe, he had.°°°The door of the car flew opened, and Claire walked out, the dark sunglasses etched around her face, her cheek emitting a lighter shade of red, as the cold wind blew against her face, causing her make-up to be smudged a bit. She gazed up at the tall building in front of her.Hell, she couldn't wait, for the past few weeks, she had been working on her plan to seduce Jason Hart, she licked her lips gently, before she strides into the company."Hello, how can I help you?" A voice from over the laptop spoke to her harshly, her hands trimming against the keyboard.Claire pla
Emma had on thing on her mind: ignore her parents, because if she did. Technically, she would be ignoring her older brother Andrew.When they asked her to come for dinner, she just simply gave the excuse that she was busy, easy does it. It works better than nothing.Trapped in her office, sketching new ideas for her newly released game. Go to bed and repeat the same process non-stop every day until her brother was going to get the damn out of the country, but if he decided to stay, then, she would just have to change her process.Being in her office, she leaned against the chair, her hands screeching harshly on the keyboard, she had to pitch her game idea before next week, so she decided to work on her coding first, her hands lazily grabbing the cup of coffee as she got back to to typing.For a while, she got bored and logged into Facebook on the laptop, staring at the screen, she hurriedly typed up, "Andrew Roberts," The screen loaded white before countless of faces popped up, when s
His hair was lumpy, and his lips puckered upward a bit, he made to take a step forward, but seeing the almighty Andrew Roberts seated there, with crossed arms and looking at him, his heart skipped a bit, in horror."Andrew." He called out, briefly giving him a nod, Andrew acknowledged with a dirty smirk that lowered from his lips down to his jawline."And, may I ask why you are in my sister's office? Everyone knows that the Harts don't joke around with the Roberts."Emma widened her eyes. Wait a minute, even Andrew knew that, what she the only one who was just knowing this now? Damn her brain."I am sorry, Roberts." Jeremy gave a curt bow, he seemed exhausted and Emma wondered what he had been going through. How was his day? How did he encountered his day? Flirting with women, right.She chapped her lips together, and gazed at his crumpled face, he didn't seem in the mood for jokes, and was now glaring at her indefinitely."I will go." Andrew stood up, before gazing at his sister. "We