"Two Years. No Emotions. No Strings Attached." Emma Carter’s life is a constant battle of resilience and hard work. As an executive assistant to Adrian Steele, a billionaire playboy with a reckless streak, she’s used to managing chaos but when her aunt’s medical crisis leaves her desperate for help, Emma is forced to make an unthinkable choice. Adrian offers her a lifeline: a two-year contract marriage. No strings, no emotions, just business. For him, it’s a means to an end. For her, it’s survival. But as Emma navigates Adrian’s world of luxury and deception, she begins to see the man behind the mask, a scarred soul yearning for redemption. When lies, betrayal tears them apart, could a secret child bring them back together? Can Adrian win back the woman he walked away from? Or will Emma protect her heart and the life she’s built at all costs? Read further to unveil a story of love, betrayal, redemption, and second chances.
View MoreEmma's Point of ViewI sat in the backseat of the cab, my heart thudding loudly against my chest as the city blurred past the window. Every turn the car took seemed to bring me closer to the moment that could change my life forever. Adrian. My lips curled into a soft smile as I pictured his reaction when I told him the news.“You’re… pregnant?” I imagined him saying, his voice full of surprise and wonder. In my mind, his shock would quickly give way to joy. He would lift me off my feet, spinning me around in celebration, his laughter filling the space between us. For the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to hope... really hope, that maybe this baby would bring us back together, that the love we once had could be rekindled.I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely noticed when the cab came to a stop.“We’re here,” the driver said, pulling me out of my daydream.I handed him a few bills, murmured a quick thanks, and stepped out of the car. Adrian’s house loomed ahead of me, its ta
Emma’s Point Of ViewThe café was alive with its usual hum of chatter and clinking coffee cups. The smell of freshly brewed coffee swirled in the air, blending with the sweetness of pastries fresh out of the oven. It was the kind of setting I once found comforting, but now, it was merely a distraction from the chaos in my mind. I have been working here for almost a month now, I was carrying a tray to a customer when Sarah, one of my colleagues, rushed toward me, untying her apron."Emma, could you fill in for me? I have an emergency," she said hurriedly.“Of course,” I replied, giving her a tight smile. It wasn’t like I had anything better to do.Sliding into her role, I carried out a plate of pastries and a steaming cup of coffee, placing it in front of one of our regulars. He gave me a smile and said, “The usual, huh?”I nodded politely “Enjoy, sir,” I responded with another tight smile before retreating behind the counter.As I set up the next order, I suddenly felt the world aroun
Emma’s Point of ViewThe air in the room was suffocating, heavy with the weight of days spent drowning in humiliation and pain. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how I had become a prisoner in the life I thought I’d build with Adrian. The door creaked open, again. I didn’t flinch this time. I was used to their invasions.Adrian’s tall, brooding figure stepped in, his face cold and unreadable. Behind him trailed his mother Evelyn, her disdain practically oozing off her in waves, and Celia, wearing her usual smirk, triumphant and vile. It was like clockwork, another day, another attempt to break me. I sat up, ready to face whatever venom they had prepared. If they thought I was going to cower, they were in for a surprise.Without a word, Adrian tossed a thick envelope onto the bed, its weight echoing with finality.I glanced at it before meeting his icy gaze. “What’s this?” My voice was steady, but my chest burned with a thousand unanswered questions.Evelyn huffed dra
Adrian's Point Of ViewThe tension in the air was thick enough to choke on as I stormed down the hall, my footsteps reverberating like thunder against the wooden floors. I shoved the door to Emma's new room open with enough force to rattle the hinges. There she was, sitting on the edge of the tiny bed like she was the queen of the damned world. The sight of her, defiant and unbothered, ignited something primal in me.She jumped, startled by my entrance, but her expression quickly hardened into that maddening mask of defiance. “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be in the damn kitchen making me breakfast?” I spat, my tone dripping with venom.“If you want breakfast, ask your dear lovely Celia to make it. I’m not your maid,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. My jaw clenched.I felt my temper snap. “Yes, you are my maid, Emma. My slave, remember? You owe me five hundred thousand dollars for your damn brothers medical bill, and you will work off every damn ce
Emma’s Point of ViewThe taste of tequila still clung bitterly to my lips as I swirled the last remnants of my drink in the glass. The dim bar lights flickered, casting shadows over the room that matched the darkness in my chest. I didn’t belong here, my elegant blouse now wrinkled and stained, my makeup smudged from crying. But I didn’t care.“Another,” I slurred, sliding my empty glass toward the bartender.“Lady, you’ve had enough,” he replied, crossing his arms.My laugh was humorless. “Enough? Oh, sweetheart, I’ve never had enough.” I slammed my hand on the counter. “Pour the damn drink.”He sighed but complied, and as I took another gulp, the memories I’d tried to drown surfaced once more. Adrian. Celia. That smug smile on her face when she announced she was pregnant with his child. My throat burned, and it wasn’t just from the alcohol.“You’re such an idiot,” I muttered to myself, tears slipping down my cheeks. “How could you trust him? How could you think you mattered?”I tipp
Emma’s Point of ViewThe laughter bubbled up from deep within me, light and carefree as I watched the protagonist on-screen tumble into another hilarious predicament. Curled up on the couch, popcorn in hand, I savored this rare day off. The house was silent, save for the occasional rustling of leaves outside, and I relished the peace. Sara, our cook, had her day off too, leaving me alone to unwind.But peace, as I should’ve expected, was fleeting.The doorbell rang.I frowned, glancing at the clock. Adrian wouldn’t be back until the next two hours, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. The bell chimed again, this time more impatiently. Annoyed, I paused the movie and stood up, muttering under my breath."Hold your horses, I’m coming!" I called, making my way to the door.I opened it to a smiling face I never wanted to see again... Celia.Her smile widened, her eyes alight with mischief, and in that moment, I knew this wasn’t a casual visit. My own smile vanished.“What are you doing here?” I
Adrian’s Point Of ViewThe hum of my office was familiar, a dull background noise to the weight of my thoughts. I was staring at the polished surface of my desk, trying to focus on the spreadsheets in front of me, but Emma’s laugh kept replaying in my mind. It was both a comfort and a distraction, a reminder of the good things in my life that I couldn’t afford to lose.“Sir?”Gabrielle’s voice pulled me from my reverie. My assistant stood in the doorway, holding her ever-present notepad. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for acknowledgment.“Come in,” I said, sitting up straighter and attempting to shove my wandering thoughts aside.She approached with her usual efficiency, placing the notepad in front of me. “Here’s your schedule for today,” she said, rattling off meetings, calls, and presentations. I nodded along, though half my mind was still elsewhere.When she finished, I leaned back in my chair. “How’s your son, Gabrielle?”Her face softened at the mention of him indicating
Adrian's Point Of View Waking up felt like climbing out of a foggy abyss. My head pounded like a drum, the aftermath of too much whiskey and too many regrets. The morning light was merciless, seeping through the heavy curtains and stabbing at my eyes. But none of that mattered. As soon as my mind stirred awake, her words slammed into me like a freight train."Adrian, I’m leaving first thing tomorrow morning."The memory hit me so hard, I bolted upright. Panic clawed at my chest. She couldn’t leave. Not after everything. Not after she promised me forever. I swung my legs off the bed, ready to race to her room and beg her to stay if I had to, again.But then, I froze.There, curled up on the other side of the bed, was Emma.My breath hitched, and my heart thudded in my chest as relief coursed through me. She was still here. Her dark hair spilled over the pillow in soft waves, her lashes fluttering lightly against her cheeks. My chest tightened at the sight of her, peaceful and warm, li
Emma's Point of View The silence in my room felt heavier than the air, pressing against my chest like an unbearable weight. Staring at the ceiling, Evelyn’s words kept echoing in my mind, each one sharper than the last. "You Are not worthy of the Steele name" I clenched my fists, the sting of her disdain impossible to ignore. I knew I wasn’t Evelyn’s ideal choice for Adrian, Celia was but why did she have to despise me with such venom? Shouldn’t she care more about her son’s happiness than maintaining her illusions of perfection? The untouched breakfast and lunch trays sat on the side table, a testament to how I’d shut myself away all day. Adrian had knocked on the door earlier, but I pretended to be asleep. I loved him, but I couldn’t bear to face him, not after last night. I was tired of the constant rivalry with Celia and the suffocating humiliation Evelyn never hesitated to heap on me. Part of me wanted to run, to escape this toxic environment. Yet another part, one I didn’t
Emma's Point Of View The doctor’s words kept echoing in my head non stop like a haunting melody I couldn’t shut out. “If treatment doesn’t commence in a few days time, your brothers condition might get worse of perhaps he might lose his life.” The phrase played on repeat, each word cutting deeper than the last. I stared blankly at my laptop screen, the spreadsheets and deadlines a blur. My chest tightened as I grabbed my phone to check my bank account for what felt like the hundredth time today. My savings were laughable, a cruel joke in the face of the mounting medical bills. I had a good paying job but the bills that followed the pay was way more than I can handle, every cent I had managed to save wasn’t enough to scrape the surface of what they needed to save Brandon. The helplessness clawed at me, my throat dry, my hands trembling. I didn’t even hear the elevator chime at first. The sharp ding only registered when the doors slid open, snapping me back to reality. My eyes d...
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