That question rang in her mind, seeking for answers.Guilty was an understatement of how she was feeling.She felt like an ominous cloud of badluck, misfortune and uncertainties over anybody that happened to drop into her life.Dan's awful and agonising screams and pleadings still rang in her ears like an unending music on repeat. The disturbing and gory sight of his blood forming a pool that was encircling his dying body still flashed through her mind like she was watching a movie. It sent cold shivers down her spine that got her suddenly shivering.The way she screamed and begged marco ;vigorously begging the brute to spare innocent chase's life with her nails clawing at his carouse hands, played constantly in her thoughts.Emilia could feel her eyes getting choked up withtears and a gag hauling up her throat.She was so deep in thought that she didn't realise she had reached the stairs before she suddenly started falling.Emilia let out a shriek as she felt herself descending but
Marco poured water from the nearby jug on the bedside wardrobe into a cup and fed it to her.Emilia drank it hungrily, allowing the cool water wet her desert lungs."What are you both looking at? Get out or come check her!" marco baritone voice spat acrimoniously at the doctors.They quickly scurried to Emilia , checking her pulse and administering drugs into her drip and intravenous injections."Why are my in so much pain?"Emilia asked in a whisper, her eyes being choked up with tears.Marco gently took one of her frail hands and tenderly caressed it. "You slept in the shower. You have a serious cold""You caused... it"emilia replied with hesistance.Marco ignored her reply and shot glares at the doctors."Are you both done?"he rudely asked."Yes. We've already given you the list for her drugs.We will come check on her again"One of them nervously replied.Marco nodded and tore his gaze from the terrified doctors and back to an ailing Emilia.They scampered away leaving only Emilia an
I felt my blood boiling with fury as I reminisced about everything marco had put me through up until now.He bought me like a commodity, whipped my body because I wouldn't eat with him, barred me from leaving the mansion and almost killed chase because he felt entitled to possess me as his woman.Shivers ran down my spine as I recalled the day he whipped me like a slave. I suddenly found myself shivering and I shook my head to discard the gloomy memory.If marco thinks he can suddenly turn up as the good guy in my life because he called in doctors to take care of me then he is definitely wrong.I hate him so much.I found my eyes being choked up with tears and quickly wiped it away with the back palms.I won't cry...especially not for that beast of a man.An unexpected knock on the door snapped me out of my reverie."C-come in" my pale voice croaked.The door was pushed open slowly and the elderly figure of amaya stepped inside.I sucked in breath immediately and I felt my breathing cl
My hands flailed around on the bed, wandering aimlessly as I slowly drew in deep breaths to calm my stormy nerves that were causing wreckage in my mind.After amaya informed me that marco would be the one to serve me breakfast, I had all the hairs in my body standing so rigid.The more I thought of seeing marco again, the more it sent shivers like cold slithers down my spine even though I was having a hot shower.It gave me frightening goosebumps and I had to remind myself to breathe every now and then.I stared at the white intricate design ceiling of my room with my heart beating so erratic and my palms becoming sweaty.Marco had succeeded in making me always shudder by just the very mention of his name. I had never been so terrified of anyone the way I was of marco.He was heartless and selfish, not caring who he hurt as long as he got his way.I hadn't been here for up to a year yet his attitude towards me was nothing to write home about. I truly wondered how his workers and most i
He leaned in closer to my ear making me shudder and I moved my face backwards a little."I am a lot of things but I am not two faced"he huskily replied, his hot breath fanning my ear and lingering on my neck.I gasped. "You are definitely a lot of things. You are selfish, ruthless, wicked, rude, overbearing and dominating, always wanting things to go your own way. I hate you I swear. After taking everything away from me you want to start acting all concerned towards me? Drop the act marco !"I persisted further, daring to raise my voice and taunting him. Marco looked unfazed at my utterances. I stared at him, anger dancing in my eyes and my chest heaving continuously.I suddenly hissed in pain and held on to the back of my head as I felt a sudden pang of pain throb."Emilia "marco called out some what hyper, stretching out his hand to grasp hold of my chin.I instinctively moved my chin away and shot him a hard glare."Fuck it" I heard marco cursing under his breath.Before I could e
That tiny ray of hope in a bleak situation can prove to be very fortunate. Watching your world crumble before your very eyes and sacrificing everything including your freedom to see your loved ones happy is probably one of the most painful decisions you can make.Hope they say is a fire in our hearts.It's an anchor that holds us firm. It's a light that shines like the sun if you keep it alive in your heart with the firm belief of a better future ahead.I feel my hope of leaving this mansion renewed and rejuvenate following the talk I had with Marco yesterday night and also seeing his now calmer and tranquil side.He was able to tell me a tip of the iceberg concerning his childhood which probably meant he was beginning to feel open with me.Maya did tell me that marco was a very secretive person. One could hardly guess whatwas going on in that malicious mind of his and he hardly talked about his childhood and parent but yesterday he gave me a glimpse of it.That was progress. If he co
Mackle's eyes narrowed as he watched Sophia pace back and forth in front of him. They had been planning for hours, trying to come up with a way to rescue Emilia from Marco's clutches."I don't like it," Sophia said, her voice firm. "We can't just sit back and do nothing."Mackle nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that Sophia was right - they had to act fast if they were going to save Emilia."I agree," Mackle said, his voice low. "But we need to be smart about it. We can't just rush in without a plan."Sophia stopped pacing and turned to face him. "I know that," she said, her eyes flashing with frustration. "But we can't just sit back and do nothing either."Mackle stood up and walked over to Sophia. "I know," he said, his voice soft. "And we won't. We'll come up with a plan, and we'll rescue Emilia. I promise."Sophia's eyes met his, and Mackle saw the determination there. He knew that she was ready to do whatever it took to save Emilia."Let's get to work," Sophia sa
Marco povAs I walked out of the bedroom, I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that had been nagging me for weeks. I thought about all the times I had hurt Emilia, all the times I had lost control and lashed out at her.I thought about the first time I met her, the way she had sparkled and shone like a diamond in the rough. I had been drawn to her immediately, but my feelings for her had quickly turned to obsession.I thought about all the times I had hurt her, all the times I had made her cry. I thought about the way I had manipulated her, the way I had controlled her every move.And I regretted it. I regretted every moment of it.I had done it because I was frustrated, because I felt like I had no other choice. I had done it because I was scared of losing her, because I was scared of being alone.But now, as I looked back on all that I had done, I realized that I had been wrong. I had been so wrong.I thought about Emilia, about the way she had looked at me earlier, about the w
Ten years had passed since the arrival of Emroselyn and Ilarco, and their family was gathering to celebrate this milestone birthday. The twins were growing up to be bright and curious kids, but they were also known to be a handful.Emroselyn, in particular, was a tiny ball of energy and sass. She had a mop of curly hair and a smile that could charm the birds from the trees. But she was also a bit of a spoiled brat, thanks to her uncle Mackle's indulgence. He had a soft spot for his niece and nephew, and he loved to shower them with gifts and treats.Ilarco, on the other hand, was a bit more laid-back. He had a calm and gentle nature, and he loved to spend his time reading and exploring the outdoors.As the family gathered to celebrate the twins' birthday, the atmosphere was electric. There were balloons and streamers, cake and presents, and a big banner that read "Happy 10th Birthday Emroselyn and Ilarco!"Marco, the twins' father, was beaming with pride. He was a bit of a helicopter
7 months after their wedding:Seven months had passed since Marco and Emilia's magical wedding day. They had spent their first few months of marriage enjoying each other's company, traveling, and building a life together.But now, they were about to embark on a new adventure - parenthood. Emilia was pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl, and they were due to arrive any day.Marco was over the moon with excitement. He had always dreamed of being a father, and now he was going to have two babies to love and care for.Emilia was a bit more nervous, but she was also thrilled at the prospect of meeting their babies. She had been preparing for this moment for months, reading up on parenting books and attending childbirth classes.Finally, the day arrived. Emilia's water broke, and they rushed to the hospital. Marco was by her side the whole time, coaching her through the contractions and holding her hand.After a few hours of labor, the doctor announced that it was time to push. Emilia took
Marco and Emilia's story, 3 months after the proposal:Three months had passed since Marco's surprise proposal, and the day of their wedding had finally arrived. Emilia looked stunning in her white wedding dress, her hair styled perfectly and her makeup flawless. Marco, dressed in a tailored tuxedo, couldn't take his eyes off her as she walked down the aisle.The ceremony was held at a beautiful outdoor venue, surrounded by lush greenery and a serene lake. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the entire scene.As Emilia reached the altar, Marco took her hand and smiled at her. The officiant began the ceremony, and Marco and Emilia exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives.Their families and friends were in attendance, beaming with joy and happiness. Emilia's parents were overjoyed to see their daughter marry the love of her life, and Marco's family was thrilled to welcome Emilia into their family.As the ceremony came to a
Marco had been planning the perfect proposal for what felt like an eternity. He had been waiting for the right moment to ask Emilia to be his wife, and he was determined to make it a day she would never forget.He started by making a list of all the things Emilia loved. He knew she was a romantic at heart, so he wanted to plan a proposal that would sweep her off her feet. He wrote down her favorite flowers (sunflowers), her favorite food (Italian), and her favorite music (classical).Next, Marco started making arrangements. He booked a reservation at Emilia's favorite restaurant, a quaint little Italian place in the heart of the city. He ordered a custom-made bouquet of sunflowers to be delivered to the restaurant. And he hired a string quartet to play Emilia's favorite classical music during the proposal.But Marco didn't stop there. He also planned a special surprise for Emilia, something that would make the proposal even more unforgettable. He rented a luxurious limousine to take E
Emilia's POV:I looked at Marco, searching his eyes for sincerity. And what I saw there gave me hope. Maybe, just maybe, he was truly sorry for what he had done.I took a deep breath, trying to decide what to do next. But as I looked at Marco, I saw the genuine remorse in his eyes, and my heart began to soften."Marco," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.He looked up at me, his eyes filled with hope."I forgive you," I said, my voice a little stronger now.Marco's face lit up with relief, and he reached out to take my hands in his."Thank you, Emilia," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I promise to never doubt you again. I promise to always trust you and support you."I smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over me."I love you, Marco," I said.Marco's eyes filled with tears, and he pulled me into a tight hug."I love you too, Emilia," he said. "I'm so sorry again for what I did. I promise to make it up to you."As we hugged, I felt a sense of closure and new beginnings
Marco's POV:I followed Emilia to her room, determined to make things right between us. As she opened the door and stepped inside, I caught the door before it closed and slipped inside behind her."Emilia, please," I begged, falling to my knees beside her bed. "Forgive me. I was wrong not to trust you. I was blind and stupid, and I hurt you because of it."Emilia turned her back on me, her shoulders stiff with anger. But I didn't give up. I crawled across the floor, begging her for forgiveness, telling her how much I loved her and how sorry I was for hurting her.As I begged, I remembered Amaya's words. "Buy her favorite things," she had said. So I quickly got up and ran to the kitchen, where Amaya was waiting with a list of Emilia's favorite treats."Here, Marco," Amaya said, handing me a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers. "These are Emilia's favorites. Give them to her, and maybe she'll forgive you."I took the gifts and ran back to Emilia's room, where I found her still si
Marco's voice rose as he spoke, his anger and hurt finally boiling over. "Do you think I didn't know what you did, Sophia? Do you think I didn't know you paid that man to pretend to be with Emilia?"Sophia's eyes darted back and forth, her face pale with fear. "Marco, please..." she began.But Marco wasn't having it. "No, Sophia. You're going to pay for what you did. You're going to pay for hurting Emilia and trying to ruin our relationship."The police officers moved forward, handcuffs at the ready. "Sophia, Rina, and... um, sir," one of the officers said, nodding at the man who had been pretending to be with me. "You're all under arrest."As the police led Sophia, Rina, and the man away, Marco turned to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, Emilia," he whispered. "I should have trusted you from the beginning."I hugged him back, feeling a sense of relief and closure. "It's okay, Marco," I said. "I know you were hurt. But I'm just glad the truth is out now."Marco pulled
Emilia's POV:I tried to stand up from the dining table, but my legs felt like jelly. The room began to spin, and I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me.I tried to reach out for something to hold onto, but it was too late. Everything went black, and I felt myself slumping to the floor.As I lay there, I was vaguely aware of Marco and Sophia walking by, but they didn't even glance in my direction. It was as if I was invisible.But then I heard Amaya's voice, panicked and worried. "Emilia! Oh my god, Emilia!"I felt Amaya's arms around me, lifting me up and carrying me to my bedroom. She laid me down on the bed and began to fan me with a magazine."Emilia, can you hear me?" Amaya asked, her voice shaking with worry.I tried to respond, but my voice was barely a whisper. Amaya quickly grabbed her phone and dialed a number."Hello, doctor? It's Amaia. Emilia has fainted, and I need your help."I drifted in and out of consciousness, hearing Amaya's worried voice and the sound of the doc
Sophia's POV:I helped Marco into bed, making sure he was comfortable before I left him to sleep. As I walked out of the bedroom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Emilia had tried to ruin everything, but I had managed to fix it.I walked downstairs, my heels clicking on the marble floor. I found Emilia in the living room, sitting on the couch, looking worried.I walked over to her, my eyes narrowing. "You think you can just waltz in here and steal Marco away from me?" I sneered. "You think you can just break us apart?"Emilia looked up at me, fear in her eyes. "Sophia, I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered.I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Don't play dumb with me, Emilia," I spat. "I know all about your little plan. And I'm here to tell you that it's not going to work."Emilia looked at me, confusion in her eyes. "What plan?" she asked.I smiled, a cruel smile. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," I said. "And I'm here to tell you that Marco