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
"She will. I'll make sure of that" Marco replied, giving me cursory glances. I watched the doctors go. I felt happy knowing that I was recovering and it seemed Marco played a very big role in making sure of that. Could he be really sincere when he told me he cared about me?Marco picked me up once more. Guess I had to get used to this. He walked out the door with me in his arms, leaving me confused. Where were we going?"Marco, where are we going?" I asked."You will see" came his abrupt reply as we approached one of the numerous parked cars littered around his mansion.Emilia watched the waves bang across the rocks, causing a vociferous thud. The salty air slapped across her cheeks, and the wind whipped her hair in various directions. She tucked her hair by the side of her ear and focused on the enthralling beauty of the beach. Everything felt so serene and surreal to her. Marco had literally brought her to the beach. She couldn't remember the last time she came to the beach. She har
I yawned lazily, pinching my eyes shut and flying it back open once I had been aroused from my deep slumber. My eyes peaked at the open windows that had curtains swaying over them in the rhythm of the cool early morning wind. I stood on my wobbly feet and took tottering steps to one of the windows. The cold wind was ever so soothing on my skin, tenderly caressing it. I strained my neck and noticed the pond some metres away. Wow I never did know I could see the pond from my windows. The sun and the moon were clearly visible in the early morning sky. I watched the palm trees sway to the gentle breeze of the warm sun. The entire landscape was basking in the warm glow of the sun.I exhaled slowly and my minds brought back flashes of I and Marco's walk in the beach. Strangely, it was nice. It was not how I had totally thought it would turn out. Marco's attitude was evolving these days. He was more calm and less angrier. He never snapped back at me. He always looked after my needs and made
I cringed knowing I was observing Marco's facial features. "Emilia, how are you and how was your night?" He asked rather too friendly."I am fine and my night was ok. What about yours? Marco, are you making breakfast?" I asked trying to decipher what he was doing.Marco nodded and snatched the bowl of whisked eggs from the kitchen counter in a fluid motion before showing it to me. "I'm preparing frittata. It's an Italian dish similar to omelette" Marco replied bringing the bowl in full view to my curious eyes."Why are you preparing breakfast?" I asked once more.He gave a shrug of his shoulders. "In as much as I don't like it, I don't want you to fall sick because you hate me. So I want to make you feel as comfortable as ever"I felt speechless at his utterance. I had always told him I hated him but him saying it made me feel--I don't know... probably weird.Marco laughed it off and his eyes scanned me from up to down. "You look beautiful as usual. Your outfit is perfect for where I'
The City of LoveAs we stepped off the plane, the cool Parisian air enveloped me, carrying the scent of freshly baked croissants and coffee. I felt a thrill of excitement as Marco took my hand, leading me through the airport.We emerged into the bright sunlight, and I gasped in wonder. The Eiffel Tower loomed above us, its iron latticework gleaming in the sunlight.Marco smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Welcome to Paris, Emilia," he said, his voice low and husky.I felt a shiver run down my spine as he led me to a waiting limousine. We slid inside, and Marco poured me a glass of champagne."To Paris," he said, clinking his glass against mine.I took a sip, feeling the bubbles dance on my tongue. As we drove through the city, I marveled at the stunning architecture, the charming cafes, and the beautiful parks.Marco pointed out landmarks and told me stories about the city's history. I listened, entranced, feeling like I was seeing the city through his eyes.As the sun began
As they sat there in silence, Emilia couldn't help but wonder what Marco's true intentions were. And what was the story behind him and Sophia?Sophia returned with the champagne, and Marco poured Emilia a glass. "To new beginnings," he said, his eyes locked onto hers.Emilia felt a flutter in her chest as she took a sip of the champagne. It was cold and bubbly, and it made her feel a little lightheaded.As they drank their champagne, Marco told Emilia more about his business. He was a successful entrepreneur, with investments all over the world.Emilia listened, fascinated, as Marco spoke about his companies. He was passionate and driven, and it was clear that he loved what he did.As they finished their champagne, Marco stood up. "Let's go for a walk," he said, offering Emilia his arm.Emilia took it, feeling a little shy. As they walked through the plane, she couldn't help but notice the luxurious decorations. There were plush carpets and expensive-looking artwork on the walls.Marc
Emilia's eyes widened as she stepped into the private jet. It looked like a living room--a huge, expensive living room. Golden lights illuminated it, coupled with the fact that it had huge spaces in between the seats. The walls were colored coffee brown with in-depth white lines forming a pattern. The floor felt so soft underneath her palm slippers. She gazed down at it. It was covered in soft wisteria carpet.Her eyes then trailed to the left part of the jet, which had about eight syrup brown seats, each with a seatbelt. Opposite it was a scarlet red lengthy couch with fluffy pillows to match it. The jet also had a mini bar and a bed covered perfectly with purple sheets. A huge flat-screen TV was placed at the center. At the end of the jet stood a door, which probably led to the toilet and probably a shower--she wouldn't be surprised if Marco's jet had one.Emilia was at a loss for words. Everything felt too surreal. She had never seen anything like it before. Marco smiled, his eyes
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