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
As I watched Emilia sleep gently, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination. She had been asleep for more than thirty minutes now, and I had been watching her the entire time.A strand of her blonde hair dangled across her face, and her full, plump lips were parted. I tucked it in gently behind her ear, making sure not to wake her up. It took every self-restraining cell in me not to suck on her lips. They looked so tempting.Staring at her got me wondering how she tasted. Sweet, of course. I was a creep, I know. Lines of laughter had completely been erased from her face. She was just a gentle soul that was fast asleep right now--not having any single worry in the world.The only movement in her body was the slow rise and fall of her engorged breasts. She looked so enthralling. I had been watching Emilia ever since I brought her in to stay with me.From the very moment I set my eyes on her at the strip club, her innocence enthralled me. From the way she danced and her body langua
As I watched Emilia laugh and smile, I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy. She was beautiful, inside and out, and I was grateful to have her by my side.Jealousy had once gripped me, when I saw her kiss Marco. I had felt a surge of anger and possessiveness, and I had wanted to kill Marco for touching her. But now, I realized that my reaction had been uncalled for. Emilia was her own person, and she had the right to make her own choices.As I looked at her now, I felt a sense of pride and ownership. I had built walls around myself over the years, walls that had kept me from feeling emotions. But Emilia had torn down those walls, and I had fallen deeply in love with her.I remembered the day she had fallen ill, and how scared I had been. I had been horrified, and I had felt like my world was crashing down around me. But as I took care of her, and nursed her back to health, I had realized that I couldn't deny my feelings for her any longer.Now, as we walked through the streets of Ita
"What! You did all that just to get a day off from school!?" I asked in high pitch, my brows pulled up in total astonishment at Marco's tale. He chortled and gave me a sly smirk. "Of course." "C'mon don't act surprised. You know me and you know my character" he added sharply.I blinked several times, almost laughing. Marco was a whole box of weird. "You burnt your school books and began smoking in class so as to get suspended! That's insane"I screeched.Marco laughed it off. "I'm insane, baby girl. I know""Now tell me" he requested, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. "Did you engage in any sort of mischief while you were in high school?"I shook my head, pouting my lips a little. My eyes locked with his, and I almost giggled at his quirky look. "I was an obedient student. Teachers' pet, you might even say" I chirped."Unlike some people I know that almost made their teachers run mad"I taunted Marco. He ruffled up my hair, which made me jerk in my seat."Marco, now my hair is s
"Let us go to my favorite cafe, shall we?" Marco charmingly asked. I nodded. I began taking random pictures of people and the environment as we walked. A wide smile was on my lips. Marco took me by hand once again. I noticed a cafe in sight. Panella. What a beautiful name, to be honest. It had a window display of intricate dough sculptures shaped like the Colosseum and other Rome icons. The outside sitting area had patio chairs and tables. It was draped in colorful shade-giving flowers, giving off a beautiful setting to take coffee.I sat down on one of the chairs, Marco standing. "What shall I get you?" he asked politely. Wow....this sudden change in him was not only beautiful but suspicious. "I don't know, though, surprise me," I replied. "I will, trust me," he replied mischievously with a wink before heading inside the cafe.Although I wasn't hungry, I didn't mind tasting another dish. I was basking in the warmth of the sun while taking in the architectural beauty of Rome. Everythin
Something I can never have. You brought me to my weakest state of despair the moment you fell ill. Emilia I was scared as hell. I couldn't think properly. My heart was at it's deepest abyss of my worst fears. I didn't want to loose you. From that day I realised you meant more to me. I had been ignoring and fighting it but it only took your illness to break down the cold walls I had built over the years. I realised I didn't want you to hate me Emilia. I realised I needed you with me and every second of my life.You are special to me" Marco spoke so eloquently of me."Shy girl, did I say something wrong?" He asked, brushing away the tears from my face.I shook my head, "No..no you didn't"I sobbed even more.He came closer to me and encircled his hand around my waist.My eyes widened at once."Emilia you are the light in my darkened world. I am a horrible person. I am nothing like you"he said to me without batting an eyelid."No don't say that Emilia "I softly reassured him.He gave
I'm beyond thrilled to share my debut novel with you! As a newcomer to the world of fiction, I'm excited to finally share my story with readers like you.As I continue to grow and learn as a writer, I'd love your help. If you notice any errors or inconsistencies throughout the novel, please don't hesitate to reach out. Your feedback is invaluable, and I'm grateful for your support in helping me improve.I hope you enjoy this novel and will join me on this literary journey. I'm eager to share many more stories with you in the future.Thank you for reading, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts!Best regards,Ella PrestonMarco's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a depth of emotion I'd never seen before. "Something I can never have," he whispered, his voice trembling. "You brought me to my weakest state of despair the moment you fell ill, Emilia . I was scared as hell. I couldn't think properly. My heart was at its deepest abyss of my worst fears. I didn't want to lose you."Mar
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