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
As Emily lay in Marco's arms, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw the sincerity and love there, and it triggered a flood of emotions within her.Tears began to stream down her face as she thought about her family. She thought about how they had sold her, how they had never cared about her. She thought about how they had neglected her since she was a child."Why didn't they love me?" Emily sobbed, her body shaking with grief. "Why didn't they care about me?"Marco held her close, stroking her hair and whispering words of comfort in her ear. "You are loved, Emily," he said. "You are loved by me, and I will always care about you."As Emily cried, she felt a weight lifting off her shoulders. She realized that she didn't need her family's love and approval to be worthy. She was worthy because Marco loved her, and because she loved herself.When her tears finally subsided, Emily looked up at Marco with a determined glint in her eye. "I want to v
As Emilia thought about visiting her family, she felt a mix of emotions. She was nervous about facing them, but at the same time, she was determined to show them that she had moved on with her life.She remembered the countless times they had rejected her, the times they had made her feel like she was worthless. But she also remembered the times she had tried to please them, the times she had attempted to earn their love and approval.Emilia realized that she had been living her life trying to please others, trying to earn their love and approval. But now, she was determined to live her life on her own terms, to make herself happy.Marco sensed her unease and held her closer. "We'll face them together," he whispered. "We'll show them that you're worthy of love and respect."Emilia smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Marco. She knew that she could always count on him to be there for her, to support her and love her unconditionally.As they sat there, Emilia began to think abou
What transpired in the elevator earlier played in my mind.I felt like a bride.What the hell!A knock on the door came in.I knew who it was."It's opened. Come in"I responded loud enough for marco to hear me.The door slowly pushed upon and a shirtless marco stepped inside.I sat up to face him and my jaws dropped. He was only on a joggers.My eyes literally fed on his shirtless torso.From his perfectly chiselled chest to his sculpted arbs, taunt muscles...damn.It looked so alluring.I noticed a perfect little trail of hair from his novel to his....area.. I gulped and my eyes walked back up to lock with his. Shit. He had realised I was staring at him.A conceited smirk was on his face."Ummm...whatsup?"I asked nervously. When did i start feeling this nervous?"You like what you see?" He replied sensually with a raised brow and walking towards my bed."Don't fancy yourself" I replied trying to cover up my lustful stares."From the way you were staring at me, seems like you want me
Voice accompanied by the soft clicking of her heels.Oh shit.The air hostess again.The last time I was here with Marco, she totally ignored me like I didn't exist.I watched her approached us. I could see the distasteful look she had for me in her eyes but switched to a friendly smile once she turned her face to marco."Thank you. Anything you want?"marco abruptly asked causing her to flinch."W-well, would-would you like anything to drink?"She asked in a stutter trying to maintain her sultry looks on marco.Marco looked at me and I gave a shake of my head, a conceited smile on my face."My Bella doesn't need anything. When we want something then we will call you marco dismissed her with a wave of his hands.She huffed at me and her lips pulled to a scowl before she matched away, obviously exasperated at both I and marco.Once she was gone, I couldn't contain the bubbles of laughter within me."Why are you laughing?"marco asked."You know she likes you"I told him, my chin jutting t
My hands fisted into his dark raven locks, gripping on to it. Marco's hands walked their way to my engorged breasts, softly moulding and kneading it through my off shoulder top.Oh Lord. This man.Never have I loved a man's touch so much.His lips left my neck and sensually trailed to my chest, planting kisses on the bare parts of my breasts that were already exposed.He sucked on them, his one hand pulling my off shoulder more downwards.He probably cared less if it slacked.Marco completely littered my neck, throat and chest with his burning lips.His lips then moved upwards again, locking with my lips.I wrapped my legs around his waist and parted my lips, giving him the full access to taste me.Marco kissed me so lustfully and hungrily, hands groping and fondling on to my breasts.I shuddered underneath him, releasing my soft cries of pleasure into the kiss."God you taste so sweet"Marco whispered against my lips.He slowly pulled back, making a cry of protest leave my lips at the
As they drove down the highway, Emilia's anxiety grew. She had been dreading this moment for weeks, and now that it was finally here, she felt like she was going to throw up.Marco, sensing her unease, reached out and put a hand on her knee. "Hey, it's okay," he said softly. "I'm here with you. We'll face this together."Emilia looked over at him, feeling a surge of gratitude. She was lucky to have Marco by her side. He was always so calm and collected, and he had a way of making her feel better when she was stressed.But despite Marco's reassurances, Emilia couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. She had always felt like she wasn't good enough for her parents, like she was somehow flawed. And now, as they drove towards their house, she felt like she was going to be judged all over again.As they approached the outskirts of Miami, Emilia's anxiety grew. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her palms were sweating. Marco, sensing her distress, reached out and put his a
The next night, Marco instructed his driver to bring out all the gifts he had purchased for Emilia's parents. The driver nodded and disappeared into the night, returning with a slew of luxurious boxes and bags.Marco smiled to himself as he watched the driver arrange the gifts on the lawn. He had spared no expense in selecting the perfect presents for Emilia's parents, and he couldn't wait to see their reactions.As the driver finished arranging the gifts, Marco nodded to him. "That's perfect," he said. "Now, go drop them off."The driver nodded and drove off into the night, leaving Marco to wait anxiously for Emilia's family to discover the gifts.A few minutes later, Emilia's father and sister emerged from the house, running down the stairs in shock. They were followed by Emilia's mother, who looked like she had seen a ghost.As they approached the lawn, their eyes widened in shock as they took in the sight of the luxurious gifts spread out before them. But it was nothing compared t
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