As Victor, Marco's most trusted pal, brought the car, Emilia's heart sank. She knew that she was trapped, and there was no way she could escape. The car screeched to a halt, and Marco's eyes gleamed with triumph."Time to go," he spat, his voice venomous. Emilia knew that she was running out of time. She started crying, throwing tantrums, and yelling, desperate to escape.But Marco was too strong. He picked her up, carrying her kicking and screaming into the car. Victor watched, his face impassive, as Marco tossed Emilia into the car."Let's go," Marco spat, his voice venomous. The car sped away, leaving Emilia's hopes of escape behind. She was trapped, and she knew it.As the car drove through the streets, Emilia's tears slowed, replaced by a cold, hard determination. She would escape, no matter what it took.But for now, she was trapped. Marco had her right where he wanted her. Emilia's eyes scanned the car, looking for any opportunity to escape.She saw the doors, the windows, and
Marco's eyes narrowed as he gazed out the window of his private jet. Emilia was finally within his grasp, and he couldn't wait to show her the new him.He thought back to the first time he saw her, the way his heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. He had been searching for her for so long, and finally, she was his.But Emilia didn't feel the same way. She didn't even notice him, didn't even care that he existed. It was a blow to Marco's ego, but he refused to give up.Now, as he looked at Emilia, sitting across from him on the plane, he felt a surge of anger. She still didn't care, still didn't feel anything for him.But that was about to change.Marco's eyes hardened as he made a promise to himself. He would show Emilia the real him, the aggressive, possessive, protective side that he had been hiding.He would show her that he was not a man to be trifled with, that he would stop at nothing to keep her by his side.The thought sent a surge of excitement through Marco's veins, and he
My eyes observed a jaccuzi sized hot tub attached to the wall and a showernot to far from it as the sweet scent of lavender hit my nostrils.The toilet was also good looking and a sink was built to the wall opposite the bathtub with a silver mirror above it. A small cupboard was situated next to the mirror and I opened it. It just had a toothbrush and a toothpaste.I felt so weirded out. He literally knew before hand that I would follow him and come here and planned my arrival.If this wasn't creepy then I don't know what is.I walked out of the bathroom feelinglike a glorified prisoner, captured."I hope you love your room?"The maid asked nervously as she still stood fixed on the spot.I nodded my head at her and she gave me a soft smile."Freshen up Miss. Dinner will be ready soon"she added before giving me a courtesy bow and scurrying out of the room, closing the door behind herI sighed and slumped by the wooden edges of the bed, my hands running through my dirty blonde hair."
I thrashed about, wailed and pleaded, trying to free my hands from his iron grip but it was a futile attempt. Instead his grip became more tighter, it felt like he could pierce through my skin. His grip was searing hot."Marco please"I pleaded, my voice hoarse and resounding within the walls of the mansion. He kept on dragging me to God knows where, my skin getting black-and-blue marks.Suddenly I heard an elderly shrill pierce through, drowning my own pleas.Grey hairs tied to a bun came rushing towards us. An elderly brown eyes held Marco's 's gaze softly.Who was she?This woman made Marco stop in his tracks."Child"she began hesistantly."Why are you doing this to the poorgirl?” stay away from this"He scoffed back almost as if he was trying to control his tone towards the elderly lady.She gave him a mild smile and caressed his cheeks. "Leave the poor girl please" she is a brat"he grimaced, his bloodshot gaze locking with my terrified eyes, scaring the wits out of me.The wom
It took a while for her vision to adjust as she squinted her gaze before fully opening her eyes.Her eyes scrutinised the entire room she was in and she realised it was her room.The brilliant rays of the sunlight shone through the curtains of the room, feeling the room with warmth and light.How long had she been sleeping?Her eyes darted to her body. She was on clothes. Who wore her back herclothes? Was it the beast in a human form?Could it be Marco ? And who carried her to her room?Her head ached and she placed a hand on It, caressing her temples."Marco, brought you in to your room last night dear. How are you my child?" amaya's soft voice soothed her as if reading her thoughts."Oh" was what Emilia could only say. Her body ached with each move she took to adjust herself on the bed, especially her back. It suffered the most from marco's beating."Freshen up ok. I prepared a hot bath for you in the bathtub. Check the wardrobe and pick any dress of your choice" amaya softly said
After that breakfast I had with marco, I hadn't set my eyes again on him for up to a week. It seemed like he just vanished into thin air.I had gone upstairs after having breakfast with him and sat by myself in the my bedroom-- or should I call it a prison cage. I didn't come out again until evening. I was truly growing accustomed to just enjoying my own company.I felt free whenever I was with myself, away from the clutches of marco and his callous attitude.The broad grin on my face when amaya had told me marco had to catch a flight to Australia wasso wide that it could have torn my lips apart.I felt so happy. I felt so free. The beast was no more around me. Even if it was just for a short period of time, I still felt extremely happy and I had this sudden freedom to do whatever I want.I actually thought of running away but I realised the brute actually increased the security measures inside and outside the doors of his mansion.He didn't want me to escape but at the same time he
I walked over to it, doe-eyed and jaws ajar.Did he really buy me all these gifts?There were various things ranging from designer dresses to shoes to necklaces and perfumes. Expensive handbags and different makeup sets were all littered around.I'm sure he picked all these from his travel around Australia.This man was so mysterious. He beats me up, forces me to eat with him, treats me like a property and then buys gifts for me.What exactly was in marco's mind at times? What was he thinking? That was truly something I would never find out.My eyes and hands rummaged through the expensive piles of gift. I didn't know if I should feel happy or scared by his sudden display of kindness towards me."You like them right?"rina, one of the maids I had become friends with cheekily asked me.I could only nod my head. The gifts were very beautiful and expensive and I honestly didn't know if I should be happy about them or not.I already had enough clothes and he added more and also spiced it
I wasn't even given a second to register what marco said when I suddenly felt something warm pressed against my neck.Oh shit!That was marco's lips.I instinctively tried taking his hands of my waist but he tightened his hold making me whimper.He trailed wet kissess around my neck, sucking and stroking on it with his tongue.I felt my toes curl up and a strange heat began trailing up my legs, threatening to take control ofmy entire body.He trailed his kisses to my earlobe, softly biting and nibbling on it.I subconsciously let out a soft, low moan which I presumed got him more aroused as his hold on my waist tightened."So fucking soft"he groaned against my ear before sweeping my neck with his tongue once more.I tried so hard to stifle my moan and shut my eyes tight as my breathing became heavy."marc..please....stop"I moaned airily."Your body wants it"came his husky reply. He planted kisses down to my throat, sucking on it causing me to moan out. He was right. My body was respon
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