Ron's gaze lingered on Emma, a fact that everyone in the room noticed.Seeing this, Philip quickly steered the conversation toward Emma. "Emma's violin playing is superb. She must've been practicing for years," he said.Regina replied with a smile, "Mr. Hagrid Sr., we've always emphasized artistic development in our family. Emma started learning various instruments at the age of three and has since mastered them all."Just recently, she was accepted into a prestigious music academy abroad. However, her father and I would prefer her to attend Valtara University, so she can spend more time with Ron and nurture their relationship."Philip nodded in approval. "The Hagrid family needs a lady of her caliber."Regina beamed. "It's a great honor for Emma to be chosen by you from so many girls."The two families discussed their children as if they were commodities to be bartered, right in front of them.Ron's eyes met Emma's once again.Emma, her pristine face adorned with a flawless sm
She said, "I know." Her voice was gentle and soothing.Ron asked, "Got a guy you're into?"Emma shook her head."No, really?" Ron pressed.Emma suddenly looked up at him, her eyes fierce. "If you don't believe me, go check for yourself."Ron chuckled coldly. "Check? You think I've got nothing better to do? Let me be clear: I don't like you. Whether you're into some guy or not, it's none of my business.""I know.""You know what?""I know you don't like me," she said."Well, at least you're aware of that," Ron remarked.Emma continued, "Even you can't change what our parents have decided. I certainly can't. We're going to end up married, whether we like it or not."Ron burst into laughter. "You're really ready to let others dictate your life? Marry a man you don't love?"Emma did not want this, not one bit.As Ron said, being born into such a family meant they were fated to have little say in their own lives. She knew from a young age that her family would arrange her marri
Ron remained silent, almost forgetting that Emma was not just multi-talented with instruments—she was a master at each. Anyone would kill to have her at their university.But luck was not on her side. Choices? Emma had none. The schools she dreamed of were just that—dreams. Her skills on the piano, though exceptional, were unnoticed. She was just a pawn, a bargaining chip for the Blue family, no different from him in their shared tragic fate.After exchanging words, Ron turned to leave."Ron," Emma's voice cut through, urgent.He glanced at his wristwatch, a reminder of the gaming battle that awaited him. No time for idle chat. "Spit it out.""Everything I told you today, every word, came from the heart. I hope we can coexist peacefully from now on."Emma knew her reality too well. After being sent to Valtara by her family, Emma ceased to be their daughter. From that point on, her fate, in life or death, belonged to the Hagrid family.In the grand scheme of the Hagrid family, Ro
Emma nodded obediently, but she knew that she could not make Ron stay if he decided to leave. After all, she was just someone insignificant to him.Watching Emma's savvy and compliant nature, Jake was quite impressed. "But you know Ron; he's a tough nut to crack. Even his grandfather can't rein him in. You'll have to be patient with him."Emma simply replied, "Yes."Jake added, "Everyone's waiting for you. Let's go have dinner."Emma hummed softly in agreement and dutifully followed Jake inside.The two families were already seated, with two vacant seats next to Philip, clearly reserved for Ron and Emma.With Ron absent, Emma was momentarily unsure of what to do. Fortunately, Philip beckoned her over with a smile. "Kid, come sit over here.""Yes," Emma replied obediently, taking her seat beside Philip. She then heard him ask, "Did that rascal Ron take off?"Emma nodded in confirmation."Ron just turned twenty last month, full of youthful recklessness, acting without thinking a
Emma and Ron had just gotten engaged, despite Ron not really being into her. Yet, Emma's mother was already pushing Emma to have kids with Ron.Emma's heart was ice, but those words hit hard, punching a hole right through her tough exterior. She turned to her mother. "Can I ask you something?"Regina did not miss a beat. "Look, if you've got questions, just call Alyssa. She coached you for a while, remember? She knows your strengths in... certain areas. Even though she didn't rate your skills highly, you've got youth and beauty on your side. A bit of innocence can be pretty appealing to men. And Ron, that young hotshot, he won't know what hit him."Emma wanted to lash out, to ask if she was even Regina's real daughter. What kind of mother treats her own child like a pawn in a game, to be played with by others? But as she listened to her mother's words, a bitter smile crossed her face, and the questions she wanted to ask remained unspoken.Emma knew better than anyone what the Blue
Kerry said, "Rebekah, you can't be so passive! Look at Anthony and his wife. The moment Dad let out a yawn after a meal, they were all over him, fussing like attentive caretakers."It's obvious Dad knows they don't really care about his health, but he still laps up the attention."Rebekah responded calmly, "With them looking after Dad, we can breathe easy. Why not be grateful for that?"Kerry's frustration boiled over. "Gary is gone, and Donald has been shattered by the loss. He's a wreck, cooped up at home, too sick to even think about the family business."And Ron, stubborn as a mule, keeps butting heads with his grandpa, even though he knows his grandpa has got a bone to pick with him. If you keep this laid-back attitude, we'll end up with nothing."At the mention of Gary, Rebekah's face clouded over, but her voice remained soft and steady. "We have a house, a car, and savings. Even if we don't get a dime in inheritance, we won't starve. As long as Ron is healthy and safe, that
The driver maneuvered the car into an upscale neighborhood after a thirty-minute drive, twisting and turning until he pulled up in front of a grand villa. He quickly got out and hurried to open the door for Emma. "Emma, we've arrived."Emma stepped out, retrieving her suitcase and violin from the trunk, and scanned the area. Her eyes finally settled on the bold numbers "111" emblazoned on a lavish doorway. She thought to herself, 'Classic Ron, always the billionaire's kid, even his house number screams luxury.'"Does Ron live here all by himself?" Emma inquired.The driver nodded. "Yes. Ron prefers solitude and doesn't like disturbances. There's no driver here, just Carla Green, the housekeeper, looking after his needs."Emma felt relieved that she and Ron were not the only ones living in the villa. Cohabiting with a fiancé she was not in love with would have been awkward.The driver, Jason Medison, pressed the doorbell. Within moments, a woman in her forties emerged from the hous
As Emma stepped through the door, her gaze landed on a chaotic scene.About half a dozen guys, all around Ron's age, lounged in the living room. They were sprawled across the couches in various states of disarray—some clutching beer bottles, others gripping video game controllers, and a few dragging on cigarettes.The floor was littered with empty bottles and cigarette butts, as if they were in some kind of urban junkyard.Emma's face twisted in disgust.Carla coughed through the noise. The living room was a cacophony of voices and video game sounds, but Carla's coughing barely made a dent.Out of necessity, she raised her voice. "Ron, your mom asked Jason to bring Emma over."It was her shout that finally caught everyone's attention.Heads turned almost in unison, and when they saw Emma standing next to Carla, some were visibly stunned. One of the guys, with a nonchalant whistle, exclaimed, "Damn, she's a knockout!"Emma, with her porcelain complexion and delicate features, st
Emma turned and dashed into the bathroom. She cranked the faucet on and splashed water on her face, aiming to soothe her nerves.Although they were engaged, they were still too young, with countless uncertainties looming over their future. The possibility of actually walking down the aisle was up in the air.Decisions made in a rush of happiness could eventually become sources of regret. And Emma knew all too well that she couldn't afford any regrets.She thought that fortunately, Ron hadn't pushed things further, which gave her time to cool off.After freshening up, Emma stepped out to find Ron on the balcony, a cigarette in hand.She couldn't resist chiding him, "I've told you to cut down on smoking. Why can't you seem to remember?"This time, Ron complied, snuffing out the cigarette. "We should get some sleep. We've got to put our best foot forward when we meet your family tomorrow.""Okay, I'll sleep on the couch. You take the bed," Emma responded.Ron simply replied, "As y
Ron looked at her dawdling pace with disdain. "If you, a lady, can handle it, why can't I, a grown man, stay?"His words sounded noble, but Ron regretted them the moment they arrived at the hotel.Despite now earning a decent income, Emma was still reluctant to spend money.This place was hardly a hotel; it was clearly a budget inn charging only a few dozen bucks a night. The hygiene was questionable at best, and safety seemed like a gamble.Ron turned on his heel, dragging her suitcase behind him. "We're leaving, now.""It's too late, and we can't get a refund for the room.""Are you trying to get us killed?"Emma fell silent, her thoughts a whirlwind of frustration. 'I told him he wouldn't be used to cheap places. He insisted on coming with me, and now he won't even let me stay here alone. Why is he so annoying?'However, considering Ron had rushed over in the middle of the night to help her, Emma decided not to hold it against him.Ron picked the best hotel in the area—the
Rebekah glanced over at Ron; she exchanged a knowing look with him before saying, "I'll have someone tidy up the rooms. Why don't you two stay here tonight and keep me company?"Ron replied simply, "Sure."Emma had purchased a midnight flight back to South Florivera, necessitating a rush to the airport, which made staying over after dinner impossible.Yet, she found herself at a loss for words, struggling to decline Rebekah's kind offer.As she hesitated, Ron stepped in to clear the air. "Mom, I've got something on tonight. After dinner, I'll drive Emma back to her dorm."Rebekah raised an eyebrow. "What's so important?" she wondered aloud, thinking, 'Wasn't he the one insisting Emma stay over? What's he up to now?'Ron kept it mysterious. "Life stuff."Rebekah could not help but chide him lightly, "You, always the joker."Right after dinner, Ron insisted on leaving to take Emma back to her dormitory. But as soon as they were out of the gated community, he asked, "So, you reall
Ron chuckled. "I didn't know you were aware that even a cornered rat will fight."Emma shot him a glare. "Are we going or not?"Ron quickly said, "Of course. When Miss Blue commands, how can I dare not obey?"Fearing another of his notorious driving escapades, Emma hastily buckled her seatbelt as she settled into the car.Thankfully, this time Ron kept it smooth, driving steadily.As they neared their destination, Ron finally spoke up, "You know, that Tucker guy is a married man. Don't let his kindness fool you into being the other woman."Emma's gaze on Ron was fiery, seething with anger. "Do you even hear yourself? Is that what you think of me? For the last time: Tucker and I share nothing more than a mentor-mentee relationship. There's nothing else between us.""I'm just looking out for you, worried you might get deceived," Ron said, witnessing Emma's fury for the first time. Yet, he could not help but find her anger not at all intimidating, but rather endearingly foolish.R
The two sisters had a pact: no cell phones at home to keep their secrets from the prying eyes of the Blue family. Thus, Emma could call only at prearranged times, the sole window for Rihanna to catch up.Rihanna's voice bubbled with excitement over the phone, as she chattered away about her life's minutiae.Knowing Rihanna was doing well eased Emma's mind.Just as Emma was about to end the call, she heard Rihanna's voice, soft and wistful. "You're really not coming home for the holidays? If you don't, I'll be all alone."Emma's heart clenched at those words, and she made up her mind in an instant. "I'll come back the day before New Year's Eve."The Blue family had their hands full with festivities that day, too busy to notice Rihanna's absence. Emma figured slipping back unnoticed then would be her best shot.After hanging up, Emma immediately booked a flight from Valtara to South Florivera. With her ticket secured and her last bit of work finished, Emma prepared to leave her off
Emma had no interest in romance, let alone the audacity to dream that Ron might fancy her.This time, she did not pick up the thread of conversation.After dinner, Ron, as usual, drove Emma back to the university.Before parting, Ron said, "Winter break is almost upon us, and the dorms might be off-limits. Are you sure you don't want to stay at my place for a couple of months?"Emma offered a smile in response. "Thanks for the offer. I've spoken with the dorm supervisor and submitted an application in advance. I'll be able to stay over the holiday period."Ron paused before saying, "Well, if you need anything, just let me know. I'll text you my number in a bit; make sure you save it."Emma nodded. "Sure."Without further ado, Ron drove off.Upon returning to her dorm, Emma saw Evelyn and Cassie, busy packing their bags, surrounded by gifts for their parents bought from Valtara.Evelyn asked Emma, "Are you really not going home for the winter break?"Emma replied, "No, I won't
Emma did not have the guts to risk failure because she did not have a safe haven to fall back on.Lucas kicked Ron in the shin. "Come on, if you fancy her, out with it. No Hagrid heir dithers like this."Ron glared at him. "Mind your own business." In his head, Emma was already his. The thought of losing her was unimaginable.Lucas said, "Without my meddling, she'd never be yours."Ron changed the subject. "I called you here for a serious discussion."Lucas replied, "No matter how serious, it can't outweigh the matter of your lifetime happiness."Ron was exasperated. "Lucas!"Lucas relented. "Alright, alright, you talk, I'm all ears."Ron spelled out Emma's music venture with Tucker. After hearing it all, Lucas could not help but see Emma in a new light."Never pegged Emma as such a dark horse," Lucas said.Silently listening to their conversation, Emma was thrilled to have her work recognized.Lucas said, "But, getting back to it, whether a song makes money, and how much, d
Ron barked, "Lucas!"With a chuckle, Lucas responded, "Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing Emma. I'm starving. Let's grab some food and talk business while we eat."Ron snapped, "Get lost!"Lucas could not help but revel in Ron's frustration. "Ron, have you fallen so quickly? Who was it that told me they would never accept an arranged marriage?"Emma was increasingly confused by their banter. "If it's inconvenient for me to be here, I can just take a cab and leave."Ron said, "Call you dumb and you won't admit it!"Emma thought to herself, 'I didn't want to be a third wheel, cramping their style. Was that really so wrong? No good deed goes unpunished, apparently.'Suddenly, Ron grabbed Emma's hand and led her inside. "It's cold out; let's go inside."Emma had to quicken her pace, practically being dragged along.Seeing them together, Lucas laughed heartily from behind. "Ron, oh Ron, never thought I'd see the day.""Don't laugh too soon. Your day is coming," Ron shot back.Th
Emma said, "Okay."Ron asked, "Have you won over your crush?"Lucas responded, "Secret."Ron replied, "Looks like you haven't won her over."Lucas said, "As long as I make a move, there's no girl I can't win over. But I haven't made a move yet because the timing isn't right."Ron asked, "Is it because of the Sandow family?"Lucas answered, "The Sandow family wants to marry their daughter to me, and my family wants me to marry her too. But I've told them long ago that I'm not willing to do that. Nobody can make me marry a girl I don't like."Emma remained silent. 'I didn't expect that Lucas would also have the same problem as me and Ron.'It seems like the wealthier the family, the more they'll arrange marriages based on social status without considering personal preferences.'Lucas seemed to sense Emma's thoughts. "Emma, my situation with the Sandow girl is different from yours and Ron's. Don't lump us together."Ron looked at Emma and suddenly said, "There isn't any other gi