Emillia
After convincing my husband to be that we do not need a bundle of gifts for my parents and that they were not materialistic,we were at home,sitted across my parents.My sister was by my side,busy pinching me and nudging at my arm. “Olivia,stop it.”I whisper at her. Father glared at Gregory who laid back,a knowing look in his eyes and a plain look on his face. Worry was written all over my mother's face.She glanced at father who's fists were balled on the table. Mom placed a hand on his knees and he unballed his fists. His hand travelled to the band that was wrapped around his head,an unconscious act it seemed. I clear my throat to break the thick air of discomfort that had surrounded us. “Where did you meet him,dear?” “Church.”I reply quickly. Mother observes him.”Which church?” “Our church,mom.” She gives me a tight lipped smile.She knows,she knows too well that he is not a member of our church. “He was there with a friend.”I add. She nods and does not say more. “I am getting married to him.”I state confidently. “No.”Fathe countered aggressively. “Father…”I whine. “You know nothing about this man.” “I know him more than you do.”I argued,leaning back and crossing my arms. Father's eyes remains glued at my posture until I uncrossed my arms and sat upright. “Oh,really?”He leaned back.”What do you know?” “Well,”I look at Gregory then back to my father.”Gregory Densmore,29 years old,he is the CEO of Atlantis Civilization.He has an older brother who's 32,”I hesitate.”I think he's 32.Ummm…both his parents are alive and…"That is all I was aware of. "I think that's enough.” “That is not enough to walk into marriage,Emillia!”Father objected through clenched teeth. I get ready to argue but he diverts his attention to Gregory. “Follow me.”He said,already on his feet. I frown. “If anything is to be discussed then it should be done here."I hold Greg's wrist. "I'm the one who's getting married after all.” Father places his hands on his waist and glares down at me. “Don't push me.”He spits. “This is better than me committing the sexual sins that you always warn me of.” Mother gasps. “It's better than me getting pregnant without knowing who the father actually is.” Father laughs.”This is stupid.You want to get married for sex?Is that it?” He screams. My mouth drops open as I jump back,sinking more into the chair. “Then go,Emillia.Go and get pregnant with any man you meet on the street.Walk into a club and pick all the men you want to sleep with.Do everything we've ever told you not to do but don't…”He shakes his head.”Don't get married to this man.”He pleads. “Wow.So all I had to do to be allowed all those things was to bring a man home.i see.” “You don't get it…”He reaches out to me. I stand.“The wedding will take place tomorrow.Join us if you want.” I grab Gregory's hand.He stands without me pulling him up. “Ater what you've just told me,I don't think we'll need your blessings.” I walk out,leading Greg with me. Immediately we get out,I let go of his hand. “Milli.”Olivia called before I could speak. “I told you not to call me that.” I complain. “Can I talk to you?” She asks without looking at Greg. “I'll be in the car.” “Do you love him?” My eyes remain calmly on hers. She smiles.”You don't.”She takes my hands in hers. “Is he rich?” “Kathrine did a background check and he is wea-lthy.” “Buy me a house and a car and the latest…” “Get your own husband.” I joke. She laughs a little before his expression became serious.”Come home anytime,Millia.If you can't then call me.” I shake my hand from hers.”Don't say such mushy things.People might actually think we love each other.” She hugs me.”I love you.” “Okay,enough.”I gently push her away.”Make sure you come to my wedding.” I walk to the car. “Do you know my dad?” I asked immediately I settled. It was clear that father hated him,no,he was afraid of him.Then again,anyone who would take a member of her family would definitely scare him. “Never seen him before.” I lock my eyes with him.”I hate being cold.” He doesn't reply. “I hate it just as much as I hate being lied to.” He nods and starts the car. “You have your legal team,right?” He glances at me. “I do.” “Call them.We are getting married today.” He smiles. “But I have my own demands.” “Anything you want.” “It ends when I want it to or when you want it to.I want shares in your company.” “You're my wife,you can have the whole company if you want.” “No.Thats too much,I'm not that motivated in the business area.” He nods. “I need an apartment.” He takes put a card and hands it to me. “You don't have to mention anything that needs to be purchased.” I smile.”Just so you know,I read and books those fancy pages are expensive as hell.” “I can get you the authors if you want me to.” Wow,such an egotistical man. I clear my throat and continue.”I heard lots of movements when you kidnapped me.”I continued. “When I took you for a conversation.”He interjected. “That's not what it was.I do not want to live with all those people.” “You need to.” “I don't want to.”I resorted. “Some times I won't be around,Emillia.You will need to have someone around.” “I have hobbies,I don't need people around.” “You don't get it….” “...Call your legal team and don't forget to include my terms.” I cut him off. “Okay.”He said while nodding. “But you haven't heard any of my terms yet.” I lean back and cross my arms.“Go ahead.” “You are not to allow any man to lay hands on you,Emillia.”He spoke slowly and deliberately. His tone cool and dangerous. “That's it?” “I mean it.No man.” “Noted.Lets go get married.” “And after that you tell me,your husband,all your fantasies.” I bite on my lower lip,just thinking of how I'm going to experience everything I've ever thought of.Gregory We had signed the documents and now Emillia was mine. I took her hand and led her to our room.Her hand remained in mine as I closed the door behind us. I sat and pulled her in between my legs. She stood there,her long black hair falling around her shoulders,some of the strands covering her face.Her cheeks were all flashed and she refused to meet my gaze. My palms traced her body,pushing her dress up until it was no longer in the way.I tugged unto her,pulling her down to me until she was straddling me. “How do you feel?” I asked softly. “About what exactly?Global warming,civilisation or…” I smacked her ass,earning a yelp from her. “Don't act smart,now.” She bites on her lower lip. “You're married now and-” “That fact will probably hit when I'm in bed or doing some random things.” “Which fact are you thinking of now?” “The fact that I'll be having sex with you.” I chuckle. I lean in and press a kiss on her cheek then her jawline.She tilts her head,giving me more r
Emillia I don't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up Sebastin was starring down at me like I was his prey and he was ready to pounce and devour me. “What you are doing is rude,creepy and disturbing.”I inform him as I pushed the blanket off me. My eyes gaze to the window where light was sleeping in through the spaces between the curtains. “Why did you get married to him?” I give him a lazy look but I don't open my mouth to respond. After fleeting seconds of silence,he let's out a low chuckle. I frown. “Is it your habit?”He raises his brows.”Walking into people's room like that.” He shrugs and goes ahead to sink into the bed. “Jesus Christ,Sebastian!” I scream,shoving myself out of the bed. “It's not like you've done anything here already.”He replied,his voice flat. “Where is your brother?” “He's gone.” My stomach falls at the statement and my body goes still. “Gone,like...he left or left us?” He laughs.”He left last night.He was supposed to be here by now but you n
Gregory I don't make mistakes. Never have and most certainly never will. Being calculative is a trait one must have if you know a slightly wrong move would get you killed. I did not make a mistake. Not when I walked into the room with a shirt stained with blood. Not now when I knew I had a gun and I knew she was going to find it. Her eyes stared at mine.Fear written clearly in them. His hand was trembling and I could feel the distance she was trying to create between us. My eyes remain on hers as I reached out for the gun. She allows me to take it. I walked to the counter and take it apart then I pushed the pieces forward for her to observe. Her back pressed harder against the door. “Do you think I'd ever hurt you,Emillia?”I asked softly,my eyes carefully watching her movements. She is a terrible liar already but her body would give out more. She does not reply verbally.Her body on the other hand gave me the answer I needed. Her chest rose and fell at a faster pace.Her han
Emillia I sat across my husband who was busy working on some papers. This is all I do. I accompany him to work and back home. In between I am allowed to do anything that does not involve me talking to any other man. His eyes dropped lazily over the documents as he signed each of them. Strands of hair fell across his face and oh how I loved that. My eyes move from his face to his desk.How huge it was.How perfectly fit it is for- “Tell me.”His voice put a pause my thoughts. When I looked up,his eyes were on me.Ever so intense. “What?” He puts his pen away and pushes the papers at a distance. Then he leans back. “Come here.” He calls and I do not hesitate to answer. He holds my wrist and pulls me down to his laps. “What were you thinking about?”His voice was low as he spoke,the warm breathe brushing over my skin. “Your desk.” “Mmh…”He hums while placing gentle kisses along my neck. “You,me…” A chuckle escapes his throat.”Where is the Ellena who says every thought in her he
Gregory Emillia sat beside me as we rode down to the base.Her feet were crossed,gaze fixated outside. It was obvious Lucious words had caused a stir in her.I reach out for her hand.She turns to me,worry in her eyes.“Again,I don't think she should join us in this.” Lucious stated after glancing at us.“What do you think,Emillia?” She swallowed,hard.Her eyes searches mine before she replied with a quiet,’it's fine.’The rest of the journey was spent in silence.“Lucious, run me over what happened.”I spoke as we walked inside.“The shipment to the East were bomed.Nothing that can be traced back to the people was left.”Emillia grabs onto my shirt. “Sebastian went down there.”“Then what I'm I doing here?”“A negotiation.” He opened the door. “The Carvelias,or so they said they are called,know something but the leader insists on speaking with you.”We walk down the hall to the room which was dimly lit.Four men were already present. Three standing,one seated.From the posture of one
EmilliaAs usual I was curled up on the couch,reading a book I could not immerse myself in.My husband working on some papers across me.He looked so calm considering he just murdered someone last week.A knock came and Lucious enters.”Sir,we have a lead.”He places some papers in front of Greg.”There is a transaction that will be happening tonight.”“It's okay,you can proceed.”I sprint up.”Can I go?”“No.It will be dangerous.”Lucious replies.I stand and throw a few punches.”I can fight.”Lucious faces me.”Just because you think you can throw some weak punches doesn't mean you can actually beat someone.” I scoff.”Weak? Weak punches? I'll show you what Weak punches are…”I charge towards him but he grabs my wrist and spins me that my back was against his chest.I let out a chuckle.”I see you point. Now let go.”He twists my arm but I bite my tongue to hold out a yelp.“You're tough,I'll give you that.” He let's go and pushes me forward.”But you still can't fight.”I stumble to the couch
EmilliaI sank into the couch,my hurtful words replaying at the back of my mind. I'm certain my mother would be crying at home,thinking of how she has failed as a parent. Her sobbing would be followed by a week of fasting and prayer. I'll ask for forgiveness for the hurt I've cause her.My father...he said these men were dangerous.How did he know?The only way to know someone is to interact with them,see their contrasting sides.Does this mean he had crossed paths with Greg before?I shake my head,feeling dizzy from the action and the thoughts. "Emillia?"I lift my head to look at my husband."Go home and rest,darling."I shake my head. "Why?I heard you guys have a mission tonight.If you're thinking of getting rid of me then-"His steady gaze on my face made all the words die on my lips."I'm tired." I admit more to myself than to him.He nods."Lucious will take you home.""No.You are going to take me home.I am your responsibility not his."I needed a moment with him.To be in his arms
EmilliaDarkness. That was all there was.I could feel someones’ presence in the room but I refused to open my eyes. No,the feeling of someone driving a nail on my head couldn't allow me to.“Lights…” I groaned,lifting my hand to cover my eyes.“Oh.” Came the soft response before the room became dim.I forced my eyelids open and stared at the man infront of me.Green eyes,wide and fixated on me.“Are you okay?”I look at my arm where the IV was inserted into a vein.“Well,I'm not getting my vitamins,am I?”He shook his head but didn't say a word.I glanced around the room.“Where's my husband?” “Taking care of some things.”I frown.”Did he really go ahead with the mission? Why are you here? What time is it?”The door opens and a man walks in.“Emillia,how are you feeling?”Dumb question.I almost died yet everyone is busy asking that same question. He pushed the trolley next to the bed.“You will have something light for now.”He arranges the plates.“What is that?”“Lamb,fetta skewe
EmilliaDarkness. That was all there was.I could feel someones’ presence in the room but I refused to open my eyes. No,the feeling of someone driving a nail on my head couldn't allow me to.“Lights…” I groaned,lifting my hand to cover my eyes.“Oh.” Came the soft response before the room became dim.I forced my eyelids open and stared at the man infront of me.Green eyes,wide and fixated on me.“Are you okay?”I look at my arm where the IV was inserted into a vein.“Well,I'm not getting my vitamins,am I?”He shook his head but didn't say a word.I glanced around the room.“Where's my husband?” “Taking care of some things.”I frown.”Did he really go ahead with the mission? Why are you here? What time is it?”The door opens and a man walks in.“Emillia,how are you feeling?”Dumb question.I almost died yet everyone is busy asking that same question. He pushed the trolley next to the bed.“You will have something light for now.”He arranges the plates.“What is that?”“Lamb,fetta skewe
EmilliaI sank into the couch,my hurtful words replaying at the back of my mind. I'm certain my mother would be crying at home,thinking of how she has failed as a parent. Her sobbing would be followed by a week of fasting and prayer. I'll ask for forgiveness for the hurt I've cause her.My father...he said these men were dangerous.How did he know?The only way to know someone is to interact with them,see their contrasting sides.Does this mean he had crossed paths with Greg before?I shake my head,feeling dizzy from the action and the thoughts. "Emillia?"I lift my head to look at my husband."Go home and rest,darling."I shake my head. "Why?I heard you guys have a mission tonight.If you're thinking of getting rid of me then-"His steady gaze on my face made all the words die on my lips."I'm tired." I admit more to myself than to him.He nods."Lucious will take you home.""No.You are going to take me home.I am your responsibility not his."I needed a moment with him.To be in his arms
EmilliaAs usual I was curled up on the couch,reading a book I could not immerse myself in.My husband working on some papers across me.He looked so calm considering he just murdered someone last week.A knock came and Lucious enters.”Sir,we have a lead.”He places some papers in front of Greg.”There is a transaction that will be happening tonight.”“It's okay,you can proceed.”I sprint up.”Can I go?”“No.It will be dangerous.”Lucious replies.I stand and throw a few punches.”I can fight.”Lucious faces me.”Just because you think you can throw some weak punches doesn't mean you can actually beat someone.” I scoff.”Weak? Weak punches? I'll show you what Weak punches are…”I charge towards him but he grabs my wrist and spins me that my back was against his chest.I let out a chuckle.”I see you point. Now let go.”He twists my arm but I bite my tongue to hold out a yelp.“You're tough,I'll give you that.” He let's go and pushes me forward.”But you still can't fight.”I stumble to the couch
Gregory Emillia sat beside me as we rode down to the base.Her feet were crossed,gaze fixated outside. It was obvious Lucious words had caused a stir in her.I reach out for her hand.She turns to me,worry in her eyes.“Again,I don't think she should join us in this.” Lucious stated after glancing at us.“What do you think,Emillia?” She swallowed,hard.Her eyes searches mine before she replied with a quiet,’it's fine.’The rest of the journey was spent in silence.“Lucious, run me over what happened.”I spoke as we walked inside.“The shipment to the East were bomed.Nothing that can be traced back to the people was left.”Emillia grabs onto my shirt. “Sebastian went down there.”“Then what I'm I doing here?”“A negotiation.” He opened the door. “The Carvelias,or so they said they are called,know something but the leader insists on speaking with you.”We walk down the hall to the room which was dimly lit.Four men were already present. Three standing,one seated.From the posture of one
Emillia I sat across my husband who was busy working on some papers. This is all I do. I accompany him to work and back home. In between I am allowed to do anything that does not involve me talking to any other man. His eyes dropped lazily over the documents as he signed each of them. Strands of hair fell across his face and oh how I loved that. My eyes move from his face to his desk.How huge it was.How perfectly fit it is for- “Tell me.”His voice put a pause my thoughts. When I looked up,his eyes were on me.Ever so intense. “What?” He puts his pen away and pushes the papers at a distance. Then he leans back. “Come here.” He calls and I do not hesitate to answer. He holds my wrist and pulls me down to his laps. “What were you thinking about?”His voice was low as he spoke,the warm breathe brushing over my skin. “Your desk.” “Mmh…”He hums while placing gentle kisses along my neck. “You,me…” A chuckle escapes his throat.”Where is the Ellena who says every thought in her he
Gregory I don't make mistakes. Never have and most certainly never will. Being calculative is a trait one must have if you know a slightly wrong move would get you killed. I did not make a mistake. Not when I walked into the room with a shirt stained with blood. Not now when I knew I had a gun and I knew she was going to find it. Her eyes stared at mine.Fear written clearly in them. His hand was trembling and I could feel the distance she was trying to create between us. My eyes remain on hers as I reached out for the gun. She allows me to take it. I walked to the counter and take it apart then I pushed the pieces forward for her to observe. Her back pressed harder against the door. “Do you think I'd ever hurt you,Emillia?”I asked softly,my eyes carefully watching her movements. She is a terrible liar already but her body would give out more. She does not reply verbally.Her body on the other hand gave me the answer I needed. Her chest rose and fell at a faster pace.Her han
Emillia I don't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up Sebastin was starring down at me like I was his prey and he was ready to pounce and devour me. “What you are doing is rude,creepy and disturbing.”I inform him as I pushed the blanket off me. My eyes gaze to the window where light was sleeping in through the spaces between the curtains. “Why did you get married to him?” I give him a lazy look but I don't open my mouth to respond. After fleeting seconds of silence,he let's out a low chuckle. I frown. “Is it your habit?”He raises his brows.”Walking into people's room like that.” He shrugs and goes ahead to sink into the bed. “Jesus Christ,Sebastian!” I scream,shoving myself out of the bed. “It's not like you've done anything here already.”He replied,his voice flat. “Where is your brother?” “He's gone.” My stomach falls at the statement and my body goes still. “Gone,like...he left or left us?” He laughs.”He left last night.He was supposed to be here by now but you n
Gregory We had signed the documents and now Emillia was mine. I took her hand and led her to our room.Her hand remained in mine as I closed the door behind us. I sat and pulled her in between my legs. She stood there,her long black hair falling around her shoulders,some of the strands covering her face.Her cheeks were all flashed and she refused to meet my gaze. My palms traced her body,pushing her dress up until it was no longer in the way.I tugged unto her,pulling her down to me until she was straddling me. “How do you feel?” I asked softly. “About what exactly?Global warming,civilisation or…” I smacked her ass,earning a yelp from her. “Don't act smart,now.” She bites on her lower lip. “You're married now and-” “That fact will probably hit when I'm in bed or doing some random things.” “Which fact are you thinking of now?” “The fact that I'll be having sex with you.” I chuckle. I lean in and press a kiss on her cheek then her jawline.She tilts her head,giving me more r
Emillia After convincing my husband to be that we do not need a bundle of gifts for my parents and that they were not materialistic,we were at home,sitted across my parents.My sister was by my side,busy pinching me and nudging at my arm. “Olivia,stop it.”I whisper at her. Father glared at Gregory who laid back,a knowing look in his eyes and a plain look on his face. Worry was written all over my mother's face.She glanced at father who's fists were balled on the table. Mom placed a hand on his knees and he unballed his fists. His hand travelled to the band that was wrapped around his head,an unconscious act it seemed. I clear my throat to break the thick air of discomfort that had surrounded us. “Where did you meet him,dear?” “Church.”I reply quickly. Mother observes him.”Which church?” “Our church,mom.” She gives me a tight lipped smile.She knows,she knows too well that he is not a member of our church. “He was there with a friend.”I add. She nods and does not say more. “