RyanThere's no way this is happening. She can't be my wife, she's not the wife I married, there must be a mistake somewhere. The Emily I married had no one, she was an orphan, barely got an apartment to rest her head at night.There’s no way she’s an heiress, an heiress to Empire Company, the most renowned business company, not only in New York but internationally. This has to be a mistake, and I need to find out what’s really happening.Even if she was adopted into the family, there's no way they would make her the heiress without knowing much about her.There's Ethan, the rightful heir to the company. Though he doesn't seem interested in inheriting the company. But bringing an outsider to take over, should make him want to take over, why is he not doing anything about it.Does this mean, they are dating? Did she seduce him? No way, even if she did, she's not supposed to be the heir to the company. Fernandez would never allow that, knowing how strict he can be. He doesn't play with
EmilyThe banquet was indeed an incredible place to connect with people who are business minded. I must admit, I had an astonishing time with everyone I came in contact with. It was a great honor talking about business, and some other related stuff.I met people who didn’t just focus on business, they spoke about life in general. It made me realize that just because my relationship with Ryan ended, it doesn’t mean I won’t have a second chance at love. It was quite interesting, and I must say, I felt more relief than ever before.It was getting late, I had to leave with my step siblings. Though father and mother decided to stay back and meet some few people before heading home.The sound of our car coming to a halt got my attention. I looked up and realized we had already arrived at the mansion. I was so occupied with thought and did not realize we had come this far."Ain't you coming?" Lisa asked, holding on to the car door, about to step out. She must have noticed I didn't move which
I don't know whether this is excitement, or I'm being nervous. It's a new month, and a new day for me to start my day at the office. I woke up shivering, and the same time I was excited. It's been a couple of years since I stopped working at Ryan's office. I was his assistant before I initiated the marriage idea because he found out I have a special blood group type.Even while I was married to him, I still work for him, and most times I do it from home since he insists I don't come to the office, until I had to resign and became a full housewife.I looked into the mirror for the last time before proceeding to pick my hermes bag, turning to the direction of the exit. I was putting on a pink blazer, crafted from premium fabric with sharp lapels, featuring delicate handstitched embroidery. Metallic engraved buttons on the cuffs, with a subtle stitch pattern on the back enhances its sleek.I made my way to the living room and stopped just before entering the dining area. It was quiet, n
I walked back into the office to find Father and Ethan still waiting for me, except Lisa, who was no longer around. I thought they would have left by now. Last night, I overheard them talking about visiting the mayor at his house, and something felt off, but I decided it was best not to ask questions."You are still here." I said, placing the files on my desk. When I turned to look at them, neither of them said a word.They both stared at me, clearly waiting to hear why I had requested a meeting earlier this morning. I had already spoken to my mother, expecting her to talk me out of it, but to my surprise, she gave me the green light.Even if she had asked me not to investigate, I wouldn’t have listened. I’m doing this for the company’s growth, after all. If there's anyone caught embezzling money from this company, I will bring them to justice even if it means terminating their employees.All employees are paid weekly allowance, and they still get their paycheck, so I see no reason why
RyanWhat the hell is wrong with her? I can't believe she's deliberately ignoring my calls. After what happened a few nights ago, she needs to answer my questions. I have to know if she’s been lying to me for the past four years of our marriage. I gave her more because she had nothing—no family, no place to call home. And this is how she repays me? After everything I have done for her?I can't even reach out to her, I don't know who's watching. I wouldn't want to put her into danger. She also needs to know someone is out there to get her and has to be careful of the people she interacts with."Boss, I think you have to calm down." I heard, turning to see my personal assistant. I frowned. "There’s no way that woman is Emily. Just because their names are the same doesn’t mean she’s the one."He’s adamant that she isn’t Emily. But I’m not a fool, I know the woman I married, even if we haven’t been together through our the marriage. The way she talks, the way she smiles, it all says a lot
I just concluded my meeting with the Mayor, regarding some unfinished business. Making my way out, about to leave the mansion, I came in contact with the man Emily was with the night at the banquet. He was marching towards my direction, and I thought of walking past him, but felt it wouldn't be appropriate to do so, and proceeded to exchange pleasantries. "Good morning Mr. Fernandez!" I greeted, and to my surprise, he halted and responded, smiling back at me. I'm sure he knows I'm the one who married Emily. "Hello! Mr. Ryan! Trust business is going great?" He asked, pulling out of the shake. "Yes, thank you sir." He nodded, turning on his heels. I outstretched my hands to the man, but he acted like I was invisible to him, and walked past me. I don't recall having a fight with him, we are not even that close to hold grudges, so why would he ignore me? I turned on my heels, striding to where I had left my assistant waiting for me. "Boss! The guys called, they said they want to meet
EmilyI was still at the office, reviewing the company's accounts, when a knock interrupted my focus. Raising my head, I allowed the person to enter, my eyes fixed on the door. It opened, and my secretary walked in, carrying several documents. It must be the ones I requested earlier this morning after our return from the store. She had mentioned it could take a day to prepare everything, but I was impressed by her speed."Ma'am! This are the documents you requested for. Everything is here, starting from the month of January, to the month of December." She said, and dropped them on the desk. I must admit, that was fast. Despite the workload she had, she managed to get everything ready within twelve hours. Reaching out, I took one of the files and flipped through it briefly before placing it back on the stack.The files were quite bulky. I would have to take them home and work late into the night. It shouldn't take more than three hours to finish, but I knew it would be a long evening
I woke up to a severe headache, reaching out to the clock on the stand, I checked, It was pass 6: 30 am. I slept very late, and woke up early, I wasn't stunned. I'm used to doing it while I was married to Ethan, I guess it will take some time for me to adjust to waking up eight in the morning.Stepping out of the bed to go do some activities before preparing for work, I heard noises coming from downstairs. It's too early, who could it be? If the maids were up to do their chores, I shouldn't be hearing it from my room, and besides it doesn't seem like it was coming from the kitchen.I made my way downstairs, exiting quietly. As I stepped into the living room, a sudden flash of light almost blinded me, causing me to glance away. The room was dimmed, but there was enough light for me to find my way around.Turning toward the couch, I heard my father's voice. "I'm here. Should I turn on the lights?" His tone was low, almost heavy."Father?" I called, walking over to him. "Isn’t it too ear
I arrived home and made my way upstairs to freshen up before thinking about grabbing dinner. It had been months since I last cooked, but making something tonight didn’t seem like a bad idea. I dropped my phone on the bed and proceeded to strip off my clothes. While reaching for my T-shirt, I thought I heard some commotion outside. The voices sounded distant, and it would take a minute to get downstairs to check.I ignored it and turned to walk into the washroom when a knock on my bedroom door halted me."Jasper, is that you?" I asked, waiting quietly for a response."Yes, we have a problem." He replied, and I immediately thought about the voices I had heard. "Anderson showed up and refuses to leave until he meets you."Anderson? What does he want? Could the police still be watching us? Does he want to get dragged in for questioning? It’s only been a few days since his accomplice died—why is he showing up at my house now? I need to warn him."I will be downstairs." I responded.Heading
Ryan It was late in the evening. I had been indoors working all day, but an idea suddenly popped into my head, prompting me to step out. The death of the figure we held hostage still lingered in my mind. I decided it was time to find out more about the kind of person he was and the people he worked for. If Anderson was truly one of them, then it’s likely they worked together before he was killed. I recalled keeping a business card belonging to one of the men from the abandoned estate where the figure resided. He had claimed he wasn’t a killer, and if he was telling the truth, then I needed to uncover who he really was before that bastard ended his life. I have tried every possible way to catch the perpetrator, but nothing has worked so far. What other avenue is left for me to explore? I was a peaceful young man during my school days, with no issues or conflicts with anyone. Yet here I am, entangled in a web of betrayal and violence. In my line of business, there are many who have
We spent the entire day moving from one orphanage to another, distributing the items I had asked Ethan to arrange for me. I hadn’t been to the office all day. Though it was the weekend, I still had work to catch up on. As soon as I left the house, we headed to the store where the items were packed.Father was kind enough to hire some guards to accompany me on the journey. I went out with a convoy of vehicles, which I hadn’t expected until they showed up at the location where the goods were stored.The guards helped load everything into the cars, and we set off to deliver the items to the orphanages. It had been a fun and fulfilling day since morning, though I had overheard some of them complaining about being hungry.We had breakfast before leaving, but I guess going there and here, had made them all exhausted. They made a great team, I wasn't just going out with them, they were all entertaining and fun to be with.We were headed to a Christian orphanage run by a group of reverend sis
As we arrived at the courthouse, I spotted the lawyer outside, engaged in a conversation with an elderly lady. The area was slightly crowded, making me wonder if the session had already concluded.Stepping out of the car, my gaze shifted to Adams, who was emerging from the courthouse exit. His expression was dark, and moments later, his father followed behind him, both looking tense. I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to put them in such a mood.I walked toward the lawyer, who waved me over. As I approached, I noticed Adams heading in my direction. Ignoring him, I focused on the lawyer."Don’t tell me I’m late. I left as soon as I called you." I said, standing beside the elderly lady he had been speaking to, exchanging greetings."When you called, we were about to enter the courthouse. The evidence you provided was strong enough to wrap things up quickly." He replied."Emily, I need to talk to you." Adams interrupted, his voice firm."I'm sorry, you can't see her. Please lea
EmilyIf I hadn't grown up a bit before Father left us, I wouldn't have believed what Mother told me a few hours ago. I had a rough childhood, and he was never there for me. Mother wasn’t allowed to show me love, which I guess was why she lied to me—saying he had died—and ran away with me.But did he really tell her he wouldn’t come home unless she sent me back to the orphanage? Did he divorce her because of that? How could he have trust issues when he knew she liked his friend before he made his intentions known to her?Two best friends fell in love with her, but she ended up with him. Such a miserable man I call Father. How could he even think Mother slept with his best friend when she was married to him? Was he that insecure because he was lucky to wed her instead of his friend?Mother did the right thing by leaving him. I'm glad I didn't grow up with him. Who knows, he might have killed me by now and claimed it was an accident. I have a father who cherishes me, I should hold him d
Ryan I sat in the car, waiting for Zara to come prove she was in her hostel and not somewhere else. The clip my men sent me played on repeat in my head, a video of her walking out of Empire Company. What was she doing there? I had warned her countless times to stay away from Emily. The last time she interfered in Emily’s business, she got a punch for her efforts. And now, she had the audacity to go all the way to her company. For what exactly? I sent Zara to this school for a reason, to study and, most importantly, to stay away from Emily. But clearly, a two-hour drive wasn’t enough of a deterrent for her. If she needed anything, why couldn’t she have called Jasper? Or me? Instead, she chose to disobey, as if my warnings meant nothing. She had claimed she was in her hostel over an hour ago, saying she needed to freshen up before coming out. But the timeline didn’t add up. It was clear she hadn’t been in her hostel, at least not the whole time. And now I was left to wonder how man
As I swiped it open, a video clip popped up, and I proceeded to play it. The sight of what I saw almost made me drop my phone. Remembering I was still in the reception area, I hurried down to my office and shut the door behind me. Watching the clip, I clutched my chest, struggling to breathe. This has been happening right under my nose, and I’m just finding out? How long has he been sleeping with her? Did he really sleep with her? Unable to take it any longer, I let the tears roll down my cheeks, crying out the pain that surged through me. Is this why he never looked at me with love? I tried for four long years, was I never good enough for him? What did I do to deserve this? Was liking him my mistake? Has he been with her all these years? Where? How? And why am I just finding out now? I reached for my face and wiped my tears away. He’s not worth it. Why should I cry? It’s been months already, but I still can’t get over him, no matter how much effort I put in. Fine, we are divorce
I woke up to voices drifting from another room—or so I thought. It wasn’t until I jumped out of bed and made my way downstairs that I realized the voices were real. Following the sound, I marched into the living room, only to find Father and Ethan fully dressed, with Biggy standing beside them, arms folded.I froze, furrowing my brows as I scanned the room. They were deep in conversation, so much so that none of them noticed me standing there."You are all dressed? Are you heading somewhere? It’s still early to go out." I said, breaking the conversation and drawing their attention.Father turned, smiling faintly as I stepped closer. I wrapped him in a quick hug. "Good morning." I greeted, pulling back."Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?" He asked."I did," I replied, then turned to Ethan, who patted my hair lightly."Hope you are okay?" Ethan asked.I nodded but kept my focus on them. "Where are you all going?"Father cleared his throat. "We are heading out. Mr. Lincoln wi
It was time for me to go home, but there was still no sign of Biggy. He said he would be back, so why hasn’t he shown up yet? I didn’t bother asking where he was going earlier, and now his number isn’t connecting. What could be wrong? I just hope he’s okay.Instead of waiting around, I decided to leave and take a cab home. He had gone out in my car, so I couldn’t use the company vehicle to leave. As for driving a bus… maybe I could, but I have never tried it before.That shouldn’t be an excuse, an emergency could force me to drive it someday. But for today, I will just take a cab home. Picking up my bag, I made my way to the lot to hail one.As I stood outside, Ethan’s car came to a halt in front of me. He rolled down the window, lowering his head to meet my gaze."Hop in; I will drop you off at home." He said.Without hesitation, I opened the car door, settled into the passenger seat, and buckled my seatbelt.“Why are you the one picking me up? I can't reach my guard.” I asked.“He c