Emma's POV I got out of the bathroom, and my body was wrapped in a big, fluffy white towel. I entered the enormous, spacious walk-in closet that I now share with Ethan. Looking at my side of the closet made me think about how things changed overnight. I sat on a small stool trying to select what to wear. As I brought out a free gown. A black scarf drooped to the ground. I picked it up and sniffed it. It's Deborah's scarf. It was the same scarf she tied on her head the day she breathed her last breath. I remember her last word to me. (Flashback Seven years ago) "Emilia. Please, take good care of my daughter in case I don't make it out of this place. Make sure she doesn't lack anything. Treat her like your own and give her a better life". "D, what nonsense are you saying? You will get well. The doctors assured us. You will take care of your daughter yourself, you hear me. Don't ever think that you will die". (End of flashback) I don't know why I had to remember that day. I
Emma's POV Ethan is a very energetic man. He has a lot of stamina and my body suffers this the most. Tonight was supposed to be me being in charge. But, to my greatest surprise. He took over and pounded into me in different rounds and different positions. That is crazy. Ethan will be the death of me, and I can't get enough of him, and I know he can't get enough of me also. We were made for each other. He is a loving husband and a fantastic father. He has been nothing but good to Elizabeth. "Are you ok? ". He asked putting wet kisses all over my face. "Ye.... a". I giggled. "Come, let's go to sleep". He leaned forward to kiss me. This time it was brief. He pulled the covers over our bodies and we both slept off. Birds chirping filled my ears and I opened my eyes to see another beautiful day. The rays of the sun were radiating heat into the room through the uncovered glass wall in the room. I looked around and Ethan was not in the room. My feet touched the flo
Emma's POV The Range Rover's back door was opened for me as I walked closer. There stood a very tall handsome younger man beside Albert. "Good morning Mrs Williams". Albert greeted. "Good morning Albert. And, who is this young man?". I returned his greeting and asked about the new face beside him. "His name is Alvero. He is Italian. He will be working directly with you henceforth". He introduced him. "Alvero. This is Mrs Williams. She is your direct boss. I hope you'll protect her with your life ". He told the new bodyguard. "I promise to protect you, ma'am. It's a pleasure meeting the most beautiful woman on this planet". He said and bowed. Emma laughed and replied. "Don't flatter me Alvero" "I don't flatter ma'am. It's the truth. At least, to me". He replied. "Ok, thanks for the compliment Alvero. I hope you do a good job". I spotted a white Cadillac Escalade which I hadn't seen here before. Albert followed my gaze. "The boss sent it a few minutes ago. He said to t
Emma's POV After I returned from my father's house. I decided to cook dinner myself. My father loves the gift I gifted him. He wanted to meet Ethan and honestly, I would like that. The food is ready. I decided to cook seafood pasta. I also cook prawn sauce with rice. I grilled us a chicken which I have been craving for a while now. Our salad is ready and we are done here. After making a watermelon juice. I hurried upstairs to freshen up. Leaving the maids to clean and do the rest of their Jobs. I had my bath in my former room. I dried my hair. Do my normal skin routine. And I was done. I looked for something simple and light to wear. And I saw a beautiful Jumpsuit Ethan had bought for me. I liked it and I wore it. It looked good on me as I looked in the mirror. Elizabeth was with her Nanny. She is getting used to her I must say. Ever since we got back from that Island. She hardly comes to me. I guess she likes her nanny. I heard Ethan pay a lot of money to get her a g
Emma's POV I feel like I'm in a dream world. Everything that has been happening to me recently doesn't look real to me. It feels like a dream. Except that it's not. This is real. I just have to adapt to the change. I am here lying in bed with Ethan, discussing how to help my father. I just told him about my discussion with my father. How he received me. How he felt when I told him about our marriage. Although, I didn't tell him the contract part. I also told him that my father wanted to meet him in person and he said we should see him this weekend. "Why do you want to step down from being the CEO? And why do you want me to take your place?" I've been waiting to ask these questions since Genna revealed it to me. I still don't get" He adjusted his sitting position and rested his head against the headboard. I also followed his lead. "Genna told you right?" He asked. "Yes. But, I don't think I like it". I sincerely told him. "Why? Any woman will be celebrating now". "I am no
Emma's POV I went through so many files on my office desk. Comparing them with what I have in my computer system. There is something odd about a particular hotel. I don't know if it is a mistake or if something is wrong somewhere. Genna served me a cup of black coffee. I chugged my coffee and it burned down my throat. "Emma?". Genna called. My eyes were still fixed on the documents but, I answered anyway. "Yes, Genna" "That coffee was hot". She complained and I shrugged. From what I can gather here. A huge amount of money could be missing according to what is on my computer screen. The 'LAVEDA CONTINENTAL' in Los Angeles has about two billion dollars to balance their account for last year. And nothing has been reflected in their account this year at all. I need to visit this particular hotel. I need to see things for myself before I tell Ethan about it. I need to be sure of the figures. Two billion dollars is not small money. I am very certain that Ethan is not aware of thi
Ethan's POV After listening to Emma. I understood one thing. I've been slacking a lot. I'd never been like that in the past. Choosing Emma as the CEO was not a mistake. She will do a good job. But, I need to find a better way to protect her. A knock came in and I replied. "Come in". Mr Raymond, the Company's accountant, walked in cheerfully, not knowing why he was summoned to my office. "Mr and Mrs Williams". He nodded. "It was brought to my notice that LAVEDA CONTINENTAL has not deposited any money into TLMC's account this year. Can you tell me why?". I questioned him. The short, slim, middle-aged man with copper hair was gulping down and couldn't speak. "I...I don't understand sir". He's stuttering and looking at Emma who was also glaring at him. "Are you sure Mr Raymond? Or, you never thought I would find out?" I asked him. It was certain that he was lying. "As far as I know, every account under TLMC is up to date sir. None is defaulting. I send these updates to the C
"Just like you said. The flash drive is missing". Ethan informed his wife as soon as she stepped into his office. She dropped her handbag on his desk and folded her arms, looking at her husband, who was looking out the office window with his two hands tucked inside his pants pockets. Ethan turned around, and his blue eyes met with hers, and he smiled. "Did you check the CCTV footage of your office?". She asked. He chuckled and replied."I turned it off yesterday before we had sex" He shrugged and laughed more. Emma scowled and was worried that Ethan wasn't taking the matter seriously. "Ethan. This is a serious case. You should take it more seriously". She scolded. "I know Sunshine. At least, now I know that my Enemies are closer than I think". He replied. She sauntered close to him, held his hands, and looked directly into his eyes. "I know how you feel. I understand you. But I promise you that we will find those people who stole from you". She nodded and he smiled. He relea
It had been four years since Alvero passed away, and Emma still missed him deeply. His absence weighed on her, but there was nothing anyone could do to change the past.Liam had been in prison since then, with no hope of ever being released. Ethan had made sure of that. The family, however, was now at peace and thriving. Arabella, who once struggled to adapt to her new life, had found her place. Her love with Prince burned with a fire that refused to be quenched.With their wedding around the corner, Arabella had taken time away to visit her parents. She wanted to spend precious moments with them before her big day. The wedding preparations were in full swing, and Arabella, for once, let others take charge. She was content knowing everything was under control. Her relationship with her father had also blossomed over time. He had finally legally married her mother, and they now lived together as one happy family, united by love.Meanwhile, Prince was growing restless. It had been seven
Liam denied all the allegations presented against him. But during the interrogation, the evidence was played before him, and his jaw dropped.He had been assured that all evidence against him had been destroyed. How did the police get their hands on this one? he wondered in disbelief.The room fell silent. Liam couldn’t find any words to defend himself. His silence was taken as a confession, and the police wasted no time in locking him up. His court trial loomed ahead.---Ethan visited Liam after ensuring Emma had returned safely to the mansion. He wasn’t sure what he hoped to achieve, but he needed to speak to the man who had wronged him so profoundly.Standing before Liam’s cell, Ethan was granted permission to see his criminal friend.When Liam saw Ethan, he chuckled bitterly and rose to his feet. "Very thoughtful of you to come see how I’m doing," he sneered. "But let me tell you, my dear friend, locking me here won’t save you from me.""Why?" Ethan asked, his voice steady but ti
Ethan sat in his office, his hands trembling as he watched the video clips. The images played over and over in his mind, each frame burning deeper into his heart. He couldn’t believe it—his childhood friend, Liam, and his assistant had gone this far. For money.Liam, his brother in everything but blood, had been envious of him all along. Ethan thought back to all the years they’d shared; all the trust he’d placed in a man who had now turned out to be a snake.Prince, his son, had always disliked Liam. Ethan dismissed those feelings as baseless, but now he realized how wrong he’d been.And Emma. His wife. She had suspected Liam all these years. Ethan clenched his fists. She had been investigating Liam in secret, keeping it all from him to protect him. It stung deeply that she hadn’t trusted him enough to confide in him, though he understood why. If he had known, he could have handled the matter himself. Instead, she carried this heavy burden for twenty-five long years.“I’m sorry, sir,
Emma had been hospitalized ever since the incident. She had grown close to Alvero, considering him like the little brother she never had. He had been her confidant, the one who supported her investigations into Liam when her suspicions began to grow. Alvero had been the first to take her fears seriously, guiding her with patience and care.But now, he was gone.The weight of that realization hit her like a wave. She could have been in that same car. Her mind raced to her driver—her driver who had betrayed her. Panic surged through her, and she bolted upright in bed, weak but determined."Ethan!" she screamed, her voice trembling.Her husband was by her side in an instant. "I'm here, sunshine. I’m here with you," Ethan cooed softly.She clung to him, her tears soaking into his shirt. "Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’m here," he whispered, gently patting her back, his voice a soothing balm to her breaking heart."My driver," she choked out, her voice raw. "Has he been caught?"Ethan sighed, nod
Emma sat in her office, her eyes fixed on the screen as the video played. Liam’s face appeared, his voice cold and calculated as he gave orders. Her hands trembled, and her body quivered uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face. Two accountants—two innocent lives—had been assassinated on Liam’s instructions.She wanted to stop watching. Every instinct in her screamed to turn off the video and look away, but she couldn’t. There were more clips—more evidence she had to see. If she wanted to protect her family, she had to endure this.She had always sensed Liam wasn’t a good friend to her husband. There was something about him—something slippery, something false. But never, not in her worst nightmares, had she thought he could be this dangerous. He was a murderer, a viper in their midst that needed to be stopped.Alvero, her trusted bodyguard, sat across from her, silently observing. He noticed her shaking hands and the devastation on her face. He knew what was coming—dark secrets sh
The two lovebirds were at it again, as if their desire for each other could never be quenched. Their passion burned brightly, unyielding, just like Prince Desmond’s parents, Ethan and Emma. Even in their older years, their love for one another remained fervent, an untouchable bond that time could never erode. Desmond had always admired their connection and quietly wished for a love like theirs. Now, with Arabella, he believed he had found something even deeper—a love that threatened to surpass theirs.Arabella was everything to him, a woman crafted for him by the heavens. She drove him mad in the best way, her presence a constant, magnetic pull on his soul. She had no idea just how much power she wielded over him.Tonight, as they moved together, he was utterly lost in her. She was made for him, her body molding perfectly to his. Her cries filled the room as he pushed deeper, her voice a soft, sensual melody that made him ache for more.“Desmond,” she gasped, her voice trembling with
Arabella slipped into a silk nightgown and sat at her vanity, tending to her skin. Her fingers moved mechanically, but her mind drifted elsewhere.She thought about her parents. Now that her life seemed to be settling into a new chapter, their absence felt heavier than ever. They had already given their consent to everything, but guilt still gnawed at her. She should have called them.Her behavior over the past weeks felt wrong, selfish even. She needed to go home, to confront the chaos she had left behind: her father, her mother, and the fragile new relationship they were trying to forge. She needed to face it all and find peace with it.Her thoughts shifted back to the present. She was still grappling with the reality of being part of the Williams family—something she had never dared to dream of. Yet, here she was, living in their world.It was overwhelming. Adjusting to their lifestyle wasn’t going to be easy. Fame was a heavy cloak to wear. Everywhere she went, people stared. The
[WILLIAMS MANSION]The Williams family mansion buzzed with lively chatter and the clinking of glasses as family and friends gathered to celebrate. The maids moved briskly, ensuring everything was perfect for the occasion, while the warm aroma of delicacies wafted through the air, hinting at the feast awaiting everyone.Emma’s father and his wife were among the crowd, as were Ethan’s mother and Elizabeth with her husband and two children. Laughter and conversation filled the air as groups of people sat or stood in clusters, catching up on life and exchanging stories.By the pool, Genna’s daughter splashed around with her two friends and Elizabeth’s children, enjoying the sunny day. It was a momentous occasion—Prince Ethan, the family heir, had finally found love, and his fiancée, Arabella, seemed to charm everyone she met. Her radiant smile and graceful demeanor made her the center of attention, and she was treated like a princess.Arabella’s excitement was palpable, though it couldn’t
PRINCE ETHAN'S POVThe soft sensation of wet kisses woke me, making me squint against the morning light. A lazy smile spread across my face. My girl was busy showering my face with affection. I never realized she loved me this much. Last night, she completely surprised me."Want more?" I teased, my tone playful.Her eyes widened in mock disbelief. "What? No! I'm sore. Besides, you almost killed me last night, and you know it."I chuckled, the memory making my chest swell with pride and a touch of guilt. I'd pushed us both to the edge, exhausting even myself."I'm sorry, baby," I said softly.Her brows furrowed, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "For what?""For going too far. It's just... I can't help myself when it comes to you," I admitted, my voice thick with sincerity.Her cheeks flushed a deep pink. My sugar girl. My world."I wanted it too," she whispered shyly, her voice barely audible."Does that mean we can go another round? I'm already rock hard just thinking about you,"