Emma's POV I am not sure what to think anymore. The only person I ever trusted decided to betray me. How did I go wrong by trusting him? He granted me every wish that I could have asked for. I felt so loved by him. Before I met him? Before meeting him, I had never been in a relationship, but ever since we exchanged vows, he has been the greatest man I could have asked for. Why would he do that to me? Did he not have enough trust in me to tell me about his ex-wife and mother? I assumed marriage was about trust and companionship. I don't know what else to think. A knock on my office door broke my train of thought. "Come in," I said. The door opened, and Alvero entered with a quick, long stride. He was holding an iPad. I furrow my brows at him. I understand I sent him on an errand. But what is with the iPad he is holding? "What is it?" I inquired, my gaze drawn to his hand. He smiled as he held my gaze. "Everything you need to know about the Boss and his ex is right h
"Mr Williams, please" "Stop calling me that!" he yelled at me. "You do not have the right to yell at me, Ethan," I said, standing up to him. I have tried to avoid this confrontation, but it appears he will not let me. I got up from my seat and approached him. "You have no right to shout at me. Is there anyone who has the right to shout? That would be me." I locked eyes with him, glaring at him because I was so angry right now. He grabbed my hands with his own and slapped himself repeatedly. I struggled to free myself from his grip, but he would not let go. I was weak. I am not strong enough to fight him. I just want to be left alone. He knelt and hugged my hips, pleading. "I am sorry, Cupcake. I never intended to hide anything from you. Trust me. "I wanted to deal with it myself." He began to explain himself while sobbing. I was also in tears. But it also hurt. And I am jealous. How could he? I am angry not just because he kept his problem from me, but also because he was with
Emma's POVI looked at the woman in front of me and tapped my thigh, trying to figure out how to start this conversation with her.She has a sly smirk on her beautiful makeup face, and her fingers are playing through her long blonde hair. I exhaled and checked my wristwatch for time.After a few more seconds. I started. "I will get straight to the point. I have two questions for you, and I need a sincere response. "No games or lies." She remained quiet, and I knew it was a sign for me to continue. "Why are you blackmailing my husband?" I inquired.She stopped playing with her hair, and she no longer wears that sly grin. After staring at me to her satisfaction. She finally spoke. "It depends on who you're talking about. "I need a name," she violated my rule.Because I do not want to irritate her and want to finish this without wasting any time. I just let it go. "Why are you trying to blackmail Mr. Ethan Williams?" I asked once more."Because I can," she responded. But I am not going
Ethan's POV "Daddy, Daddy, wake up!" Elizabeth's laughter and excitement filled the room, forcing me to wake up from my nap. I opened one eye, revealing her lovely face. I want to get more sleep. I could not get a good night's sleep last night because I was caring for Emma, who vomited almost everything she ate. I had no idea pregnancy could be so difficult. Especially since she is still not talking to me. I am not sure what else I need to do to earn her forgiveness. "DAD!?" Elizabeth screamed, jolting me out of my thoughts. "Sweetheart, please." I need to sleep. "I will come to you when I wake up." I shifted to the other side of the bed and pulled the covers over myself. She drew the covers away and sat on me. "Dad. Mom said you should come down. Someone has come to see you," as soon as I hear her call her mother. I got out of bed and dashed to the bathroom to clean my face. Elizabeth giggled and followed me into the restroom, but I ignored her and brushed my teeth instead. A
Emma's POV "Eric introduced a woman into Ethan's life. Her name is Martha. She is his best friend's daughter. She had betrayed him and abandoned him. But when I learned that Ethan had found love. I was extremely happy for my son. Eric could not have fought it, no matter how hard he tried. Ethan was very much like his father. When they love. They put all of their heart into it. So, I am pleading. Do not destroy your bond. Ethan is all yours," I cried in her arms. In every way, she is a mother I never had. Her warm embrace gave me peace. I showered and then came out of the bathroom. My hair was still wet and drying. I sensed hands encircling my waist from behind. I am aware of whose hands it was. But I chose to ignore it. Somehow. I am still hurting. But for the sake of our family. I let it pass. "Can we talk?" I am blown away by his hot breath. I squeeze my legs as I get a shock of electricity running through my body. This is how he usually affects me. So I looked at him. An
"What do you mean, she is missing?" Ethan took Albert by the collar of his shirt and drew him closer. He was filled with rage. "Your sole responsibility was to watch her. How did she disappear without you knowing? Hmm? Answer me?" He could not contain his rage. "Oh my God. This is one of the reasons I opposed her going out. But you said it was just for her to clear her desk at work. Now your pregnant wife is missing. She sobs. Ethan pulled away from Albert "We were on our way to work when she had a sudden craving for ice cream. She asked me to get her some. Which I did. But when I came back. She was no longer there. I searched everywhere I could. But, to no avail. Her bag and phone are still in the car, which only means that" he paused for a second, "I believe she has been kidnapped." He concluded With his hands clasped together and elbows resting on his upper thigh, Ethan sat on the stairway, staring directly into Albert's eyes. Zack came in right away. "Sir," he says, bowing
"I believe you are aware that my late father was not William's biological son. He was adopted. The Williams cared for him, and he became their heir until Ethan's father was born. The Williams family had given up on Margaret. They believed she would never conceive. So, following his adoption, my father was treated as a prince. However, Ethan's father then came into play. My father was poorly treated. They abandoned him, leaving him to fend for himself. He worked in that company as a regular employee. I was born into that family, Emma. I can tell you this after my father died. I was treated like trash in that house. Grandmother treated me like a maid in that house. However, Ethan was kind to me. We both grew up together. We attended school together. However, we were treated differently. Ethan received royal treatment. While I was being treated like a slave. Throughout my childhood, I was unaware that my father was adopted. When I got married. At that time. My grandmother was n
"Emma. I am not sure what happened to us. After Grandpa died. Ethan changed. It was as if I never knew him. He changed completely. I still love him, Emma. She poured her heart out. Emma, on the other hand, recognized genuine emotion in the way she spoke. She recognized her sincere heart and devised a plan to reunite them as a family. Emma recognized Ethan's desire for a family. She saw how broken Ethan was after losing his grandfather, and how he believed he had also lost Elisa. "And for what? Inheritance?" She thought about it. Emma was cut off before she could speak. Elisa beat her to it. "You know what? You are free to go. To hell with the inheritance. I do not care any more. You are free to leave Emma. Just forget about it all. "I hope you will forgive me." She apologized. "What?" Emma was shocked when Elisa left her in the room. Soon, a man entered the room where Emma was. "Ma'am. Please come with me. I was asked to drop you off at home." Said the man. Emma dashed after
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,"