Emma's POV "So she should serve you hot meals and be ready to please you in bed, like a slave?" I challenged, my patience wearing thin."A slave? No, of course not. But as a willing partner, to share in life’s pleasures," Peter clarified as if that made it any better."This is pointless. We’re not on the same page. Our views on marriage are completely different," I declared, deciding there and then to end the conversation."I didn’t say anything out of the ordinary. This is what every man expects from his wife," Peter defended, clearly taken aback."Well, then I have a problem with all such men. Women are not objects to be used for a man's convenience. We have our own identities and our dreams. Marriage should be a partnership, not a master-servant relationship. I’m sorry, Peter, but I’m not interested in your kind of marriage. Goodbye," I stated firmly, standing up to leave before he could say another word.Still fuming, I returned to the office, only to walk straight into what felt
Emma's POV George sighed in relief, "What a relief. Now both of you, follow me."We followed George to my office. Once inside, I demanded, "Now, explain why you dragged him here."Ryan, equally curious, added, "Yes, I’m eager to hear this as well."George began, "Emma, you mentioned needing a boyfriend to placate your family, so I thought—"Ryan cut him off, looking far too pleased with himself. "Boyfriend? I’m all in!"I shot back, "Well, I’m not. I don’t need him or anyone to pretend to be my boyfriend."Ryan, intrigued, asked, "Pretend?"George explained, "Emma’s family is pressuring her to settle down. Her younger sister is about to get married, and her mother has given her a deadline to show up with a boyfriend or fiancé—or else they'll choose one for her."Ryan leaned back, clearly enjoying the unfolding drama. "So, you want me to play the role of her boyfriend or fiancé?"George nodded. "If you're willing..."I interrupted, feeling cornered. "I’m not sure about this... It does
Emma's POV " The man you went to meet today, came back after meeting you and said that he was sure that you were... not into men. " Eva said. " WHAT??? " I was shocked to hear that. Oh no!! Shit!!! I could not even breathe... Eva didn't say anything and just continued to look at me. " WHAT? What are you saying? Why didn't you tell me? " I was shocked, and just then, Daniel came in. He looked at me with a weird expression. Then he placed his arm around Eva's waist as if he wanted to prove something to me. " I have been trying to contact you since then. Where the hell were you?? And when you picked up the call you yelled at me instead of listening to me. " Eva asked " I was busy, and later I left my phone in the car. " I lied. " Is it true? " She asked me." What? I really forgot the phone in the car. Have you never forgotten your phone in the car? I was very tired, so it escaped my mind but as..." I was explaining. " I am not asking that, because I am sure you are lyin
Emma's POV "Are you out of your mind? Eva, please make him understand, or tell him to leave. I was uncomfortable because I didn't even like him, and on top of that, he was telling me to be ready to try new things in bed and leave my work as he earns very well. I don't like such men. Why did mom want such a man to be her son-in-law ??" I retorted. " Are you sure?? " Eva asked." Of course I am... Why are you even asking?? He was fake." I replied. " Do you know grandma was so shocked? She instantly had the stroke. Mom also got unconscious. " Eva said" I think she is lying, Eva. " He said. " That is the exact reason why I refused to marry you. You think exactly like dad who thinks that... Let it be... I don't want that stupid discussion. I am not interested in those men who just want a beautiful wife as they want a beautiful body in their bed. It's high time that men should start treating their women as equals. Women are more than just a beautiful, warm, soft, and cuddly body in
Emma's POV Feeling trapped and frustrated, I came out of the room and came to stand by a big window in the corridor. What shall I do now? Shall I tell everyone the reason why I dared not to marry him?? No, Eva would be hurt, she would not listen to me. What if she really loved him? What if she thinks that I was jealous as they were together now? She looked insecure earlier. But I must tell her why I left him.Yes!! I must. Then it would be up to her if she believes me or not. Well, I wasn’t interested in being another man’s accessory. I was determined to build a career for myself, to stand on my own two feet without depending on my father, my husband, or anyone else.If I were ever to marry, it would be for love, not convenience. I wanted a life partner, not a ringmaster, cracking the whip while I dutifully followed his commands. A life partner, in my mind, meant someone who would share the journey with me, where we’d have equal say and equal rights in our shared life. I wasn’t
Emma's POV Her gaze was sultry as she continued caressing him all over with long and slender fingers, her voice ever so hypnotizing.“Darling, don't you feel guilty doing this with me when you're getting married to Emma the day after tomorrow?”“What's there to be guilty about? Is there a difference between doing it on the eve of my wedding or on normal days? Besides, she'll never know about us.”His voice was deep and strained.“But what if... I mean, what if she suddenly comes over and catches us red-handed? What do you think she'll do? Will she call off the wedding?”"She would not dare to. She is just like a lifeless puppet, her dad controls her. She won't dare to call off the wedding. Don't worry and don't spoil the live making by reminding me of her. " " Why are you even marrying her if your mood gets spoiled just by thinking of her? " " Because of her family connections, of course. She is the elder daughter of a Wales family. I want to get married to her because of her conne
Chapter 19When I reached my car, I collapsed into the driver’s seat, my whole body shaking with the force of my sobs. How could I have been so dumb and stayed engaged to him till now? How could I have let it get this far? All those months of pretending, of forcing myself to do something I wasn’t interested in, just to please my father, to live up to his expectations. And for what? To be humiliated, to have my heart shattered by a man who didn’t even care enough to be faithful?I drove aimlessly for hours, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Every time I thought I had cried myself out, another wave of tears would hit me, harder than the last. I felt like I was drowning, suffocating under the weight of my despair.Eventually, I found myself parked outside my home, the one place where I had always felt safe. But tonight, even that sanctuary felt tainted, the walls closing in on me as I sat there, staring at the house through tear-filled eyes.I didn’t want to go inside. I coul
Emma's POVI have been staring out of the window, my fingers tapping the glass rhythmically. I had a feeling this conversation was going to be tough.Eva's voice broke the silence. "Emma, what are we going to do now? And why aren't you interested in getting married? What happened to the man you mentioned two months ago? Don’t tell me there’s no one, and you were just buying time."I sighed, turning to face my sister. "He’s still around, but we’re not together. I met someone else, and we have just started our relationship."Eva's eyes narrowed. "Oh, and you'll need more time again... Don’t play games now.""I'm not playing games. There's someone else," I explained, my frustration rising."I don't trust you now, but if there's someone, it's good for you. The rumors won't stop; you're famous and wealthy. Reporters will make you more famous for the wrong reasons," Eva said, expressing her doubts."Why do people have to judge me?" I wondered aloud. "Even if I'm homosexual, it’s my life. Wh
Emma's POV Stepping into the kitchen, I leaned against the counter, the tension of the evening finally catching up with me. This wasn’t just about James’s happiness. This was about us. About the unresolved past, the hurt, the betrayal.Ryan might be trying to play the hero now, but I couldn’t forget how we had ended up here. And no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t let myself fall for his charm again.As much as I had enjoyed seeing James so happy tonight, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Ryan was playing a game. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to play along anymore." Hey! Let me help you. " " No thanks! I don't need your help. And what the hell do you think you were doing there? " " Where? What did I do now?" He asked, feigning an innocence and he looked exactly like a mature version of James when he did that." Oh, you have no idea, what you were doing there in that damn tent? Don't you dare to touch me again? I don't like to be touched like that." I yelled. And my eyes got mo
Emma's POV " Yey!! Let me get the snacks. " James got out of the tent. " You are so soft... I want to bury myself in you..." He said as soon as James went away." Shut up! And get away from me." I tried to get out of his arms but he tightened his arms around me." Why don't you accept that your body is melting against mine." He said. " Ryan! Back off! " " No! I am having fun with my family." Just then James brought the snacks in. They both started enjoying the snacks and made me eat too. While Ryan's left hand was still on my belly, holding me against him. While James was busy telling his story. I was just aware that he was saying something while Ryan's reactions seemed to be normal as if he was not holding me. James was still very happy and excited.God! Please put him to sleep. " Let's go out and have dinner as well. I prepared your favorite, baked pasta." I tried to tempt James with his favorite dish as I wanted to go out of there. " No! Wait! I will get that too. " He wen
Emma's POV " We should be comfortable and yet should sit as close as possible to be more cosy and safe, in case some ghost comes here. " He said already shifting behind me." Dad!!! A ghost can come here??" He looked scared " Maybe... Ghosts are naughty. " Ryan said smirking at me. " Momm!!!" James caught my hand tightly. " Don't worry, honey, I will kill the ghost if it tries to be naughty," I said, glaring at him over my shoulder, and he burst out laughing. " What is so funny? " I asked. "Isn't your Mom very cute and funny, James? She can't kill the ghost; they are too stubborn and naughty. Do what they like; you can't stop him. " " Mom, a ghost is already dead, how will you kill it?" He also started laughing. " I can kill a few stubborn, notorious ghosts." I glared at Ryan. He whispered against my ear, 'Kill me with your lips, Love. Kiss me, every inch of me. I will die out of pleasure." I hit him in his ribs with my elbow. He just chuckled. Idiot!!!My back was plastered
Emma's POV James, completely oblivious, clung to the edge of the blanket, his excitement bubbling over. “Dad, what was the scariest thing you’ve ever seen?”Ryan shifted closer to me, his leg brushing against mine, sending a shudder through my body that I tried to ignore. “Hmm,” Ryan mused, pretending to think while his fingers traced small, lazy circles on my knee. I bit the inside of my cheek, willing myself not to react. Not in front of James.“The scariest thing?” Ryan repeated, his hand inching higher towards my core creating havoc in me. “I think it’s when your mummy tries to drive on the motorway.” he winked at me. Idiot!! James burst out laughing, his giggles filling the small space, while I elbowed Ryan sharply in the ribs. “Very funny, I drive perfectly. I was worried about James. ” I muttered, shifting slightly to move his hand away.But Ryan, the persistent devil that he was, simply smirked and let his hand slide right back, resting it lightly on my waist this time. Th
Emma's POV As I searched through the cupboards, pulling out bags of crisps, marshmallows, and some leftover biscuits, I couldn’t help but listen to the laughter coming from the living room. James was full of giggles, and Ryan—he had this way of making everything seem like an adventure. I heard furniture scraping against the floor and Ryan giving exaggerated instructions as if they were on a grand expedition.For dinner, I prepared, Pasta bake (cheesy, family-friendly, simple but comforting, perfect for their mood of a cozy night in the camp.I peered around the kitchen doorway to see them dragging chairs into the middle of the room, draping blankets over the top to create their makeshift tent. Ryan was completely in his element, crouched on the floor with James, carefully placing cushions inside their new “camp.” I had to admit, it was adorable watching the two of them.“Careful with that blanket,” Ryan said in an overly dramatic tone. “This is no ordinary blanket, James. This is our
Emma's POV " Would not it have been better if we had gone to my hotel room? " He asked and I glared. He raised his hands in surrender, still smiling. “Alright, alright. Just offering. But you know, with the three of us in that one little bedroom tonight, it’s going to get cozy.”I nearly choked on the water, I was drinking, my face flushing. “Excuse me?”James, completely oblivious to the innuendo, laughed. “It’ll be like camping, Mummy!”Ryan grinned at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Yeah, like camping. Just us three… all snug and close. Cozy.” he winked. Idiot! As if...But I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. “You’ll be on the sofa, Ryan. Don’t even think otherwise.”He chuckled, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping so only I could hear. “Oh, c'mon, Emma, we both know, you will enjoy having me in bed. Don't bother to deny it.”I glared at him, ignoring the way his nearness sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. This wasn’t happening. I was not going to let him
Emma's POV Suddenly, James tugged at my sleeve, pulling me from my thoughts. “Mummy, are you okay?”I forced a smile, nodding. “I’m fine, sweetheart.”Ryan’s eyes flickered toward me, his expression softening for just a moment before he turned back to James. “Right, let’s finish up and get home. We’ve got a living room to camp in, remember?”As we left the diner, James happily chatted about all the “camping” supplies they’d need; I couldn’t shake the growing unease in my chest. Ryan was laughing and planning with James as if we were a normal family, but things were far from normal. I wasn’t sure if I could let my guard down.One thing was clear, though: James was thrilled. And as long as he was happy, I would go along with their ridiculous plans… even if it meant letting Ryan be a little too close for comfort.We reached my home, and he stopped the car; before he could say Anything, I got out of the car, turned on my heel, and headed for the door. He followed behind me, his footsteps
Emma's POV Ryan raised an eyebrow but didn’t press it. Instead, he turned back to James. “So, mate, I’ve been thinking. Once we finish this monstrous milkshake, we should plan something fun. You know, a real adventure. How about we build a fort when we get home? Or…” His eyes twinkled mischievously. “We could camp in the living room tonight. I’ll bring my torch, and we’ll tell scary stories. What do you say?”James gasped, bouncing in his seat. “Can we, Mummy? Please? Can we camp in the living room?”I blinked at them, half-expecting Ryan to burst out laughing at the absurdity of his suggestion. But he was dead serious—and so was James. “I don’t think we have space for that…”Ryan cut in, shaking his head. “Emma, where’s your sense of adventure? We don’t need space. We’ll make it work. Move some furniture, throw down some blankets. It’ll be like we’re out in the wild!”“Camping… in my flat?” I asked, incredulous.“Exactly,” Ryan said, giving me a grin that I both hated and… found a l
Ryan's POV Great! Simply great!! Now you see, my love, how I won you back; no matter what happened in the past, I am going to resolve it and have you in my home, in my bed, and my arms, soon, very soon. You are mine!! Emma's POV “Fine,” Ryan said, finally relenting, though his tone was still far too smug for my liking. “If you insist on your flat, we’ll go there. But don’t think this is over, Emma. We’ll talk more about what’s best for James.”I glared at him but said nothing; he drove back toward my flat. I was looking out of the window. Just then James asked from the back seat, “Mummy! Can we stop for lunch? I’m starving!”“Starving?” Ryan scoffed dramatically, quickening his pace to catch up with James. “Didn't you eat breakfast, son?”James giggled. “But that was 3 hours ago! I’m a growing boy.”Ryan smiled at him through the rearview mirror. “Alright, alright. You’re right. A growing boy needs fuel. How about we stop at that diner just up the street? The one with those massive