Emma's POV I exhaled shakily, slumping back in my chair as a wave of nausea rolled over me. That had been too close. The panic of nearly being caught still buzzed under my skin, and I knew I couldn’t keep doing this. The lies, the secrets, the constant fear—it was tearing me apart. Worse, it was putting James at risk. If Ryan ever found out the truth, if he ever discovered that James was his son… I didn’t know what he would do, but I couldn’t risk it. I wouldn’t risk it.I needed to get out. The thought struck me with sudden clarity. I couldn’t stay in this suffocating situation any longer, not with Ryan’s possessive behavior growing more intense by the day. I started making quiet plans in my mind—considering moving to another city, somewhere far from his reach, where I could raise James in peace. Maybe I could continue my designing work from a small country town on the outskirts of the city, where no one would know me or my family connections.But as these thoughts swirled in my hea
Emma's POV "She’s been giving me signals, boss," Cade blurted out suddenly, his face flushed with defiance. "You think she’s innocent in all this? She’s been flirting with me for weeks! Always looking at me, always giving me those subtle little hints. She’s just playing the victim now because you’re here." He said and I was taken aback. The room went utterly still. I could feel the blood drain from my face as Cade’s words hit me like a slap. How dare he? How could he twist things around like that, making it seem like I had invited his attention?" What?? No..." I was saying but could not find words due to shock. Ryan’s expression darkened further, his lips pulling back in a snarl. "What did you just say?" His voice was low, dangerous, like a storm about to break.Cade, emboldened by the attention, crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. "You think I’m lying? No, sir! You have known me for three years; I would not lie to you for such a slut. She’s been all over me with her li
Emma's POV "Emma, are you alright?" he turned to me and said, his voice still tinged with anger, "You’re not to entertain anyone else’s advances—inside or outside of work. You belong to me and have the authority to fire anyone in the office without even asking me anything. Come to my cabin! " Ryan said and pulled me with him. " I need water... Coffee. I am coming." I said. " Someone will get it for you, come!" "I am coming. " "Come fast." He said and went away. The possessiveness in his voice, the way he had declared it so publicly, made my stomach twist in discomfort. I knew he was jealous, but this—this was too much. He had crossed a line, and now the entire office was buzzing with rumors.You belong to me.His words echoed in the suddenly too-quiet office. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I realized every single one of my colleagues had heard him. The murmur of whispers began almost instantly, a ripple of gossip spreading through the room like wildfire.I was feel
Emma's POV I couldn’t do this anymore. The constant pressure, the lies, the rumors. It was too much. Ryan’s protectiveness, his possessiveness, was suffocating. I couldn’t breathe under the weight of it all.I had barely managed to collect myself when the door swung open, and I heard footsteps behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was."Emma," Ryan’s voice was soft now, full of regret.I shook my head, keeping my back to him. "Why can’t you just let me live my life, Ryan? Why do you have to control everything?""I’m not trying to control you," he said, stepping closer. "I’m trying to protect you.""By doing this?" I spun around to face him, my tear-streaked face full of anger. "You think punching someone in front of the entire office is protecting me? By declaring that I belong to you is protecting me? You’ve just made everything worse!" I retorted. He looked at me, his expression torn like he didn’t know how to fix what he had broken. "I’m sorry. I just… I can’t st
Emma's POV "Let me go, I quit, do whatever you want to... I don't care anymore." I whispered, trying to pull my hand free. But he wouldn’t let go."Emma, please don't!" he said again, louder this time, his voice steady and unwavering. "I am sorry, you know how much, I love you. I will not be able to take it this time." He said again louder, this time as if he was not certain that I had heard it or not the last time he said it. And he was desperate for me to know. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. The entire office gasped in unison, a collective intake of breath as they watched the scene unfold.I stood frozen, mortified as every eye in the room turned toward me. The heat of their gazes burned my skin, and I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to tumble into an abyss I wasn’t ready to face.Ryan’s grip on my wrist softened, but he didn’t let go. His eyes locked onto mine, full of a raw, unspoken intensity that left me breathless."I love you," he repea
Emma's POV The room was deathly quiet now. Even the whispers had stopped. I could feel everyone’s eyes on us, but I didn’t care. I had to say this. I had to get it out before I lost my nerve."I’m leaving," I said, my voice soft but firm. "Please," I whispered. "Let me go."For a moment, I thought he would fight me. I thought he would grab my hand, pull me back into his world, and refuse to let me walk away. But instead, he just stood there, his face pale, his eyes full of regret."Emma…"I shook my head. "Goodbye, Ryan."And with that, I turned and walked out of the office. The silence followed me, the weight of everyone’s stares burning into my back, but I didn’t look back.I walked down the hallway, my heart heavy but resolute. The tears blurred my vision, but I kept moving, one foot in front of the other. For the first time in a long time, I was choosing myself. I was choosing my freedom.And for once, I wasn’t looking back.******** I reached home and after changing to my nigh
Emma's POV Just then the delivery boy came with the food I ordered. Ryan paid him the money and told him to take it away and eat it if he wanted to. He smiled and went away thanking him. " Ryan! How dare you? I ordered that. " " But I didn't want to eat that and since I am home, I want to share my meal with you. Let's go somewhere and have dinner, then we will come here to sleep or you can come to my hotel." " I am not going to spend nights with you. " I said glaring at him. " And I am not ready to stay away from you. " He said as if everything was normal between us. Ughhh!!! " Cut the drama and come with me or I will start mine as I will not leave you alone. I am starving! " He said and looked at me in such a way as if he wanted me to take the sentence in another way as well. A shiver went through me. " Wait here, I will change and come. " " Well, by the time I am waiting here, why don't I meet your neighbors? After all, we are going to be neighbors. " He said and turned to
Emma's POV I was stunned into silence as we ascended a sweeping stone staircase to the entrance. My heart sank further with each step, the sheer scale of the home pressing down on me. The interior was as grand as the exterior—marble floors, high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings, and expansive rooms that seemed to stretch endlessly. The grandeur, while impressive, felt cold and unwelcoming. It was more hotel than home, a stark contrast to the warmth and intimacy I yearned for.But it was huge, the sort of place that would take a small army to run and maintain it and I hated it for that reason. We were standing at the bottom of the curved stone steps. Ryan’s gaze was expectant, hopeful even, as we stood at the base of the grand staircase. "Well? What do you think?"The interior was larger than life and looked like a hotel itself, and it was not at all cozy. I hesitated, my mind racing. "Why are you asking me?" I managed, my voice tinged with unease."Isn’t it obvious, love?"