Emma's POV While we were about to have dinner with my parents, the inevitable happened. My sister Eva and Daniel, the man I was supposed to marry and the one my sister was marrying, now walked into the living room. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw Ryan and me together."Emma," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "You look… well," Daniel said, his tone is carefully neutral. "Thank you, Daniel," I replied, keeping my voice steady. "You too.""What a pleasant surprise, I didn't realize you would come with a man,"My heart raced as I tried to maintain my composure. " Daniel, this is Ryan, my boyfriend. And Ryan, he is Daniel, Eva's Fiance. " Ryan, ever the diplomat, extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Daniel." Daniel just looked at us and didn't bother to shake hands. There was a brief, awkward silence before Ryan stepped in, his hand resting possessively on my lower back."Daniel, I’ve heard a lot about you. Emma mentioned you’re quite the business mind."Daniel seeme
Emma's POV The tension in the room was so thick that it could easily be cut with a knife. Everyone was wondering if what he said was correct. " We have photographs that we clicked on our dates, I am living with her as my apartment has gone into redevelopment. We have many ways to prove that we are together I don't know how you could be so sure that she was single till last week, until and unless you were stalking her. Can you tell me why you were doing that when you were engaged to her younger sister Eva? How does it matter to you if she is dating someone or is single? Eva, dear, don't you think, you should be asking him questions instead of him asking her? He is not her boyfriend or fiance now. Emma is not bound to answer him, but I guess he is, to you." Ryan said, and Eva looked at Daniel, now he was looking uncomfortable. Ryan turned the table in a matter of a few seconds. His reassuring presence was the only thing keeping me from falling apart." All of you, please stop arguing
Emma's POV He was right, but the weight of Daniel's words was pressing heavily on my mind, and I finally broke down. " I am feeling very guilty about lying to my parents l. He's right, Ryan. My parents deserve the truth. This has gone on long enough."Ryan sighed, his expression pained. "Emma, I know this is hard. But if we come clean now, everything we've done will be for nothing. Your parents will never trust you again." He said. I nodded. Tears streamed down my face as I considered the implications. The web of lies had grown too much.He just wiped my tears and pulled me in his arms. For a change I let him hold me as I was feeling very guilty. Finally, I calmed down and realized that I was in his arms, I moved back, getting awkward I had never seen him in such an intimate setting before. The way his shirt strained against his broad shoulders, the way his fingers deftly unbuttoned his cuffs before rolling up his sleeves—it was all too much. He moved with an easy confidence, compl
Emma's POV I grabbed my pajamas—a plain tank top and shorts—and clutched them to my chest as if they could shield me from the intensity of his gaze. "I'm going to change," I said quickly, heading for the bathroom."Take your time," Ryan called after me, his voice laced with amusement. "I'll just be here... waiting."I could practically hear the smirk in his voice, and I had to resist the urge to slam the bathroom door behind me. Once inside, I took a deep breath, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My face was flushed, my eyes wide with a mix of anxiety and something else I wasn't ready to name. This was ridiculous. He was just a man. A man who had agreed to help me out of a tight spot, nothing more.But as I stripped out of my clothes and pulled on my pajamas, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than just a simple arrangement. The way he had held me earlier, when I broke down in front of him, the way he had wiped my tears away so gently... it had felt too re
Emma's POV We fell into an easy conversation after that, swapping stories about our childhoods, our likes and dislikes. For a while, it was almost as if we really were just two friends hanging out, the awkwardness slowly fading away. But every now and then, I would catch him looking at me with a strange intensity, his gaze lingering on my lips or the curve of my neck, and the tension would creep back in.At one point, he reached over to brush a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing my skin. The touch was brief, but it sent a shiver down my spine, and I turned my head quickly, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest"Emma, you are so beautiful." he said softly, his voice low and serious now. I swallowed hard, my heart beating faster. " Ryan, You know we don't have to keep up this act when it's just the two of us. You don't have to say all that to me."He was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he reached out and took my hand in his, his thum
Emma's POV The morning dawned bright and clear. The estate was buzzing with activity, as preparations for Eva’s big day were well underway. Ryan and I had spent the night in the same room, but he was still not back to our room. I went out looking for him and saw him in the garden, looking as fresh and charming as ever, having tea with my grandmother.He greeted me with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek, his arm slipping around my waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Good morning, beautiful. I was wondering if you were awake or not and was about to come back to our room to wake you up. Ready for today?"I nodded, trying to ignore the fluttering in my stomach. "As ready as I’ll ever be."I greeted my grandmother who was looking at us with scrutiny. " You are looking beautiful as always. I swear, you looked so pretty sleeping in my arms that I didn't want to get up till we had another round... But I didn't have the heart to spoil your beauty sleep. " He said ca
Emma's POV Watching them together, I wondered if Eva was truly happy or if she was simply going along with this to please our father. Dad had always been difficult to please, his expectations impossibly high, and I feared that Eva, in her desire to make him proud, might be sacrificing her own happiness.As I walked into the grand ballroom, memories I’d rather forget came rushing back, uninvited and unwelcome. The faces around me were the same ones that had been present at my engagement to Daniel, and at what was supposed to be our wedding day. They had witnessed my decision to cancel the wedding just a day before the ceremony, and I knew that people had not forgotten. In fact, I could feel their eyes on me, and the whispers that followed me like a shadow, reminding me that this was not just Eva’s night; it was also a painful reminder of my past.The room was filled with elegant women in glittering gowns and men in sharp tuxedos, all gathered to celebrate my sister’s happiness. But be
Emma's POV For the first time that night, I felt a little lighter, the oppressive weight of the past beginning to lift.But the night wasn’t over yet. As we continued to mingle, others took their turn trying to get a reaction out of me. Some were subtle, like Mr. Thompson, who made a pointed comment about “second chances” while glancing between me and Daniel across the room. Others were more blatant, like Mrs. Greene, who openly asked how it felt to see Eva with Daniel as if they were expecting me to confess some deep regret.Each time, Ryan was there, quick with a sharp retort or a subtle redirection that left the other person either flustered or silenced. It was as if he could sense when I was beginning to feel overwhelmed, stepping in to shield me from the worst of it.At one point, during a particularly tense conversation with an old family friend who couldn’t resist bringing up the past, Ryan simply took my hand and squeezed it gently, cutting the conversation short with a disa