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
Emma's POV As the night wore on, I found it increasingly difficult to distinguish between what was real and what wasn’t. Ryan’s touch, once merely a part of the performance, began to feel more natural, more genuine. His presence was a comfort, a steadying force that kept me grounded amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. I could feel myself slipping, the lines between pretend and reality beginning to blur. Every time he smiled at me, every time he held me close, I had to fight the urge to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was something real between us.The engagement ceremony was a spectacle in itself. The room was filled with the sound of clinking glasses and soft music as Eva and Daniel exchanged rings, their every move followed by the watchful eyes of the guests. Ryan stood by my side the entire time, his hand resting gently on the small of my back, a constant source of support. He made sure I was included in every conversation, always making me feel like we belo
Emma's POV Ryan walked with me, his arm around my waist as we made our way out. The cool night air was a welcome relief after the warmth of the ballroom, and I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind. But even as we walked outside, the events of the night played over and over in my head, a whirlwind of emotions that I couldn’t quite make sense of.When Ryan reached for my hand, his fingers lacing through mine, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I looked at him, his profile illuminated by the passing streetlights, and I realized that, for better or worse, I was no longer sure where the act ended and where the truth began.As we walked inside we saw my family sitting there. They all were happy about the party and discussed how it went so well. Once we had a nightcap, we all went to our rooms and I was again feeling conscious of the fact that we were going to share the room as well as the bed. I cleaned my makeup, freshened up, and changed into my nightwear. I got into my bed on