Emma's POV My heart pounded in my chest. “It’s not any of your business, Ryan. But let me tell you, and I told this to Cade as well, repeatedly, that I’m not interested.”Ryan’s voice grew even colder. “I don’t want any more distractions. And if you think you can use your position to attract attention, think again. You belong to me. Now come to my office immediately.”The possessiveness in his tone was suffocating. He made it clear that despite our strained relationship, he considered me his domain. His comments about “belonging” to him were infuriating and humiliating, Cursing him, I went to Ryan's cabin and he made good on his threat. The workload doubled, and the pressure was relentless. Files piled up on the desk, each one more urgent than the last. Every time I thought I had a moment to breathe, another task would appear, and Ryan would be there, watching, waiting for me to break.But I refused to give him that satisfaction. I worked late into the night, pushing myself to the
Emma's POV Finally, it was evening after a particularly grueling day; I found myself staying late at the office, trying to catch up on the mountain of work that had been dumped on me. The office was quiet; the only sound was the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. I had just finished a report when my phone buzzed—James.I glanced at the clock. It was past his bedtime.Oh god! He was already upset and I forgot to call him. He must have been waiting for me to call and comfort him. With a sigh, I answered the call, keeping my voice low. “James, honey, I am sorry; I had so much work to do that I didn't realize that it was time to talk to you. I am sorry, honey, but will change very soon." " Mom, are you so busy that you can't even talk to me for five minutes? It seems, no one loves me." He sounded very hurt. My heart went out when I heard him say that. He was my life. The most important person in my life. " Please don't say that honey; I love you the most in the entire world. It'
Emma's POV Flashback....I wanted to trust Ryan, to believe that what was happening between us was real, that it wasn’t just another illusion, another charade that would eventually crumble and leave me more broken than before. But trusting meant being vulnerable, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that. Not yet.So, I decided to focus on the present, on the small moments that made me feel alive, that made me feel something other than the numbness I’d grown so used to. The way Ryan’s hand felt when it brushed against mine, the way his eyes softened when he looked at me, the way his voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket when he spoke. Those were the things I clung to, the things that kept me grounded, even as the storm of emotions continued to rage inside me.And maybe, just maybe, if I held on to those moments long enough, I’d find the strength to take that leap, to step off the edge of the cliff and into the unknown. But for now, I was content to wait, to let the tension buil
Emma's POV Ryan didn’t look surprised, but there was a flash of something in his eyes—relief, maybe, or understanding. He nodded slowly, his hand still lingering near my face as if he wasn’t sure whether to pull away or cup my cheek again. “We don’t have to figure it all out right now, Emma,” he said softly. “We can take it one step at a time.”“I know,” I whispered, though the thought of moving at a snail’s pace made me feel like I was suffocating. “It’s just… I’m not used to this.”“Used to what?”“To feel this way,” I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. To want something so badly, but not knowing if I can actually handle it...I thought in my mind as I could not say this aloud And then, just as the protagonist confessed his love in the most heart-wrenching scene, Ryan paused the film and turned to me, his face earnest."Emma," he began softly, his voice full of an emotion I couldn’t quite identify, "There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you."My heart skipped a beat, and
Emma's POV Ryan’s expression softened, and he leaned in slightly, his hand finally settling on my cheek. “Emma, you’ve been through a lot. It’s okay to feel conflicted. You don’t have to have all the answers right now. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out together, no rush.”I closed my eyes at his words, a wave of emotion crashing over me. How could he be so understanding? So patient? It was everything I needed, but also everything that scared me. Because deep down, I knew that once I let my guard down, once I allowed myself to fall for him completely, there would be no going back. And that terrified me.It terrified me because I was concerned about him. “Ryan,” I said, my voice trembling," I can’t give you what you want. I don’t want you to regret this later.”“Why would I ever regret wanting to be with you?” he asked, his tone filled with genuine bewilderment.“Are... you even... listening?” I stammered, “I told you, I don’t think I’m capable of loving anyo
Emma's POV " What's wrong with you? How can you even think that you are not capable of loving? I will never regret marrying you. And if you do not agree, I will never marry. Tell me, do you think, I will be happy then? " He asked me, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. " Why?? Why can't you marry some nice girl, who could love you back? You deserve to be loved back, I am very frigid, never felt anything for anyone. " I was hell-bent to convince him." You are a very nice girl and I want to marry you." " But after we get married, you will expect me to... I mean... Please, Ryan, try and understand. I will not be able to reciprocate. You will never be happy. " I said looking into his eyes. " Don't make excuses, if you don't want to marry me, say that you don't want to directly. " I said as I was thoroughly irritated now. " I am not lying. " " No!! I have seen the way your body reacts to mine..." " No! I get uncomfortable. " " Ok, fine!! I would rather have a Frigid Bride
Emma's POV Flashback..." Emma, will you please marry me and make me the happiest man on this planet? " He asked. Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded slowly. “Okay,” I whispered. “Okay, Ryan. I’ll marry you.”A smile broke across his face, the purest, happiest smile I had ever seen. And in that moment, I knew that, despite all my fears and doubts, this was the right decision. Because with Ryan, I felt something I had never felt before—a sense of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted for who I was.As he kissed me, softly and sweetly, I felt the first flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t as broken as I thought. Maybe, with Ryan’s love, I could learn to love myself and, in turn, love him the way he deserved.My heart was in my throat. “Ryan, I’m scared,” I admitted.“I know,” he said, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. “But I’ll be here, every step of the way. You don’t have to do this alone.”And for the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to believe in
Emma's POV I could picture it already, the two of us standing under the bright lights of Las Vegas, the world melting away until it was just the two of us.“And Eva?” I asked quietly, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “What if she feels upset that we didn’t wait?”Ryan smiled, a soft, understanding smile that made my heart flutter. “We’ll tell her together, and I’m sure she’ll understand. She loves you, and she knows how much we mean to each other. This is our moment, Emma. Let’s not let it slip away. Say, yes, please! " I bit my lip, my mind racing, but deep down, I knew my answer. I loved him, wanted him. And for once in my life, I wanted to do something purely for myself, for my happiness.“Alright,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and fear. “Let’s do it. Let’s go to Las Vegas and get married.”Ryan’s face lit up with a grin that made my stomach flip. He leaned, pressing a quick, passionate kiss to my lips. “You won’t regret this, Emma. I promise you.”"