“Come on! Tell already! I want to know all the details. What happened there?” Jenna said excitedly clapping her hands. She looked at Emery with eager eyes sitting in front of her. Emery blinked forcing herself to stop remembering the last night’s scene. “Nothing happened,” Emery replied shortly and tried her best to Jenna pouted, as she didn’t get the answer she wanted, “You’re no fun, Em. Fine, don’t tell me. I will not tell you anything from now on too.” Emery shook her head at her childish nature. "Come on!" Spill already! I want all of the juicy facts. "What happened?" Jenna demanded, almost leaping in her chair.Emery blinked, attempting to break free from the spiral of recollections from the previous night. "Nothing happened," she stated honestly, attempting to appear unconcerned as she sipped her coffee.Jenna rolled her eyes theatrically. "Oh, come on, Emma. You are killing me here. You can't just send cryptic vibes and expect me not to be inquisitive!""I didn't drop an
Darren strolled around his desk, leaning gently against it, arms folded, and gazing at Emery."Forget what Camila said," he added, his voice calm yet firm. "Don't add any of that nonsense to the contract."Emery blinked, caught off guard. "What do you mean?""I mean, don't mention the villa, the car, or any of her little demands."Leave the prenuptial agreement as is."She stared at him, unsure if he was sincere. "Are you sure?" "Won't she be angry?"Darren shrugged as if it were no big deal. "That is the point. I want her to back out."Emery's eyebrows rose. "Back out? Do you want her to end their engagement?"Exactly." He smirked again, calm and assured. "Emery, you're intelligent. I'm convinced you'll figure out how to make it happen."She hesitated, focussing her gaze on him. "Why should I help you with this? What is in it for me?Darren pushed off the desk and stepped closer till they were nearly face to face. "I understand you want something. Something you've been trying to have
Darren pushed himself a little back as he acting like nothing happened, “Not at all. Come, join us.” Just after saying that Darren turned his attention back to Camila. Emery felt a bit uneasy seeing that as she felt nothing but a mere pawn in the game which Darren was playing. She always tried her best to get what Darren actually wanted but that man was nothing but a puzzle who always forced her in thinking what his next step is going to be. All of them ate their dinner in silence. None of them spoke anything after that. And soon all of them got up from their seats. “Well, I hope Miss Hart is doing what I asked her to do?” Damian raised his eye brows slightly as he said with a wide smirk plastered on his face. Emery forced a professional smile on her face as she replied, “Sure!”Walking out of there she finally let out the breath she was holding in front of those people. Ring…Her phone suddenly rang and she pulled out her mobile phone from her pocket. Victor Blackwood. The na
Emery’s fingers trembled as she grabbed the USB. “Why are you helping me?” The man looked down before he said, “Let’s just say I owed your father, and this is the only way I can repay him. Your brother is hell-bent on ruining the company that your father made with so many sacrifices. Emery knew Nick didn’t have enough potential to run a company, and she knew sooner or later the company would go bankrupt, but one thing she didn’t know was that Nick didn’t just want to make the company bankrupt; instead, he wanted to sell the company.His words hit her like a slap. “What do you mean?”The man ignored her question before saying, “You will see for yourself.”Just as he said that, he moved back and soon vanished from Emery’s sight. Emery went back to her apartment with that USB, and reaching there, she plugged it into her laptop. “I hope it’s nothing too bad.” Her heart was heavy not knowing what was coming ahead of her. Opening her laptop, she saw various files with bank statements,
“Stop!” Emery blurted out as she tried her best to stay still. Her body didn’t dare to move while her heart was racing. Darren always had this effect on her; he had an ability to command her without raising his voice. It wasn’t just his words; it was his presence. The aura he radiates is far more dangerous, letting everyone around him feel intimidated.Slowly his hand slid to her waist and then to her lower back as he pushed her closer to herself, not leaving any space between them. “Do you know what I hate most about this dress?” he huskily asked, whispering near her ear. “I…” Emery tried saying something, but no words were able to come out of her mouth. “It makes me want to cancel tonight,” his hand moved further down, and Emery felt her body heating up, “so I can keep you here, where I don’t have to share you with anyone.”Her knees felt weak. If not for Darren's hold on her body, she would have fallen down up until now. “We…” She mustered up all her courage as she put both h
Emery nodded as she tried her best to preparing herself mentally. “Be ready by seven,” Darren added as his eyes swept over her again. “And wear something professional. No distractions.”Her cheeks burned at the subtle jab.She tried her best to hold her ground. “Anything else?”Leaning back on his chair, Darren smirked.His expressions softened into something more thoughtful. “Just one thing,” He puased for a moment before his voice turned into a warning, Don’t forget your deal with me and if any issue occurs you can come to me immediately.”“I will,” she said nodding her head. Their eyes locked for a mere moment before Darren turned his face to the side and said, “Good, I’ll handle the arrangements. You just be ready.”Darren leaned back in his chair as his fingers started to tap rhythmically on the side armrest.His behaviour with Emery was always like he was planning something. His continuous sharp gaze on Emery made her a little confused. “You’ll be meeting Rourke at a private
Emery tensed slightly because of his words. She tried her best to mask her discomfort as she managed to keep her polite professional smile. “Of course. I understand. But I think we’ve covered the key points here.”He chuckled, but Emery felt weird because of his laugh. He was definitely not giving the right vibes. He said, “Not quite. Why don’t we continue this conversation somewhere more private? I have a suite upstairs where we won’t be interrupted.”The suggestion sent a jolt of unease through her. “I don’t think that would be necessary, I’ve said everything I came here to say.”Rourke’s smile widened like he wanted to play with her more, “You’re agood negotiator, aren’t you? I like that. But I insist. A private discussion is always more productive.”She was just about to protest further when he stood up and gestured towards the side door leading her out of the room. His whole aura was giving creepy vibes to Emery but she knew if she caused any scene there, he would use that to g
Camilla burst into laughter as she read the news headline. "Bloggers will stop at nothing to sensationalize unverified news," she said, shaking her head. The news of her marriage was all over the news. Her face broadened with a smile of satisfaction. Everything was about falling in place. Sitting on the beach chair in the yard, she felt a cool breeze blowing through her skin. It felt very comforting. “Ma’am, the sun is down.” A maid said bowing in respect. She smiled, waving her off, she was a fan of nature and right now she wanted a natural effect that came with swimming. Camilia wondered who had let the media on the news. The positive reactions she was getting from her fans gave her a giddy feeling of happiness. Life to her was perfect, and in a few days, she would be on top of her game. She loosened the straps of her dress and headed towards the pool for a refreshing swim. The butler approached her, handing her a glass of fruit juice, complete with a straw – the same luxurious
Emery just had to find something, anything that could explain and enlighten her about what Nick and Margaret were involved in. It seems they had a strong force which was backing them up.Emery wasn't recognized in her father’s company, everyone treated her like she was nothing but a stranger. Her stepmother and half-brother had been so successful in driving her away from the company.Emery stood up pushing away the curtains so as to brighten the room. She felt a light headache, she recalled packing her hair into a ponytail, she had to loosen it.The cascading dark hair flowed down her back in loose waves, while the bright green of her eyes sparkled with determination.Emery felt a bit free, she could feel the cold breeze brushing through her skin —it felt invigorating.Bankruptcy was something Emery would not even think about. Her father's company was high and mighty, one amongst the best but after his death the whole thing changed.She knew how much her father had put into the compan
“Not at all sir, I'm happy she could be of help to you. She could resume work tomorrow.” Her boss replied.Hearing this, Emery heaved a sigh of relief. After a few words with the WhistleBlower, Darren disconnected the call, “Emery, come to my office right now!” He commanded.“I haven't had breakfast,” she lamented.Darren laughed, a few minutes ago she didn't think of breakfast. It seems he valued her job more than him. “I would order a sumptuous breakfast for you, come here right now!”After he was done talking he disconnected the call. The smile on his face widened, Emery was a foodie, she wouldn't want to miss the breakfast he mentioned. “You look good when you smile,” the man in front of him complimented him. This made Darren frown, the man's laughter echoed through Darren’s office. It was barely thirty minutes, Emery was right in front of Darren, scanning her eyes around his office like a hawk. “Where's my sumptuous breakfast?” she demanded.Darren smiled, he pointed towards h
Darren scowled, he closed the distance between them. He held her head kissing her deeply, Emery hates this side of him. The way he forces himself on her invades every power of her body like he controlled it. She bit his lips but he didn't let her go, his blood floored into her mouth making her regret her actions.Her body swayed in the same rhythm as his. A moan escaped her lips, she felt his hands around her body. He intensified his kisses, taking full control over her body.Emery found herself enjoying the moment, she traced her hands around his back, tucking the shirt he had on. “What are you doing?” She thought.“I want you, and you want me just as much, don't fight it!” Darren's husky voice made her yield. She picked her up in his arms leading her back to his private room.Like a queen, he was extremely careful laying her on the bed, he pulled out the last piece of clothes she had and and sucked her mound. Emery let out a soft moan, using his tongue he played around her nipples,
Emery thoughts swirled in chaos, she moved towards Camila. Her eyes scanned through her pale body. One could clearly see Darren's fingerprint on her neck. Emery didn't know how to react, she stood there in silence. After regaining herself, Camila stood up with difficulty, her whole body felt so weak and out of energy. Emery rendered her support which Camila didn't appreciate. Camila pushed her hands away glaring at her with killing intent, Emery's heart tightened. “I'm so Sorry,” she apologized. Darren squeezed the document he was reading glaring at Emery. “Why the hell are you apologizing? She had slapped you!” His cold tune made the atmosphere drop to a few degrees. “You had almost killed her, stupid!” Emery yelled in her head. “I would have died with so much guilt if that had happened.” She said in her thoughts. Emery felt so helpless, all Darren ever did was to complicate things for her.His words sounded like a reminder, setting Emery at a loss. Why was he standing up for
Camila felt so terrible, “Who the hell drafted this shit?” She cursed beneath her breath. She slumped dejectedly on the sofa, she had come back here just to set her wedding date with Darren and this was the prenuptial agreement she signed?How the hell would she stick to a dumb marriage that has no benefits? She wasn't Darren's first bride, from the Intel she got, he had been divorced several times.She had no plan staying in a marriage for that long. All she wanted was his influence, and yes of course some of his assets. “There has to be another way!” Camila muttered, she felt drowned by her thoughts. She had clearly stated what she wanted and Darren was far above that. “Of course there is,” Her father broke the awkward silence. She raised her eyelids, staring at him waiting for him to proceed with the solution he had in mind. “This could be rendered void and another one would be drafted, or you forfeit your marriage to Darren,” he responded.Camila felt lost in thoughts, after a f
“Ouch,” Camila rolled over on her bed. Her face creased into a tight frown, “What the fuck!” She growled. Her head hurts so bad. It felt like drums were being played inside her head. She clutched her head tightly, her eyes became blood hot from the immense pain she felt. “Gosh!” She yelled. A maid rushed over, “Ma'am, this would help with the hangover.” Camila opened her eyes with difficulty staring at her maid, “What the fuck is that?” She asked.“Hangover soup,” the maid replied. Camila took the soup, gulping it down, and after a few minutes she felt better. “What happened?” She said looking around her room.“Ma'am, you came back home so drunk last night.” The maid explained. “Oh!” She exclaimed, giving herself a soothing head massage to help relieve the pain completely. She rested her body back on the bed’s furniture trying to recall what had happened. Last night events flashed through my eyes, everything seemed normal. She had been so busy shooting on the set and had to ta
Emery dashed towards Jonathan giving him a firm headshake, her disagreement so vivid, “You can't be right! You have no idea who is at the door.” Her voice trembled. She didn't understand what was happening. Jonathan smiled, “Of course I do, it's Darren Harper, your ex-husband.” Emery held her breath, “You knew?” She asked.Jonathan laughter rang through the room, “He introduced himself,” He replied, Emery couldn't explain how she felt at the moment. She knew Darren was ruthless and heartless but he wouldn't kill anyone—So she believed. Jonathan on the other hand wasn't a liar, she had seen everything with her own eyes. “There has to be some kind of misunderstanding,” Emery wasn't ready to accept this yet, she had to find out the Truth herself. The bang on the door increased, it sent shivers down her spine. Emery couldn't face Darren now at least not now. “Darren is the devil himself, he could read your thoughts!” Jonathan's voice was laced with words, each word from him etched de
Emery eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropped. These were images of Jonathan on life support. She glanced at the living figure before her and the lifeless man in the photography. She knew nothing about the car crash, it hadn't been announced on the news. She held the pictures firmly examining them, the pictures were inscribed with dates. How come she knew nothing about this?Tears streamed down her face, this was the exact year and date she had gone searching for him. Emery felt he had left her without a trace after toiling with her feelings. Jonathan frowned, he took out a handkerchief and handled it over to her.Emery wiped off her tears and they flowed back out, forcing its way out of her eye socket. The pictures were heartbreaking. Her heart tightened, the image in the photo made her shiver, she felt suffocated around her chest area. It felt like she wasn't having enough air. The warm tears soaked her veil, making it stick to her face, she could barely recognize the man in the ph
As the man unlocked the door, Emery stepped into the room, enveloped by an unsettling darkness, she felt a chill run down her spine. She stood frozen, her breath caught in between her throat, the air around her felt suffocating. The uneasiness got the better of her. Her palms were slick with sweat as she clenched them tightly forming a fist.Tiny droplet of sweat formed on her forehead, like tiny droplets of dew on a windshield, a physical manifestation of the turmoil brewing with her. Emery was being drowned in anxiety. Emery understood one thing, the stranger was intentionally creating an atmosphere of suspense. She tried maintaining her calm demeanor, it's been a few minutes since they had gotten into the dark room. Emery couldn't feel any movement, she could hear his heartbeat and breath. He had released his firm hands from her mouth; she was still tied to him somehow. The rapid beat of her heart swirled her mind into confusion. This was the second time she found herself in