“I hope you're not fooled by my sweet looks Clair?” Emelia pushed her out her way, before closing the door, she stopped, turned, and stared at her from head to toe. “Don't be mistaken, I do want a man in the streets but a beast in bed” Poison to death by her husband and lover, Emelia Zorah is granted a second chance at life. She wants nothing but to stay as far away from him as possible, 5 years ago she had loved him but now was different. She despised even the air he breathed. Escaping the lights of marriage from her destined mate, she lands in his brother's arms, but what seems like a saving option in time turns out to be the blazing fire she dived from the firepan into.
View MoreFredrick Camfrey made his woman's seat comfortable before taking his. “Here have this,” he says, placing some freshly picked blueberries on her red rosy lips. Emilia could never resist blueberries. She takes it all in watching the man before she casually prepares medication for her. “Here” he places a tablet in her mouth as she takes it and he opens a bottle of water which he feeds her. Emilia could only comply, the man before her was suddenly too powerful for her to handle. “Let's begin,” he announced, watching Emilia with a calm smile. “Why are you here?” she suddenly found her voice. Her voice was low but everyone heard her. “To take care of my stubborn wife and make some more money for good returns” he replies effortlessly. Emilia has never seen anyone as shameless as him. “You can't be flirting with me at such times” Emilia grinned but the smugness on Fredricks's face was too evident to be ignored. “Mr Robert, I do not remember giving out orders to have Anderson and Zorah cor
“The night was fast giving way to dawn when the sleeping figure on the bed yawned tiredly. Never did they say pain could be less. The memories of the previous night flash through her eyes as she holds tight to her duvet. Fredrick had not left her side for a minute, he was there as she cried and held on tight to her hands, her nails digging into his flesh but never did he say a word nor did he complain. Emilia steps down from her bed watching the view from outside. Broad shoulders, messy hair, and a handsome posture. What more could a woman ask for in a man? She pondered. Fredrick turned to her with a cup of coffee in hand as he walked over swiftly placing the mug on the table and his hands straight for her forehead feeling her temperature. Emilia takes a step back but is pulled forward by the strong arms of her husband. “You have a little fever but it should be gone in a day,” he says so casually. Emilia could only stare at the man before her, not sure what to say or how to react.
The sun was down when Emelia walked into the mansion. Everywhere was quiet. The diner had a delicious meal laid out, but there was no sign of her husband. Emelia sighed, walking up to her room. She was tired and all she wanted was a warm bath and a good sleep.Stepping out of the bathroom barely wrapped in her towel, Emelia jolted, staring back at the figure comfortably seated before her. “Don't you tend to knock?” she hissed, trying her hair, but the man before her was in no time for games.“We leave in ten minutes… wear this” he pointed to the dress neatly placed on the bed. Emelia turned to protest, but there was no one to protest to. He was gone like him, became so mysterious. “I am not his doll”, she laments but goes ahead to wear the dress as ordered. Emelia was out in ten
Emelia needed no one to remind her of the type of man she had married. Fredrick was a non-player, and she was certain more news of his sexcapes would be felt more in the future. “I hope you aren't here to talk about his sex life?” she asked. Fabulous smiles. It's been a year since they last saw each other and now the woman before him seems to have grown so much. “Last… I saw you. I couldn't get the name of Mark Camfrey off your lips and here you are. You've not said a word about him, is it that bad? The rumors have it you called it off, and he was married to her in no time”, Emelia smiled. Fabulous was not far from the truth. In her past life, it had all been about Mark Camfrey. She couldn't go on without him, her life revolved around him, but now it was different. She did not care if he lived or died. “So much is hidden in the dark. I have always been stupid and ignored the relationship he had with her. We are fated mates, but that was certainly a mistake on the part of the moon g
Emelia slammed the door to her room so hard she heard the earth shake. She slumps to her knees, burying her head deep in her palms. The memories of a few minutes ago flashed through her eyes as she tried hard to catch her breath…..¬ “I've never been better” Fred spoke hoarsely, his voice barely coming out as a whisper, but Emelia heard him. He shook his head, losing his grip on her waist, giving her a split second to dash away to the corner of the car, trying to be as far as possible from him. “Drive quick” he backs at the driver as his breathing becomes even heavier. “What's wrong with you?” Emelia reached out her hand over his forehead, but it was held almost before her skin could contact him. “Don't touch me”, he grits his teeth so hard, that she can see veins popping from the corner of his face. This was not the man she was used to. Fred was always cold and composed but never in a disorientated manner like he appeared to be at the moment. Emelia watched as he loosened his tie
Emelia could not tell how it happened, but all of a sudden everyone's eye was on her, the sudden cold breeze blowing through her felt like part of her was gone. “Hey,” a hushed masculine voice calls out to her. Emelia gradually carries her head up staring into the blue eyes she was willing to drown from the shame. “It's okay,” he whispers, gently patting her back. For a while, she leaned into him not daring to look at the damage behind her but a scream came from the floor. “How dare you… who dare you push me to the floor Emilia... How wicked can you be?” Claire's crying voice grew noisily. Emelia swiftly turns and there she is on the floor half her dress lying a few feet away from her as she tries hard to cover herself with the little piece of fabric left on her.“It wasn't me... Why will I do something like this' ' Emelia voices out but her denial is only submerged by the noisy wheeling of Clair attracting the attention of everyone including the Alpha and Luna as they hurry to he
Night came and as expected Emelia was ready, she walked down the stairs joining hands with the awaiting hands that held hers at the foot of the stairs. “Mrs Fredrick” a little whimper escaped her throat listening to the servants address her as such. She held hard to her clutch not showing her nervousness as they rode away. Pulling up into the grant halls where she had been barely a few days ago for her wedding gave her multiple feelings. Emelia felt the fresh breeze blow through her braided hair perfectioning it to her back. His hands reached out to her, and without second thoughts, she placed her gloves-covered hands onto his. Stepping into the giant hall every eye turns to the arriving couple. Wearing an exquisite black evening gown capturing and enchanting her beauty, Emelia slowly glides her way by her husband's side. The sleep silhouette gracefully hugs her curves with a daring side slide adding a touch of bold sophistication as she makes a striking entrance by her man's sid
Every document related to her father's company had been sent over to her. It's been days and Emelia dared not step out of her room, covered in files and papers, she drinks one cup of coffee to the next. So much needed tending. She had not been the one to deal with the problems of the company in her previous life, at least not while Mark had offered to shoulder the responsibility. Zorah and Fame couture was the biggest in the fashion industry with multiple branches scattered all over the country and beyond. Emilia was not a newbie to the happenings of the business. She was not talented. She was what they call a beauty with the hands of a goddess. Not only did her parents make and sell her designs, but she has always drawn and provided every sketch. And that was the biggest secret hidden from the ears of the world. Emelia was too emenced in her work not hearing the loud knocks from her door. Fredrick Camfrey has never been the patient type. “She will be ready when I get back,” he his
The omegas carefully bows to the floor, avoiding the royal party's raging eyes as they make their way through.They all needed not to be told what to do. Clair Anderson could not take another moment with the priest going about his boring incantations.“This should be her and not me” she murmured to herself, making sure her voice was low enough not to be heard by others.“The ceremony is now complete and the young alpha can go ahead and burn the sheets, to bring good luck and a prosperous marriage to his elder brother.” the priest announced taking his leave.“Take this to your fiance” Luna Camfrey hands over the stained sheets to Clair who holds on to this tightly, her long nails digging into the sheets creating holes of anger and jealousy.She is gently courteous to the Luna before storming her way out. Slamming the door behind her, she tosses the dirty sheets to the figure on the bed. Mark yawns annoyed.“Who dares' ' he hissed, opening his eyes only to meet the fury of Clair Anderso
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