Emma felt the weight of the signed contract, its implications looming like a dark cloud. In the taxi, Emma gripped the papers tightly, her hands trembling. She gazed out the window, but her mind was consumed by Lukas and the daunting task ahead.
Her mind clouded with thoughts. Telling him she'd sold herself for his sake? No way. He would never understand; instead, he'd freak out and blame himself. Lying wasn't her style, but this truth was too ugly.
As the taxi pulled up, Emma ran through her story. She'd tell Lukas she landed a great-paying job, leaving out the whole marriage thing. At least not for now until she feels he’s mentally and emotionally ready.
She paid the driver, took a quick breath outside her apartment, and went in.
Lukas slouched on the couch, flipping channels with a bored expression. Then, seeing Emma, he straightened up and brightened. "Hey," he said softly. “How’d the meeting go?”
Emma forced a smile, trying to sound casual. “I got the job,” she said, holding the documents up like a victory flag.
Lukas blinked, looking surprised. “Really? That’s great! What kind of job?”
Emma hesitated for a split second, then plunged forward. “It’s with a big company. I’ll be helping with... projects. It’s a little complicated, but the pay is good. Enough to cover our feeding for a long time and also your medications.”
Lukas eyes widened with joy, knowing how hard Emma has been trying to get a job considering she had been distracted with him in the hospital all this while.
“I’m so happy, Emma; I can even see the joy on your face as well,” he laughed as he poked her cheek.
Emma hugged him closely. It's been a while since she saw him happy and smiling like he did today.
“Yes, Lukas, I am happy. Even though the job is demanding, I wouldn't get to spend more time with you. I will hire a nanny immediately.”
The smiles on Lukas face faded instantly; because he preferred Emma being around him. But she has to work for them to be able to keep up with survival.
He had to be happy for her regardless of the disadvantages. He gripped Emma by the hand looking directly into her eyes “Emma... I don’t know what to say. Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”
If only you knew. The thought stung, but Emma pushed it aside, smiling softly as she sat next to him. “Of course I did. We’re family.”
The next morning, being a Saturday, Emma's phone woke her early. She grabbed it, still blinking away sleep.The soft chime of her phone interrupted Emma's sleep. She reached for it, her eyes slowly focusing.
A text from Ryan: “Be ready in an hour. We need to start the plan. I'll pick you up."
Emma groaned, tossing the phone back down. Does he have to be so… cold? It had barely been a day since she signed away her life, and already, Ryan was in control.
She rubbed her temples, her stomach twisting at the thought of seeing him again. There was no turning back, no running from the consequences now.
The thoughts clouded her mind as she opened her wardrobe looking for what to wear. This was her first outing with her supposed husband and she needed to be stunning.
Finally she saw a nice dress that would be great for the occasion. Knowing that was sorted, she stepped into the bathroom to shower.
Shortly, the horn honked outside her window, and Emma stood up to peek. It was Ryan; it was exactly an hour from when he sent her the text; ‘I guess he's that punctual as well,’ she mumbled. She signaled to him that she would be out soon.
She slipped into her brother's room, finding him still asleep. To avoid waking him, she left a note beside his bed.
‘Nurse Martha would come take care of you take you. I would be working late at my new job. Love you.’
Emma sighed, and she picked up her bag and stepped outside to meet Ryan, whose expression was too serious as she entered into the vehicle.
Ryan's friends occupied a private booth, eyeing Emma as they entered. Their appraisal was unmistakable, and Emma struggled to maintain her poise. James, Ryan's best friend, and the owner of the lounge smiled. "Hey, Miller! Surprised to see you here today."
Ryan giggled and sat beside Emma, his arm casually wrapped over the back of her seat. “Everyone, meet Emma.” His voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it—like he was daring them to question her presence.
Emma smiled tightly, feeling their eyes on her, appraising her. “Nice to meet you all,” she said, her voice steady despite the knot of nerves in her chest.
Ryan's friends were making small talk, but Emma could sense the skepticism. They'd slip in little digs, checking if she could handle herself. Every so often, they'd glance at Ryan, like they were wondering if he'd lost his mind and made the right choice.
But just when Emma thought she was getting through the evening unscathed, the atmosphere shifted. The door to the bar swung open, and suddenly, a tall figure strode in with an air of authority into the VIP lounge. “You can't be in here; this is a private event, sir,” the guard said. But Alexander Dumas pushed past him. “It would only be a minute.”
“I thought I saw you come in, Ryan. What, you are here to drink your problem away?” He laughed with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
“What problem would that be?” Ryan fired back, his voice laced with anger.
“Well, a little birdy told me someone got fired from your own company, and that someone is you. You must really suck at your job to get fired by your own grandfather.”
“Who is that?” Emma asked with curiosity about the moment. “It's Alexander Dumas, Ryan’s biggest competitor, both bidding for the Synagog Plaza project in Los Angeles.” James responded as he whispers into Emma's ear.
“Now that you are no longer CEO of Miller Enterprise,” Alexander chuckled. “Do you really think you can stand a chance against me for the…”
Ryan countered him immediately, "If you want to talk business, talk to my secretary and make a meeting, but if you’re here to measure dicks, I suggest you grow a pair of balls first.”
You,” Alexander's gaze lingered on Emma, his brow furrowing in recognition. “Wait... I know you, don’t I?” His voice was soft, but the accusation was sharp.
Emma’s heart skipped a beat. No. Impossible. She kept her face still, praying he didn’t recognize the panic in her eyes.
Ryan’s grip on the glass tightened, observing the tense silence of the entire bar as a result of the question. He leaned forward, his jaw clenched. “What are you talking about, Dumas?”
Alexander’s smirk widened, but he said nothing more, turning away with a lingering look at Emma that sent a shiver down her spine.
Ryan shot Emma a glance, his voice low and cold. “Why does he think he knows you?”
The air in the lounge was thick with tension, and Emma could feel the weight of Ryan's gaze, a mixture of concern and curiosity. The playful atmosphere had evaporated, replaced by an undercurrent of hostility as Alexander Dumas stood before them, his presence a looming shadow. All the attention was now focused on her.“We’ve never met; I will remember a bully like you, Emma fired back.” Ryan and the others began to laugh at Emma’s comebacks; Ryan specifically was pleased with how she handled the moment.Alexander moved a step closer to Emma, amazed by her confidence to talk to him in such a manner. Point a finger to her, he replied, “Lady with the guts, eeh.”Noticing the tension, Ryan moved closer and used his hand to block Alexander from pointing at Emma. “I think it’s time for you to go, Dumas. Ryan said, this time with a deep tone. and a strong face expressing he’s no longer welcome there.“Interesting choice of company, Miller. You’ve really changed since I last saw you,” Alexan
The voice of the mysterious woman echoed through the mansion as Ryan held Emma’s hand tightly. Emma could feel the pains of his grip, but they were all distracted and stunned looking at the figure standing by the doorway. Emma’s eyes met Ryan, and his facial expression showed that he was pissed at the figure before him. Who is she? And what must she have done to ignite such rage in Ryan’s eyes?The woman took a slow, deliberate step into the room, her black hair cascading over her shoulders, nearly brushing the hem of her sleek designer top. Her cold blue eyes scanned the room, finally locking onto Ryan with a smug smile. Her skin seemed to glow, almost unnaturally perfect, radiating the confidence of someone who had always gotten her way. Emma swallowed hard, her admiration quickly turning into dread. There was no mistaking the power this woman wielded, not just in wealth but in her presence. The air in the room thickened, and Emma could feel the shiver run down her spine as Selena
“Oh my gosh, babe, is this your grandfather that you have been telling me about?” Emma asked, looking all surprised and curious. Her voice was trembling just enough to sound genuine, even though she was nervous but trying to appear calm.Ryan was amazed by Emma’s moves. “A kiss?” He whispered and smiled to himself. He wouldn’t have thought of something like that, but it worked.But immediately he got the acting signal and responded, “Grandpa, you didn’t tell me you were coming over today. You startled me.”Ryan’s grandfather wasn’t paying attention to Ryan; instead, he looked at Emma, observing her closely. He knew he had for sure never seen her before.“Who is this young lady?” He asked interestedly.“Oh, this is Emma, my girlfriend.” Ryan replied with a smile on his face. “But Ryan, you never told me you had a girlfriend.” Ryan's face lightened up; this was the moment for him to play smart in order for his grandfather to believe him. There was no way he was going to fuck up. “Gran
The door to the mansion swung open as Ryan and Emma walked in, both smiling like they had won a gold medal. Ryan walked into the kitchen exhausted as he sighed, tossing the car keys onto the counter."Finally home," he said, smiling, after the long hospital trip to get Emma's hand treated.“I'm really impressed by how you handled things today," Ryan said, his expression softening. "You handled my grandfather perfectly, thinking on your feet like that." Emma managed a tired smile, still rubbing her bandaged hand. “I didn’t have much of a choice, did I? Your grandfather nearly had us cornered. I had to think on my feet.” Emma let out a worry sigh, though this time her face was serious as she continued. “We can’t afford to jeopardize this plan; we need to be in our A game all the time.”Ryan chuckled, stepping closer to her. “Well, you did more than just think. You saved us. My grandfather totally bought the story. He thinks we’re legit.” His eyes softened as he reached out to brush a s
Emma stood by the window frozen; she was sure she had seen the black sedan not too long ago, but now it’s no longer there. She checked her phone again and read the message, “I’m closer than you think.” The threatening message was still fresh in her mind; she knew she and her brother were in danger, and she needed to look for a way to pay back. But first she needed to be sure Lukas was safe.She quickly gathered her things, packed her back, and headed to the hospital. She will go to Ryan’s place from the hospital, considering The danger that lies around her at the moment—she can’t be all alone at home.Inside the cab heading to the hospital, Emma’s mind was filled with thoughts as she turned around every single minute in the cab, fearing for her life. The weight of everything going on in their lives bore down on her, Lukas, Ryan, the fake marriage, and now threats from who she owed money. Emma’s breath quickened, her fingers tapping nervously against her thigh as she glanced over her
As the figure approached them, Emma’s mind began to race with fear. She recognized him, he’s someone from her past. She had borrowed money from him to take care of Lukas medical bills and hadn’t been able to pay up. Emma cringed behind Ryan as fear gripped her the more,Tte man's ruthless reputation preceded him, and his cold gaze confirmed it. "You've been quite active," he sneered, his tone heavy and cold. “I thought you could hide from me, but it seems you’ve found yourself a new plaything.” He giggled.Ryan's gaze shifted anxiously between Emma and the approaching figure, his chest constricting with a mix of protectiveness and uncertainty.Yes, he gets treats like this considering his personality but the figure standing at his front , he hasn’t seen him before. “Who the hell are you?” Ryan asked with curiosity “Stay out of this,” the man warned, his eyes narrowing. “This is between me and her, pointing his finger towards Emma. “She’s the one who owes me.”Emma felt her stomach d
Emma stood in silence as she watched Ryan, his words hanging in the air with heavy suspicion.“This isn't just about the money, Emma,” he repeated again, looking at Emma straight into her eyeballs.Emma swallowed hard. She felt Ryan's eyes on her, expecting explanations she wasn't prepared to share. But he was right. The money she owed wasn’t the whole truth, and that man’s rage wasn’t just about the debt. There was something she had taken—something personal—that made him furious.“I didn’t just borrow the money,” she whispered, finally breaking the silence. Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap. “I stole something from him… something valuable.”Ryan’s expression darkened. “What was it?”Emma’s throat tightened as she recalled the day she fled. “It was a USB drive,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to take it. It was mixed in with the documents I had. I found out later that it contained… sensitive information. Details about his illegal dealings, blackm
Emma felt her chest tighten as Leah's words bruised through her heart. The sight of the gorgeous dress made her wonder why she felt reluctant to purchase it considering it was worth every penny. She has always been the one running away in college, but this time, something is different. She wasn’t that same girl anymore.She had Ryan’s credit card in her hand, and she wasn’t going to let Leah see her falter.Leah smirked, leaning closer. “I mean, let’s be real. You can't afford it, and I might probably just buy it so you don't come back admiring it. Even though I don't really need it.”Emma’s fingers tightened around the card, her mind racing. She could feel Mia’s protective energy beside her, ready to launch into a sharp retort, but Emma didn’t need defending—not anymore.Without breaking eye contact with Leah, Emma calmly walked toward the register, holding the dress like it was already hers. “Actually, Leah, what you don't know is that time changes,” she said, her voice steady even