Emily's POV“Who's the father of your child, Emily?” Logan asked again with a stoic expression on his face. Every color drained from my face and I gawked in disbelief at his audacity to ask about my son's father. He never cared to even listen to me when I was about to reveal the news of my pregnancy to him.Not just that, he was less bothered when he saw the blood on my thighs after Vivian pushed me. Instead of helping me, he went to her because he was so concerned about her.I would have had a miscarriage because of that incident but I was fortunate that my child survived. I recalled the emotional rollercoaster I had been on those years and I felt the corner of my eyes burn with tears.When I thought of how I was treated poorly those times, my quest and desire for vengeance rekindled.“Tell me, Emily. Who's the father of your son? Are you hiding something from me?” Logan asked, flicking his gaze between me and my son who was still engrossed in what he was watching in the car.He he
Emily’s POVMy lips bloomed into a smile as I gazed at my reflection dreamily. Letting out a deep sigh, I looked at myself in the mirror, acknowledging how beautiful I was in this crimson gown. I placed my hands around my tummy, exhaling deeply as I recalled what had transpired between me and Logan the day before. I’ve refused to pick calls from strange numbers since the day I received that unexpected call from Logan. I’m still baffled at how he got my number and I’ve tried my best to avoid him in every way I can.“You look beautiful, ma’am.” The voice pierced the silence, snatching me out of my reverie.A soft smile tugged at my lips as I spun around to stare at my personal maid, who had just walked in.She was in a black dress with a large white collar around her neck, a specific outfit for maids in the Gills Mansion.Her pretty amber eyes carefully scanned my outfit, and her sparkling white teeth showed through her warm smile.“Thanks, Kiara.” I mumbled, picking my black posh bag b
Emily's POV I clenched my fork tightly, panic bubbling within me as I traced Logan's movement. Vivian had her arms entwined in his, and she smiled warmly, with her eyes darting across every one in the restaurant. She was cladded in a short sheath dress with a V-cut that exposed her cleavages. The smile on my face faltered because I wasn't expecting to see them here – Not today of all days.I got so distracted staring at them even as the band continued their performance. The only thing I could hear was my heartbeat and not the sounds emanating from the band's instruments.Logan's deep brown eyes pierced into mine and my heart skipped at every step he took towards me.As if that wasn't enough, he turned to Vivian and proposed that they occupy the empty set of chairs beside us.“Thanks for taking me to such a lovely restaurant, Logan!” Vivian exclaimed, clinging onto Logan like a leech. Logan's eyes were fixed on me and he couldn't help but drool as my alluring appearance captivated hi
Emily's POVEnthusiasm lingered in the air and people's stares made my skin crawl. Their lips curled upwards and the majority of them held a phone in their hands, recording Collin as he proposed to me with a ring on his finger. Noise filled the background as people cheered me to accept the proposal. My hands shook badly as anxiety creeped through my veins. Truly, I wasn't expecting Collin to propose to me today so everything is still like a dream to me.I slipped my fingers into my wavy brunette hair, releasing cool breaths from my mouth as I tried to compose myself. I could feel my heart beat out of my ribcage and my lungs feel suffocated at the moment.“Emerald–” Collin's voice resounded, snatching me out of my thoughts. I turned to stare at his deep sea blue eyes which sparkled as it studied my reaction.I caught a quick glimpse at Logan and I caught him staring at me keenly, his intense eyes glinting with interest.A smirk tugged on my lips because I could see how concerned h
Emily's POV I yanked my hands off his grip, staring at him with so much contempt. My heart feels like it's being hammered as I marveled at his audacity to keep spying on me and feeling entitled to my time. Is he jealous because I agreed to Collins's proposal?. He better not be… “How many times have I told you not to approach me in this manner?” I spat, my voice tinged with venom. “Are you really happy getting married to Colin?” He asked, his face as calm as the surface of the lake. His deep brown eyes searched my face, weighing the truth in my eyes. “Tell me, Emily. Are you truly happy getting married to him?” His statement fueled the rage in me and when I couldn't hold it anymore, I retaliated by pushing him off me. “You have no right to ask me such a question, Logan! You have no right to question my plans and intentions. If my intention is to get married to Collin, I don't see why you should feel so bothered about it.” I snapped at him, my voice raising an octave
Logan's POVAs I entered the office, the buzz of conversations came to a sudden half, and all eyes turned to me. Straightening my suit, I swept my gaze across every face as I strolled further, with my shoes clacking on the polished tiles. Taking a deep breath, I entered the boardroom, ready to start the meeting. As I stood in front of the projector, I glanced at the wall clock whose ticking sound was the only noise breaking the solitude.“Sir. Here are the reports of the last meeting.” My secretary, Taylor, said, handing me a file. Taking the papers from her, I skimmed through them as I flipped through the pages.Heaving a deep sigh, I returned it to her and motioned for her to leave.She returned back to her seat and I looked up to face the other members.“So, in our last meeting, we discussed our new projects, and we talked about how we can promote our fashion brand and work on other cloth designs as well, didn't we?”I began, my voice firm but steady.“Yes sir!” They chorused in
Logan's POVI sat glued to my office chair, tapping my fingers gently on the table as I reflected on the day's activities. I reclined my body serenely on the chair, my lips conforming into a thin line with my fingers pressing into my temple. Every one of my thoughts was still on Emily… It's like she's consumed every corner in my mind and I couldn't avoid replaying our past encounters and the unresolved tension that clung between us.My eyes scanned the space, taking in the intricate details of the decor that adorned the walls, yet amidst the grandeur was a noticeable absence. As I sat there in my chair, my heart sank, overwhelmed with heaviness. The office felt silent for a long moment. The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall.A loud knock followed, and I mumbled the word ‘“Come in.” My eyes traveled to the door, and it settled on a 6’7 figure in a dark raven suit with spiky blonde hair. It was Paul, and he greeted me before walking towards me, his shoes clapping the
Emily’s POV.The night passed slowly, each minute dragging on like an eternity. Finally, Dawn crept in through the curtains, casting a pale light across the room. No sooner had my alarm chimed than I bolted out from the covers. I robbed my eyes and yawned, feeling rejuvenated for a new day’s activities. The sound of the alarm pierced the silence, prompting me to smack it till it turned off.My gaze traveled to the wall clock. “Nine thirty,” I mumbled under my breath, feeling the need to get more sleep since it was Saturday.. As I laid down on the bed, I placed my head on the soft pillow, I closed my eyes with a grin plastered on my face. A peaceful feeling greeted me with an eerie silence, a sharp contrast to the usual chaos of my evenings.Just when I remembered something, my eyes flicked open, and I sat on the bed with wide eyes.“Damn!” I cussed, raking my fingers through my hair.“How did I forget that there is a special event at Marina Vila today? Gosh! I even received an invi
Emily's POVAfter a few weeks of being comatose, Logan finally woke up to my surprise. My stomach fluttered, a rush of excitement on my face. The doctor had predicted that his injuries were fatal and it might be impossible for him to survive. I felt so overwhelmed with joy at the great news of Logan's recovery “This is a miracle!” Mr. Michealson, Logan's father, exclaimed, his face etched with relief as he walked into the ward. Mrs. Michelson wiped her tears with the pad of her thumb, her steps faltering as she walked into Logan's ward Her eyes went wide with shock, tears streaming down her cheeks. I'm so happy I could stop her from committing suicide. I've always known that Logan would survive since he had promised to be with me and Carl forever..“Is Logan alive?” She asked, her face etched with disbelief.“Yes, mom. He has recovered. He's not dead. I told you he wasn't dead. He was only comatose,” I explained to her as I held her hands. Logan sat upright on the bed, his lips c
Emily's POV “Help us! Somebody help!” I screamed aloud for anyone who cared enough to listen so they would help in saving my husband.I tore a part of my dress and used it on his wound to place pressure on the injured area in order to stop the flow.“Please, help us!” I pleaded, tears in my eyes.“I'll…. I'll…I'll be fine.” Logan struggled to say to me in a stutter.“No, you are not fine.” I cried, trying to help him in any way I could before better help could come. If I had my way, I would have driven him off to the hospital but, I was in no right state of mind to drive a car now and he could not do the same in his injured state.Soon, Logan passed out and some onlookers dropped by to see what was happening.“Help me! my…my husband has been shot.” “Call the cops,” someone suggested.“Whoever fired the shot should still be around here somehow.” Another person said.“Please, let's call 911!” someone else said and all the while when they were talking and taking steps in helping us fro
Emily's POVEight Months Later…If I was told that things were going to turn out this way in the end, I'd argue that it was a lie and whoever told me was only trying to say that as a means to get me to feel better.But, I guess, there's always a moment of joy after the long nights of suffering too. Everything was gradually getting better and it looked like life was beginning to take a great form after all.Although my son, Carl was currently in the hospital undergoing some medical care and procedure at the moment to help with his transplant, I couldn't help but feel thankful that he has a great chance at surviving the turbulence.“Which one do you think will fit the baby perfectly out of these?” Logan asked me as he picked up a very cute baby outfit. He lifted the clothes in front of me so I could pick from the alternatives he had selected.“This one.” I said, pointing to a white little top that had caught my attention.“I think we can just pick both.” Logan suggested, his eyes access
Chapter….Author's POV “There are so much demand for the new ammunition coming in tomorrow evening. That will be sorted by you, Black.” “You have to make sure everything turn out well when you guys go to get them.” The deep croaky voice of the mafia's grouphead resounded in the room while he addressed the members of the secret organization.“We have to ensure that nobody comes close to our group. The other rival gangs will get too cocky if they notice us slacking. This isn't time to slow down guys, we have to step up and show that we own this arena–”Collin's dark eyes wandered lazily around the dimly lit room, his mind in a faraway place as he sat on the seat at a corner in the room.The mafia members' discussion about the upcoming ammunition that had been imported secretly into the country and the inherent sneer from jealous rival gangs faded into the background while he thought of his newest worry.He couldn't be bothered about anything more except the news he'd gotten from Vivi
"Can I see you both for a few minutes?" The doctor's words came out firm and serious. Emily and Logan exchange glances before taking a deep breath.Emily and Logan walked out of the ward with the doctor. Emily's chest heaved, her heart pounding harder. Anxiety lingered in the air."Doctor, how's Carl's health?" Logan asked first, while Emily stood there looking at one way."While his immune system is still stable, we have to explore several options for a bone marrow transplant. Since neither of you is a match, having a child together could potentially save his life.” The doctor said, staring at them sympathetically.“I understand this is personal but do know that I'll always be here to support you. If you need anything, please let me know. And if you're willing to consider this option, then we can discuss the details further. I'll be taking my leave now,”.The doctor's words hang heavily in the air even after he left.[ Present day]The hospital room was filled with tension, the only
Collin’s chest heaved as he stared at his phone's screen, his hands clenched into tight fists as if he was about to go into a fight. The news played on repeat, Logan and Emily were seen together again, smiling like the latest couples in town. The sight of them chuckling and spending quality time together burned through him like a fire blaze on top of his head."Unbelievable!" he roared, flipping the coffee table in front of him. "After everything I did, after everything I said, she still went back to him?"Vivian, standing in the corner, let out a quiet chuckle. She had been watching him the entire time, enjoying the spectacle of his rage and unhappiness. Unlike him, she wasn’t blinded by anger, she saw an opportunity to do what has always been within her."Throwing objects won’t change the fact that she's back in Logan's arms," she said, walking slowly to Collins.Collin looked around, eyes flashing with anger. "Shut up, Vivian!"She smirked. "Why should I? I warned you, didn't I? Em
Logan's POV “If you're not ready for another baby, I guess we can explore several options. Just know that I'll always be here to support you in whatever decision you choose,” I said comfortingly as I placed my hands on top of hers.Emily nodded as she alighted from the car. Together, we walked into the apartment to check on Carl. As we got in, the maids greeted us with a welcoming smile.Emily cast a bored glance around. I could tell that she was completely stressed and overwhelmed because of Carl's condition.“What of Carl?” She asked the chubby maid who was standing at the doorway.“He’s awake. He woke up just recently. He's been asking about you and his father.” “Okay. Thanks for informing me,” she mumbled, tearing her gaze from her.We walked past several rooms until we got to Carl’s room. He sprawled on the bed, holding his toy train and dinosaurs in his hand..His face lit as soon as he saw us walk in “Dad!” He jumped down from his bed and sprinted towards us. Brenda, his nan
Logan’s POV I boarded a flight back to New York not long after Emily's call. Restlessness gnawed at my chest, my mind racing with several thoughts. I was enveloped by the hum of activities at the terminal. I scurried around, grabbing my luggage behind me. Finally, I was onboard. A wave of relief washed over me but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was definitely wrong.I stared at my phone as I dialed Emily's number but she wasn't picking.“Emily, please pick up. Pick up..” I whispered, shoving my fingers into my hair with a line of worry on my forehead.I tried to reach her once again but It didn't go through. I sighed in exhaustion as I reclined on my chair.“Whatever it is, I hope it's not bad.” I mumbled, dragging my lower lip with my teeth.The air hostess gave an announcement and meals were served afterwards. I didn't touch my meal; my appetite was gone. All I needed at the moment was to be with Emily and Carl. I shut my eyes, inwardly hoping everything is fine.
Emily's POV The doctor's words resounded in my ears and I just couldn't believe it. I froze for a moment. it felt as if time had come to a standstill. “Can you tell me more about this SCID?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. The doctor's voice was gentle as he added, “It's a rare genetic disorder that affects the immune system.” I listened intently, my brows knitting. He cleared his throat and continued, “It is caused by mutations in genes which play crucial roles in development and functions of the immune system.” My eyes narrowed as I struggled to process his words “So, are you trying to say that we passed it down to him?” His lips conformed into a thin line. He nodded and also added, “While it can be inherited from parents who are carriers of mutated genes, it can also be caused by spontaneous mutations during fetal development. The latter I believe is what caused It.” A deep sigh escaped my lips. I paused for a moment, trying to pull myself together. "What