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