(Emily’s POV).
"I will never love a woman like you, Emily," he said suddenly in the silence of the car.
His voice was so cold and I felt like I was being directly humiliated by him. After all, I didn't expect him to love me.
"I know," I replied.
"So I'll just emphasize that no feelings should be involved in this marriage."
I sighed heavily because I was feeling so sad all of a sudden. It wasn't just because of my situation, but because I was marrying a man who had turned cold so quickly.
His tone which sounded so scary left me speechless.
And once at his office, we got out of the car and he looked at me and sighed.
"Chris is here, so come into my office," he said.
I nodded and followed him into his office where a man dressed in a suit with glasses was waiting. He smiled at us and even shook hands with me. He looked kind … I guessed.
As soon as I sat down in front of Chris, I saw Mike just sitting in his own chair, looking at me intensely and that made me feel nervous.
And so Chris began to explain the contents of the contract.
"Miss West, here you have officially become the wife of Mr. Mike. You will only be his wife in writing for reasons that cannot be explained here. But you're also not allowed to be around any man other than Mr. Mike."
"Alright," I said with tension and resignation.
"Then in exchange for your willingness to marry Mr. Mike, you will get material facilities such as credit cards, money, your father's treatment, and such, and especially Mr. Mike will help you take back your company to be in your hands again. I believe he already told you so."
I nodded and looked at Mike who was still staring at me without speaking.
"And lastly, your marriage will only be three years old from the time you sign this contract. If anything happens outside of this agreement, then you and Mr. Mike can discuss it together," he explained, ending. "One more thing, this marriage is confidential from Mr. Ben, his nephew."
I picked up the pen and signed the contract without thinking. I thought this was what was best for me and especially for my father.
"Okay, I think that's all done," Chris said. "I'll send a copy of this data to your email, sir."
As soon as Mike left, I stood up and said goodbye to Mike. "Thank you, Mike. You're my savior."
"Come here," he said.
I approached him, still feeling humiliated by the contractual arrangement that really hurt me. But now he was my husband, after all, I'd often been taught by my mother that I should respect my husband, no matter what.
He then took out his wallet and handed me his credit card.
"For you. Use it as much as you want, especially for your father. The rest, regarding your father's company, I'll start after this," he said.
I took it freely, feeling like a hired woman based on a contract but this was who I was now.
"Thanks again, Mike. I'm going to the hospital again."
"Take care."
I walked out of his office with a pounding feeling and while in the car, I cried as much as I could. I was relieved that I really had to live my life as it was now because I really had no way out.
Suddenly my cell phone rang and Linda came back to report that Ben was going to expel her from the company. I went straight to my father's office and found Jane throwing Linda's things around.
I immediately became angry and raged to my core because she was really sneaky and evil to have done all this.
"What are you doing?! You have no right to expel her!" I yelled at Ben.
"She's useless! She's your accomplice and I don't want to hire your people!" Jane yelled this time.
I was really on the verge of a rage that had built up into one. Both Jane and Ben were a pair that had ruined me and I would never forget.
"This is my company!" I shouted.
"You own nothing, Emily! Remember that! It's all mine! And just so you know ... do you remember the incident where the hordes of men teased you, harassed you?!"
I immediately fell silent when she found out about the incident five years ago ... I, who had buried it, remembered it again because it was the first time I was harassed by a gang of men who looked classy but had stupid minds.
"You remember?!" she even seemed to mock me, almost smiling slyly at my surprise.
"How did you ... know?" I asked with my breathing ragged.
She chuckled and showed her teeth as he laughed. "Of course, I knew. Because Ben is the mastermind. He's been trying to play his drama so that he can become yours and control your property until this time he succeeded!"
My eyes widened in shock at the truth. The truth was that I had absolutely no idea why that gang of men were harassing me all of a sudden.
I slapped Ben hard and he slapped me back, hurting me severely.
"That's for a woman who falls in love with your savior so easily!" he said and spat at my side.
"Argh!" I yelled in annoyance, going so crazy that I hit him as much as I could and also hit Jane no matter if she was also a woman.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Then security came to restrain me but I tried to escape their grasp because I really hated them.
All this time Ben really manipulated me. He was the most manipulative man I had ever met in my life and Jane was even worse!
I really hated them, especially Ben! He was the cause of the trauma I went through five years ago! He really was a man without a conscience.
"Let go of me! Let go of me!" I cried.
"Take her out!" Ben ordered.
When I was actually kicked out of my father's company, I burst into tears. My resolve really grew stronger that I would get back this company in front of me with the man who was now my husband.
(Emily’s POV).Two years had passed, and our lives felt fuller and richer than I’d ever dreamed. Christopher had grown into a bright and beautiful toddler, and every day, I watched him reach new milestones with a mix of joy and awe. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he absorbed everything Mike and I taught him, and he surprised me constantly with the way he understood and remembered the little things. I couldn’t have imagined that I would ever feel this deeply fulfilled or so endlessly proud of the life we’d created together.This life has changed me, too. Just two years ago, I would never have thought I’d find myself married to Mike—my soul mate and, yes, someone much older than me and, admittedly, the uncle of my ex-fiancé. In the beginning, our bond had been a shocking, unexpected twist that seemed almost too good to be real. But with every shared moment, every quiet evening together and every early morning with Christopher, I felt the truth of our connection. I loved him wit
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(Emily’s POV)."I miss you."The words slipped out before I could stop myself. The moment I saw Mike step through the airport gate, every ounce of restraint I’d held over the past few days just melted away. I practically threw myself into his arms, wrapping him in a hug so tight I thought I might never let go.Mike’s hands slid around my waist, pulling me even closer, and I felt his warm breath against my ear. “I missed you too, more than you know,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. There was a rough edge to his tone, a subtle hint of all the things he wasn’t saying aloud. Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, his kiss hungry, demanding, like he was making up for every moment we’d spent apart. My hands slipped up to his shoulders, fingers clinging to the fabric of his shirt as the airport, the people, everything faded around us. It was just him and me, our unspoken longing filling the space between us until it overflowed.Finally, reluctantly, we broke apart, our bre
(Emily’s POV)."Don't cry, Boy. I'm right here," I cooed softly, bouncing Christopher lightly in my arms. His tiny face was scrunched up, cheeks flushed as he let out another wail, the sound piercing in a way that tugged at my heart.I felt a pang of helplessness, a familiar ache that surfaced whenever I couldn’t seem to calm him. Normally, when Mike was here, Christopher barely fussed. I liked to think it was because he sensed the balance and warmth that Mike’s presence brought. And now, that steadiness was gone, at least for a few days. I could only imagine how strange it must feel for Christopher to have half of his usual world missing."Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. We’re going to be just fine,” I murmured, trying not to let my own frustration leak into my tone.Despite my efforts, his cries only grew louder, his little hands curling into tight fists. I could feel my patience thinning, a creeping sense of unease mingling with the exhaustion that came from trying to soothe him on my
(Emily’s POV)."Take care of yourself, Mike. Call me as soon as you land," I said softly, feeling the weight of his upcoming absence settle over me.Mike nodded, his eyes meeting mine, as he gently cradled my face in his hands. "I will. And don’t worry, you’ll hear from me as soon as I’m down." He leaned in and pressed his lips to my forehead, his kiss lingering, soft and warm. Then, his mouth found mine, and I melted into him, letting myself be consumed by the kiss. It was longer, deeper than usual, as if neither of us wanted to let go. I could feel his unspoken promise in that kiss—a reassurance that he’d come back to me, always.The sound of his assistant’s voice cut through the air, snapping us back to the present. "Boss, it’s time to take off."Mike broke the kiss with a soft sigh, resting his forehead against mine momentarily. "I love you, Emily," he said, his voice filled with a warmth that wrapped around my heart.I managed a smile, my voice trembling slightly as I replied
(Mike’s POV)."Emily, I’ll be heading out on a business trip for a week. Want to come with me?" I asked, hoping to have her by my side for those seven days. Being away from her, from us, even for just a week, felt heavier than it used to. I just hope she wanted to come to me.She gave me a soft, apologetic smile. “Since having Christopher, I feel like I should stay around the house more,” she said, her hand instinctively reaching up to rest over her heart. “He’s so young, Mike. I don’t want him to wake up without his mom around.”I nodded, suppressing the pang of disappointment. It wasn’t as if I didn’t understand. Ever since Christopher had come into our lives, everything had changed—Emily had changed, and for the better, in so many ways. She was the embodiment of patience, grace, and care, and I was a fool to ever try and pull her away from that.“That’s fair,” I said with a grin, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “But,” I added, voice soft, “just remember, let me know if you head t