“Christopher, she’s just unconscious. It’s a sedation for the procedure,” Mrs. Wilson said, her voice trembling, but I barely registered her words. All I could focus on was the worry etched into my heart.“What procedure?” I demanded, rising to my feet, my protective instincts kicking in full force. “You had no right to do this without my consent!”“We had to prepare her for surgery!” Mr. Wilson replied, raising his hands defensively. “She’s a match for Brenda, and time is running out.”“Don’t you dare use that as an excuse!” I spat back, stepping closer to them. “You think this is just a transaction? You think Emily is an object to be given away? She is not just your daughter; she is a person with her own life, her own choices!”“I assure you, we didn’t want this,” Mrs. Wilson pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice. “We only want to save Brenda.”“Then save her without dragging Emily into this,” I shot back, feeling a swell of anger at their selfishness. “You don’t get to decid
Emily’s POV.The moment I opened my eyes, I was met with a soft, warm glow from a dimly lit room. My vision blurred as my head throbbed painfully, as if I were waking from a fever dream.I felt weak, my limbs almost too heavy to lift, and I had to blink a few times before my surroundings came into focus. This room… it felt different. Familiar... in a way that comforted me immediately.Almost immediately, a cold shiver coursed through my body as the memory of the hospital seeped back in. My mother’s cold gaze, the sterile smell of antiseptic, the way she looked at me as though I were nothing but a means to an end. My stomach churned, and without thinking, my hand flew to my abdomen, pressing against the softness there, fearing they might have gone through with it—cut me open, taken what they wanted. I waited, almost frozen, trying to feel for any pain or incision.But there was nothing. No ache, no wound, just the pounding of my heart against my ribs and a lingering ache in my
Christopher’s words sent a fresh wave of emotion crashing over me, and I had to look away, afraid that he’d see just how deeply his kindness affected me with the tears starting to well up in my eyes.I took another sip of the soup, trying to focus on it and not anywhere else but I felt Christopher’s gaze on me, steady and unwavering as he pulled out the chair next to me and settled down.Taking this as a cue to leave us alone, the housekeeper packed the peas and excused herself.On the other hand, Christopher gestures for me to continue eating.“Tell me immediately you feel uncomfortable and the doctor will come and check on you. Is that clear?” Christopher said to me as his brows deep.I saw the concern that flashed across his eyes and felt a sense of relief wash through me.“I will,” I answered softly and continued eating, devouring everything in my plate as he watched me silently.“Do you want more? You didn’t get to have dinner with me as planned, you must be famished,” he
Christopher’s POV The soft clink of dishes and the gentle morning light spilling through the dining room window felt peaceful, reminding me of last night; the softness of Emily's body in my arms. She had somehow clung to me in the middle of the night and I must say that I did enjoy having her in my arms. My heart eased the moment I finally saw Emily stepping toward me, a faint smile lighting her face. The colour had returned to her cheeks, and there was a subtle strength in her step that had been missing just yesterday. “Good morning, Christopher,” she greeted, her voice calm and a touch lighter than I’d expected. It was as if she’d managed to pack away yesterday’s pain, tucking it at the back of her mind. “Good morning, Emily,” I replied, watching her settle in the chair beside me. “That’s a fine choice of outfit for today,” I added, gesturing to the crisp navy dress she wore as if I wasn’t the one that picked it out for her. Emily’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of
Emily's POV. After parting ways with Christopher on the last floor outside the elevator, I made my way into my office and walked straight to my desk, breathing in the familiar brisk scent of the office. The cleaners had been long gone after finishing their duties. I settled my bag, powering on my own computer, and felt the need to start my daily routine right—espresso for Christopher. It seemed like the right thing do at this moment and besides, it will allow me an opportunity to meet him so soon again. With my heart all warmed up by him, I have come to this point where I no longer wanted to hold back my feelings for him. After every single things he had done for me, it's only right that I started to reciprocate his feelings. Balancing the cup carefully in a tray, I made my way to Christopher's office. His smile softened as I placed it on his desk and took a step back. “You didn’t have to go through the trouble,” he said with a low chuckle. “I already had coffee with yo
Emily’s POV. I felt a strong sense of relief wash over me as I entered the house with Christopher by my side and holding my hand. But the silent authority his presence held that changed the energy around us, brought discomfort to my parents the moment we walked in. Mum's gaze widened slightly, seeing me come home with Christopher holding my hand, but she quickly composed herself, offering a thin smile. Dad’s gaze shifted, his discomfort plain. They hadn’t expected Christopher, and the sudden formality that filled the room only emphasized that fact. We exchanged brief pleasantries, a surface-level politeness. Christopher maintained a calm demeanor, his face unreadable. I had no doubt he was gauging every response, every gesture, silently absorbing each interaction to determine if my parents took his warning seriously. Yes, though I don’t know the details of the conversation Christopher had with my parents, but I can hundred percent conclude that he must have threatened
The next morning, I made the deliberate choice to avoid breakfast with my parents. The thought of sitting across from them, forced to exchange pleasantries after everything, was unbearable. So, instead, I requested that a servant bring my meal to my room.As I nibbled at the food, the silence of my room offered a kind of comfort I hadn’t felt in a long time. The only sounds were soft footsteps outside my door and the distant voices. It was a brief moment of solitude before the day’s preparations began, a quiet pocket of peace.After breakfast, my door opened, and two spa technicians entered, all efficiency and professionalism, their hands carrying supplies for what looked like an entire beauty treatment. My mother had clearly spared no expense.“You’re here for the full-body massage, correct?” I asked, standing up from the bed. Earlier this morning before breakfast, a servant had come to inform me of my schedule for today, so I wasn’t surprised.“Yes, ma’am. This will be a full-bo
The private dining room shimmered with elegance, the soft lights casting a warm glow over the scene. I smoothed the fabric of my dress, feeling a little bit of the nerves creep in as I took in the polished elegance of the room, and the finely dressed guests. For the first time in a long time, I felt like a part of something—something larger than myself, and surprisingly, it didn’t feel suffocating.Both families exchanged warm greetings, polite words and subtle smiles as everyone settled into their seats. And just as I took a quiet breath, Tessa appeared, beaming as she moved toward me, her arms open wide. “Emily!” she exclaimed, wrapping me in a tight embrace. “You look incredible,” she whispered with a grin, pulling back to give me a long look. Her eyes sparkled with that familiar warmth, and for a moment, it was like we were just two friends at a casual gathering. Her energy was infectious, and I couldn’t help but feel my nerves ease a bit.“Thank you, Tess,” I murmured, retu