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My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 15
Bryan's POVI stormed out of the country club, my face burning with anger.I couldn't believe that my grandfather had blocked my card, leaving me humiliated in front of my friends.How dare he do this to me? Doesn't he know who I am? Doesn't he know that I'm the only legacy he has left? I gritted my teeth, my fists clenching as I marched down the lighted city streets to go flag a cab down.I was done playing nice. If my grandfather wanted a war, he was going to get one.I didn't care if it meant burning everything he own to the ground.As I strode through the streets, my mind raced with thoughts of revenge."Good day sir," the cab driver greeted. "Where are we going?" Still enraged, I angrily told the driver my destination as I entered the cab. I stewed in the backseat of the private cab, my anger still simmering like a pot on the verge of boiling over.My phone buzzed for the fifth time, the persistent ringing only serving to heighten my irritation. With a growl, I snatched it up
Last Updated : 2024-09-03My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 16
Bryan's POV"You better stop being a spoiled child, throwing tantrums because you didn't get your way." My grandfather's voice thundered across the room. "Grow up! Bryan."I roared, my fury reaching a fever pitch as I spun to face him once more, ready to strike."You are just a bitter old man, looking for where you can exercise your power." I snarled, spitting out venom. "You are despicable and…!"In a flash, before I could complete my words, Jonathan's hand shot out, landing heavily on my face. I gasped for breath, the force like a vise, almost sending me to the ground. Firing a last glance at Jonathan, whose eyes burned with a rage to match my own, I stormed out of the apartment. "How dare he do that?" I blurted as I stormed down the stairs, my rage a palpable force that sprang forth from my inside wrapping every fiber of my being."Pathetic old man," I muttered, cursing beneath my breath, the words bitter on my tongue. "I'll show him what happens when you cross me."With each st
Last Updated : 2024-09-04My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 17
Emelda’s POV"Be strong," he whispered, his voice a soft whisper of wind. "You are strong. You are brave."I leaned into his touch in as much as I don't want to be strong, the safety and comfort of his presence was a balm to my soul.As his fingers continued to stroke my hair, the chaotic swirl of my emotions began to quiet, I felt peace. "You can do anything," he continued, his voice soothing and gentle. "You're stronger than you know."I nodded, his words sinking deep into my consciousness, planting seeds of strength and resilience within me."Always know that I'm proud of you," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Always remember that.” he said once more as his touch on my hair faded gently until I couldn't feel it anymore.“Father!” I whispered inaudibly, barely hearing my own voice as a snapped my eyes open.I was met by a handsome face, our bodies so close I could feel the rise and fall of his breath against my own,his eyes dark with desire, his breath heavy with the
Last Updated : 2024-09-05My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 18
Emelda's POV“Get off!” I squealed, pushing Bryan off my body with all the strength in me. I wasn't able to take it any more. Even though, deep down my body wanted his but, I wouldn't want my first time to be in this manner. I wanted it to be a blissful experience, one where I would give myself wholly and my partner would do the same without being under the influence of alcohol or anything. As I stared at Bryan who was now on the floor after losing his balance, I shivered. I was shocked, I didn't know how or from where the strength sprang from. Somewhere deep within me, a spark of defiance was ignited, and the words of my father from my dream blazed through the fog of fear.As I laid in the bed still trying to understand what just happened, Bryan climbed back and charge towards me. His eyes still clouded in passion. Mustering all my strength, I pushed against Bryan again, shoving him with all my might
Last Updated : 2024-09-06My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 19
Bryan's POV My arms were still wrapped around Emelda, the warmth of her body against mine causing my hormones to swirl up and my mind racing with imagination when the kitchen door swung open. It was Jonathan.Emelda and I were too late to break off from our initial position. Jonathan paused in his track, his eyes flicking between us, his expression unreadable. For a moment, it seemed like time stood still, the silence heavy with unspoken questions or words from either of us. The awkward silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity.And then, in a gesture that was almost dismissive, he looked away, smiling faintly as he coughed to clear his throat.Moving his gaze and allowing his eyes to fall on Emelda, Jonathan finally broke the silence, his voice calm and measured. "Emelda," he said, "Are you ready for today?"Emelda stiffened, I could tell as I watched her, her body tensing with a sudden alertness. She glanced up at Jonathan, her eyes wide and uncertain, before turning.
Last Updated : 2024-09-07My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 20
Emelda's POVIn a few minutes, we were done with the breakfast Jonathan prepared. Amazingly, the eggs were delicious. I picked up my small black leathered bag containing some documents I was lucky to find in my box, and followed Jonathan out. As our feet descended the stairs, the sound of my flat sandal heels echoed through the hallways. I looked at Jonathan who was on his phone and my mind wandered back to the memories earlier in the kitchen.It began to replay the events of that morning in my head. The memory of Bryan's eyes on me, the way he had looked at me with something almost like affection, and the way his arms felt on my waist lingered like a ghostly image, haunting me even as I stepped down each stair and into the bright sunshine. I wondered why Jonathan hadn't said anything to me yet. As my mind continued to play the scene of my previous memories, a blush stole across my cheeks.
Last Updated : 2024-09-08My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 21
Jonathan's POV As soon as Emelda disappeared into the building through the glass door, my hand shot to my jacket pocket, my fingers grasping the cool metal of my phone.I quickly dialed the number for the HR head at the architectural firm, my voice steady and authoritative.“Good morning, Mr James on the line.” His voice transmitted across the phone."This is Jonathan Rodriguez," I said, without preamble. “Sir!.. Goo..good morning” The HR head answered in surprise and reverence as he stammered."There's a lady in for the interview, she should be in the waiting room by now. I need you to make sure she is offered the job position today. There are no ifs or buts about it. She will have the job."“Ye…yes sir, of course sir,” The HR head replied, his voice revealing that he was taken aback, but had quickly recovered as his tone turned deferential.“But sir, if you don't mind me asking, how will I k
Last Updated : 2024-09-09My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 22
Bryan's POV I sank into the couch, my body heavy with exhaustion and my mind a whirlpool of emotions. It was weird that I noticed the apartment was too quiet without Emelda, her presence an absence that seemed to echo in the silence.I sipped my coffee, its warmth doing nothing to ease the chill in my bones. As I stared out the window, my thoughts turned to the early hours of the morning, to the memory of Emelda sitting tensed before me on the bed, her naked body a temptation and a call.Her beauty, indeed, had been breathtaking, her vulnerability arousing and maddening all at once. I could still feel the way my heart had pounded, my blood thrumming with a savage desire that seemed to overwhelm my senses.Although I was drunk, it wasn't the alcohol in my body that made me want her. It was the deep desire and the beauty of her skin that called out to me. And yet, even as I had reached for her, my hands greedy and possessive, a small voice inside me had protested, reminding me tha
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My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 91
Bryan's POV I sat in the silence of the living room after making sure my house was rid of Cassandra and every single thing Cassandra owned. With anger still coursing through me, I sat rigid as I stared blankly at the television in front of me. My mind drifted as the images flashed on the screen, the light from the LED screen washing over my face as I sat in contemplation.As much as I tried to follow through with the show on the television, my thoughts instead turned to Emelda, the woman I had loved and lost, her face floating in the darkness of my mind as I thought about where she might be.I closed my eyes, the memories of Emelda swirling in my mind as I remembered the past, the feelings of love and happiness we had shared before everything had gone wrong, before I had pushed her away.As irritation towards myself grew, I sighed, sat up and reached for the remote control. I muted the television and sat alone in silence with my thoughts in the room. I had to think well and fast.
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Bryan's POV “Sir, the company's truck we ordered has been delivered.” My assistant, Shan, spoke over the phone as we spoke. “Oh really?” I replied, my tone calm and professional. “I will join you downstairs soon, I need to inspect it myself.” I added just before ending the call. It's been over two years and I was excited with the accomplishments and heights the company has risen to. As I stood up from my comfortable wheeled chair and began walking towards the door, my eyes fell on the picture of Jonathan on the left side of the wall. Although sad, I smiled. I felt fulfilled and happy that I had made him proud. With a smile still on my face, I reached out for the doorknob, opened it and exited my office for the parking lot underground.I met Shan at the doorway leading to the parking lot. Without a word, he joined me as I descended the stairs. As we walked towards the truck, we heard voices of two ladies discussing. Shan gave me a look as we found out that one of those ladies w
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Emelda's POV My heart shattered into a million pieces as I watched Bryan and Cassandra walk away, my vision blurry with tears as I tried to process what was happening. “Why was Bryan with Cassandra? Are they now together?” I thought, my mind dazzled with confusion and I stood, rooted to the spot. As I continued to stare at them, this time with their backs facing me, I pondered in my mind as I tried to understand why Bryan had betrayed me, why he had chosen Cassandra over me. Why couldn't he just believe my own words? I thought two people in love are supposed to trust each other too? I felt a sob rip through me, my body shaking with grief as I leaned against a wall, my hands pressed to my face as I wept. "Why, Bryan?" I whispered, my voice breaking as I stared after them, the pain and loss tearing through me like a storm. I was numb with grief, my thoughts spinning as I stood there, my body shaking with sobs as the world around me seemed to fade away. To think that Bryan wasn
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Emelda's POV The streets were bustling with activity, the sound of car horns and street vendors calling out their wares echoing through the air. I moved through the crowds, my eyes scanning the faces of the people around me as I headed towards the park. The buildings in that environment were old and rundown, the paint peeling and the windows cracked as I walked past, the scent of exhaust and garbage filling my nostrils. I kept my head down, my shoulders hunched as I avoided the stares of the men on the street, their leers and whistles making my skin crawl. After a few more minutes of walking, I came closer to the park. Sighting the bus I was about to leave, I broke into a run, my heart pounding in my chest as I dodged the people on the sidewalk, my breath coming in short gasps. "Wait!" I shouted, my voice raw with desperation as I reached the bus stop, waving my arms frantically at the driver. The bus slowed, the brakes screeching as it came to a stop, and I climbed aboard F
My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. chapter 86
My head was pounding as I leaned back in the passenger seat, the world around me spinning as the cab pulled away from Cassandra's house. "Idiot," I muttered, my voice low and venomous as I glared out the window into the quiet street."What the hell were you thinking?"I ran my hands through my hair, my mind racing as I tried to remember what had happened.“Oh! The bar. I guess I got so drunk,” I recalled my jaw clenching as the memories of the previous night and the videos I received came rushing into my mind.The thoughts of Cassandra and me in an intimate position crossed my mind and immediately my heart cringed. “Gosh! I just hope nothing like that happened.” I let out as I ran my palm across my face. "Cassandra," I growled, my jaw clenching again as I recalled her face last night, her voice, her touch. "She was all over me, practically dripping with seduction."I shook my head, disgusted with myself. "I should have been smarter," I muttered. "I should have resisted her."But I h
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Emelda's POV “My child… My child, Emelda.” The old woman's voice rang out in the small room she used as her sitting room, piercing through my thoughts as I stared lost in thoughts into the unfamiliar streets. I flinched as she touched me, bringing me back to the present. I quickly covered the curtain and sank into a nearby wooden seat by the side, fear and uncertainty flooding back into my mind."Are you okay, child?" the woman asked, her voice gentle and kind as she moved her hands from my shoulder to my head, a look of concern etched across her weathered face."I… I…I'm fine," I murmured, my voice shaking slightly as I tried to gather my composure. "I'm just worried about everything that has been happening, and my husband isn't picking up my calls.""I'm sorry, dear," the old woman said, her voice soft and apologetic. "I know you're worried about your husband, but you need to take it easy, remember the baby’s life is at risk."I nodded, my mind still clouded with worry as I locked
