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My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 34
Bryan’s POVI hit my fist slightly on the empty space beside me as the car drove off leaving Emelda few blocks away from the house. “Can you speed up?” I growled at the innocent driver. “Sir, this isn’t a highway sir. Houses are all over. We wouldn't want to mistakenly run into kids playing in the streets sir.” He answered, his voice low and respectful. “I don’t care, do as I say.” I answered without thinking, allowing my anger to get to me.As the car picked up speed I knew that I was being reckless but I just wanted all the raging emotions within me to stop. I just didn’t want to feel. I wanted to become numb.I wanted to not have any care in this world.“How dare she talk to me in that manner again.” I spat almost inaudibly. “Acting like she knows me too well. Who gave her that damn right.” As I fumed in anger, I realized I wasn't just angry at Emelda anymore rather I was mad
My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 35
Bryan's POVThe scent of the early morning sun wafted through my nose as I laid tired on the bed. I blinked my eyes open and was surprised to find myself alone in the bed, Emelda's side of the mattress empty, the sheets still imprinted with the shape of her body.Reaching for my phone, I checked the time, surprised to see that it was just past seven. I thought I had overslept, yesterday was indeed a handful. She must have woken up early, I thought to myself, feeling a sense of unease as I sat up in bed, my mind racing as I tried to figure out where she would be.As I sat there, the memory of Emelda's crying from the night before became fresh in my mind.I had come in to get my phone, thinking she would be asleep. I came in quietly but my heart shattered when I saw her face all buried in the pillow as she sobbed quietly. “Oh! Bryan, what did you do.” I rhetorically asked, deep ache spreading through
My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 36
Emelda's POVI settled into my desk, my mind wondering what I ate that upsetted my stomach this bad. I had visited the ladies room twice this morning already. Booting my laptop, I was surprised to hear the front desk receptionist calling my name, her voice carrying a hint of excitement."Emelda, you have a package," she said, her tone eager as I rose from my seat, my curiosity piqued as I followed her down the hall.As I reached the reception area, I saw a bouquet of flowers sitting on the front desk, the sight catching me off guard as I studied the arrangement, the colorful blooms filling the space with their sweet scent.As I stepped closer, my hand reaching out to pick up the bouquet, I noticed a small card tucked into the arrangement, my heart fluttering as I realized it must be a message from the sender."To Emelda," the note read in a simple, yet elegant script. "You are beautiful, strong, and talented. You
My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 37
Emelda's POV “Well, well, well," the very familiar voice said, the words dripping with disdain as I turned to see my stepsister Natasha standing there, a smirk on her face as she surveyed the scene before her. “Natasha," I said, my voice cool and detached as I met her gaze, my body tensing as I tried to keep my emotions in check."What are you doing, Cinderella? Shopping for a prince?" She mocked, her hands rolling her brown hair. "Do you have some balls to attend, CinderEmelda?" As she spoke, I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, the old wounds of our relationship reopening as I struggled to find the right words to respond.“Not now, Natasha.” I uttered, taking my gaze off her to focus on the rack of dresses in front of me."You know, Emelda, you've always been nothing but a wannabe," Natasha spat, her voice dripping with contempt as she took a step closer to me, her eyes flashing with malice. "You're just a pathetic
My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 38
Bryan's POV As I stepped into my apartment, the door closed behind me with a soft click.The apartment was too quiet, I wondered where everybody went, knowing Emelda had actually left work earlier than I did.Drained as hell, I dropped my black leather bag onto the couch as I sunk myself right into it too. My body was still tense from the information I received. I stared blankly at the wall in front of me, my mind still reeling from the shock of the text message that had interrupted my conversation with Emelda earlier that day at work."What the hell?" I muttered to myself, my brain still trying to process the words on the screen. The memories of the words on the screen burnt itself strongly into my memory as I relived the moment over and over again. I could memorize every word, every letter. “What mind blowing audacity she got.” I hissed, my fingers trembling slightly as I clutched the phone in m
My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 39
Natasha’s POVAs I flagged down a cab that would take me home, I couldn’t help but still be amazed. What had played before my eyes in the shopping mall still stunned me. “Had it all just been a farce or had Jonathan or whatever his name was just purchased the second and last remaining Crescent Sole designer shoe?” I questioned myself.My gosh! I have always longed to have that designer shoe, but of course I wouldn’t be able to afford it even if I wished. Not with our current financial status. But, how? I gasped for the umpteenth time. “How had Jonathan managed to snag that shoe?”As I tried to wrap my head around it, I recalled a friend telling me that the Crescent sole designer shoe alone was worth almost half a grand, yet that pathetic had bought it on the spot. Was he not supposed to be poor and wretched?“No! Something didn’t add up.” I reiterated to myself.I was s
My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 40
Bryan's POV The loud noise we heard earlier sounded again, this time louder and unable to ignore as it vibrated across the walls. Emelda's eyes, like an automatic robot, moved from me and fell at the door. With the noise too loud to ignore, I dashed out of the room. As I stormed out of the room, my mind clouded with rage and frustration, I barely registered Emelda's footsteps behind me. “What's all these?” I asked, irritated by the persistent banging. I allowed Emelda's words telling me to calm down to fall on deaf ears as I made my way towards the sitting room, my heart still pounding in my chest as I tried to calm my racing thoughts. And then, just as I was about to turn the corner into the sitting room, The loud noise sounded again, this time clearer from within. The noise came from our very door. Someone has been banging on it.
My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 41
Emelda's POV I stood in shock for about a minute, everything around me frozen.It can't be! With my heart racing, and my feet barely able to keep up with Bryan, I quickly rushed after Bryan down the stairs.My hands were shaking as I tried to grip the rail for support, and my eyes opened wide with shock as I tried to take in what was happening."Bryan, wait!" I called out, my voice shaky and uncertain as I tried to catch up to him, my breath coming in short gasps as I fought to keep pace, my mind filled with fear and panic.As we reached the street, the sight of Jonathan lying motionless on the ground made my blood run cold, my heart leaping into my throat as I saw the pool of blood spreading beneath him.I shook my head in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the horror of the scene before me."Jonathan!" I gasped, my voice a high, shrill cry as I ran to his side, my knees hitting the pavement with a
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