Emelda's POV As I walked into my room, my stomach gave out a rumbling noise, accompanied with a sharp pain. It was obvious; hunger pangs. I hadn't eaten since the previous night and it was past noon already. Holding my stomach so tightly, I collapsed onto the bed as my aching muscles due to cleaning and cooking yearned for rest. I was exhausted and it was clearly visible on my face. Just as I'm about to drift off to sleep, the door opens, and my stepsister, Natasha, barged in. "Emelda," she snapped, her voice shrill and accusatory. "Why haven't you cleaned my room yet?" Rubbing my eyes, I sat up, "I was busy," I replied, my voice quiet. "Busy?" Natasha repeated, her voice dripping with disgust. "Busy doing what, exactly? You're just simply lazy, Emelda, a worthless little servant." I bit my lip as I tried to hold back the anger rising within me. "I'm not lazy," I answered back, my voice stronger now. "I work hard for this family, and I deserve some respect." Natasha's face transformed into a sneer, and before I could react, she grabbed the cup of water on my cabinet and hurled it at me, the water splashing across my face and soaking my clothes. I gasped in shock, my hands going to my face as the cold water dripped down my skin. My heart thundered, shock, anger, and humiliation swelling up through me. "How dare you speak to me like that?" Natasha yelled, the rage inside of her visible on her face. "See, you're nothing but a pathetic servant girl. You'll never be anything more than that." She spat angrily. I blinked away the water, my eyes meeting hers. "You don't know anything about me," I spat back, unable to hold back the rage inside of me anymore, my voice trembling with anger. "You don't know what I'm capable of." "How dare you…" Natasha lifted her hand in anger, but was interrupted as her phone began to ring. With her hands still raised, her palm open, she glared at me, her eyes burning with rage, and glared back at her phone before turning away with a huff. "Don't ever forget your place, Emelda," she hissed over her shoulder as she stormed out of the room. "You are nothing! And would always be nothing!" I let out a loud cry as I placed my white silk cotton blanket over my mouth to restrict the noise from traveling through the walls of my room. I sat back onto the bed, my body shaking with anger and fear. I wiped the water from my face, my fingers still trembling, as I tried to calm myself down. Moments after Natasha's dramatic exit, she bursts back into my room, a triumphant grin stretched across her face. "Guess who's here?" she crowed, her voice dripping with venom. "Your old, tattered husband is here to take you away!" Instantly, my heart sank, skipping a beat as I felt color drain from my face. "What?" I whisper, my voice barely audible. Natasha claps her hands together, her eyes shining with glee. "Oh yes! Juana is so pleased to finally be rid of you, especially to a regular old man. She asked that I get you." "Now let's see how you would ever amount to anything." she mocked as she walked out of the room. I swallowed hard and followed Natasha to the sitting room. My hands trembled as I tried to process what I had just heard. When I got into the sitting room, my heart sank and my jaw dropped as my eyes fell on the old man waiting for me. It was the same man I'd helped in the bar, the same man I'd confided in, the man I'd trusted. Instantly, I became overwhelmed. I was disappointed. I couldn't believe that someone I thought was kind, someone who seemed to care about me, would want to destroy my future by marrying me. He must be old enough to be my father, if not older. I swallowed my disgust and managed to force a smile, my eyes locking with his. "Emelda," the old man called out, his voice soft and gentle. "It's so nice to see you again. I nodded, my expression neutral. "As am I," I replied courteously, my voice flat and emotionless. In a few minutes, the old man whom I found out was Jonathan, and Juana rounded up their discussion and bid their goodbyes. "Shall we?" Jonathan spoke softly as he tried to lift my bag. Still overwhelmed, I nodded in affirmation. As we walked down towards the bus stop, He reached out, taking my hand into his. His grip, strong and steady. "I promise you, Emelda, I will treat you with the respect and kindness you deserve." I turned away, my heart heavy with despair. In a few minutes, a bus stopped right in front of us. I climbed into the back, sinking into one of the seats as he climbed in beside me. He reached for my hand again, but I pulled away, my gaze fixed on the window as I avoided eye contact. As the bus took its last commuter and began to move, I couldn't help but wonder what my life would be like now as tears began to build up in the corner of my eyes. Will I be trapped in a loveless marriage, forced to submit to a man I don't even know?
Emelda's POV It was two in the afternoon when the cab which carried us from the bus park came to a halt in front of an old dilapidated apartment complex. "We are home, " Jonathan announced before stepping out of the vehicle and walking over to the other side of the car to help me out. As my silver sandal heel kissed the floor, a knot of dread tightened in my stomach. I stood still for some time as I looked around what was now my new environment and new home. I was jolted back to reality immediately Jonathan who had been talking to the cab driver tapped me softly on my shoulders. "Shall we?" He beckoned, a weathered smile on his wrinkled face. He was a good man, but I couldn't help but feel disgusted that he had gone past me and made a deal to marry me, like I was a property easily sold and bought. Still overwhelmed, I only nodded as I followed him. As we made our way up the stairs, the stairwell leading up to his unit reeked of stale cigarette smoke and mildew, and t
Emelda's POV The world stood still as Jonathan's words rang in my ears for the upteempth time. "I'm going to take a quick nap. I would leave you two to solve your father-in-law and Daughter-in-law squabble." Bryan who had been on his phone uttered as he let out a scornful laughter. Ignoring Bryan, my mind focused on Jonathan's words which echoed in my head, a deafening buzz that drowned out all rational thought. Bryan. Not Jonathan. My husband. My mind reeled, struggling to process the new information. As I stood staring blankly at Jonathan, anger and betrayal welled up like a tidal wave, sweeping away all reason and sense I had. I lashed out, my words hot as the flames as I accused Jonathan of treating me like a possession–a property he could just toss around. I poured out the resentment I had held up inside, letting my raw emotions flow like an untamed river. Suddenly, I realized what I was doing and I caught myself, my voice softening. I had gone overboard with my w
Emelda's POV I jolted awake by the sound of a loud voice and a sharp tap on my shoulder. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty!" The voice called out. It was Bryan's, his tone mocking and aggressive. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sat up, the room still swimming in a haze of grogginess. "What's going on?" I asked, my voice thick with sleep. "Is this how you sleep?" Bryan smirked, his voice dripping with contempt. "Wow, you sleep like the dead. Guess that means you won't be nagging me in the middle of the night, huh?" I ignored his jab, climbed out of bed and smoothed down my hair. "It's late," I said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Dinner should be ready soon." Bryan scoffed. "Yeah, well, I'm starving. What is there to eat?" Swallowing the retort rising in my throat, I headed to the kitchen. I opened the old wooden cupboard to find a bag of rice and some tinned vegetables. Not exactly a five-star meal, but it'll have
Bryan's POV My teeth clashed in anger and my mind seethed with rage as I stormed out of the house, leaving Emelda still standing in shock. I knew my words cut through her but I didn't mind. It was a dumb idea agreeing to whatever my grandfather had told her. I pushed the door leading to the stairs open with such force that it slammed against the wall, sending a reverberating noise across the empty stairwell. Still enraged, I take the stairs, two at a time, my footsteps echoing in the dank and dingy stairwell. As I rounded the corner to the ground floor, my hand brushed against something sticky and rough. Realizing it was a cobweb, I let out a cry of disgust. The cobweb dangled like a ghostly specter from the ceiling. Filled with disgust, I furiously shake my hand, wiping the cobweb's residue on the almost rusted metallic rail. "Disgusting," I muttered under my breath, my irritation boiling over. “This place is a dump, just like everything else in my life right now.” I
(Bryan's POV) As the car pulled up at my destination, a deep feeling of joy and excitement washed over me. I was ready to party and get wasted. I had had enough for the day, and this was the only way I could release all the piled up stress. "Have a great night, Sir." The driver uttered, his face beaming with joy as he counted the money I paid, including the extra tip I gave him. As I stepped out of the Uber, I tried my best to hide my embarrassment. I couldn’t let anyone know the real reason why I wasn’t driving my own car. Immediately I dismissed the driver, I caught sight of my friend, Luke, strolling towards me. “Hey, Bryan! Where’s your ride at?” he asked, jokingly. “Thought you’d show up in your flashy car. I know how you love her so much and always want to show her to the world.” I let out a forced laugh. “Oh, she’s getting some TLC at the mechanic’s,” I lied, trying to sound casual. “Just giving my baby a treat.” Luke chuckled. “You and that car of yours, man. It’s lik
(Emelda's POV) I was still standing in shock at the piercing words Bryan had hurled at me, when I heard a knock on the door. The dinner I had labored to make earlier and served to Bryan still sat on the table, the food barely touched. I quickly wiped the stray tear that had escaped my eye. Thinking it must be Bryan, I ran towards the door. Maybe he’d come to apologize, or perhaps he’d forgotten something. But when I opened the door, it was his grandfather, Jonathan, standing on the other side. My face flushed with embarrassment as he looked around the messy living room and the untouched food on the dinner table. “Emelda,” Jonathan said, his eyebrow furrowing and his voice calm but firm. “Is everything alright?” I swallowed hard, fighting to keep my emotions in check. “Yes, everything is fine,” I lied. “Bryan was just here, he left a few minutes ago.” Jonathan raised an eyebrow, stepping further into the apartment and staring long at the dinner table. “Really? It doesn’t
(Emelda's POV) It was almost an hour, but Jonathan and Bryan's conversation intensified with every minute. I had tried to fall asleep earlier but the thundering noise echoing through the walls hindered me. I paced around the bedroom, trying to piece together the fragments of information I had. Jonathan seemed to be in charge, but was he the one controlling Bryan? And if so, why? Was it because of me? And why are they talking and shouting about a blocked card? As I pondered these questions, I finally heard the argument in the living room come to an abrupt end, followed by the sound of the front door slamming shut. I froze, wondering if Bryan had left. Cautiously, trying to avoid the creaking sound of the wooden door, I opened the bedroom door, peering out into the living room. It was empty. Bryan had left, and Jonathan was nowhere to be found. I stood there, my heart racing. I felt so lost, so alone. I didn’t know what was happening, or what my place in all of this was.
(Jonathan's POV)I could see the shock on Emelda’s face as she processed the information that Bryan was her husband, and not me. I knew that this was a lot to take in, and she needed time and space to digest the news. But I decided to try to comfort and talk with her. But just as I was about to speak, my phone buzzed for the third time in a row. Glancing down, I saw that it was my assistant.I didn’t want Emelda to know about this call or be able to overhear our conversation, so I quickly silenced the phone and excused myself.“I’m sorry, Emelda, but I need to take this call,” I said, my voice firm but gentle. “Please give me a moment.”With that, I turned and walked out of the apartment, pulling out my phone as I did so."Good afternoon Sir," My assistant greeted me over the phone. "So sorry to bother you sir, it's just that…" She added calmly. “It's alright, I couldn’t take the call earlier,” I replied . “What’s the situation?”"I have some information from the head of operation