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My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 9
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 stro
Last Updated : 2024-08-30My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 10
(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 like
Last Updated : 2024-08-30My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 11
(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 loo
Last Updated : 2024-08-31My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 12
(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. Was
Last Updated : 2024-08-31My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 13
(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 th
Last Updated : 2024-09-01My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 14
(Jonathan's POV)As the meeting with the heads of departments came to a close, I wasted no time in turning my attention to the pile of documents that required my review. The clock was ticking, and I knew that every minute was precious.With a sigh, I settled into my chair and began to work my way through the stack. My mind whirred as I processed the data and assessed each situation. Some of the reports were promising and exciting for our expansion, others less so, but I knew that each one deserved my full attention, so I carefully went through them all. "Finally," I uttered softly as I scrawled my signature across the final sheet and closed its file.I reached for my phone and dialed my assistant."Elizabeth," I said as she answered, my voice even and authoritative. "I've finished with the documents. Please make sure they're filed away appropriately and communicated to the relevant parties.""Okay sir," she answered, nodding her head slightly. "Would that be all sir? Any further i
Last Updated : 2024-09-02My 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
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Bryan's POVImmediately, I reached out to Emelda, my hand on her arm as I tried to calm her, my words soft and reassuring as I spoke. "We have to trust the police, hun." After much struggle, I was able to calm her down as she listened to my words. “Will we get them back?” She asked, her words not seeking an answer but a strong reassurance. “We will hun. We will.” I answered. Taking Emelda by the hand, we sat on the long bench at the waiting area. “No, I can't wait anymore.” Emelda voiced as she suddenly stood up. She was scared and frustrated. “It's either you and your team move in now or be prepared to have a dead woman in your station.” Emelda threatened, her eyes red hot. As Emelda's words echoed through the station, the officer's demeanor changed, his face tense and focused as he nodded to his colleagues, his words quick and decisive as he ordered them to take action.Within minutes, the police had mobilized, their cars speeding through the streets as they headed towards Nat
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Bryan's POV Emelda and I sat shocked and confused for a while as we tried to process the information we had just heard. “What do you mean?” Emelda asked, her eyes still widened in shock as she stood up abruptly, panic and fear evident in her eyes. “Kids, what kids?" I asked, my voice trembling with emotion as I stood by Emelda's side, totally lost. I forgot Emelda had broken the news about her pregnancy a few months after we had separated. "Our kids, Martha and Marco," Emelda answered, her calm voice turning sharp. Ignoring Emelda's outburst which was obviously due to the emotions whirling up in her inside, I turned to face the driver who had delivered the news. His face was pale and drawn as he stood before us, he was shaking from too much adrenaline brought about from the fear he felt. “When and where did this happen?” I asked, my voice cracking as I tried to gather any information that could be helpful. "Just an hour ago," the driver said, his voice barely audible as
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.
My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 90
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
My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. Chapter 89
Emelda's POV My heart softened as I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers working deftly to fix my hair as I heard the pitter patter of tiny feet outside my room.A moment later, the door burst open, revealing my two beautiful children, my heart swelling with love as I smiled at them.It was exactly two years since the fateful day I had been a whirlwind of emotions, deciding to let Bryan be and never go back pleading or begging, As I went back down the memory lane, the sting of betrayal and heartbreak from Bryan stood fresh in my mind.Taking a deep breath, I pushed away the thoughts back to the cage I had locked it in. I was glad that I was healing and moving on.“Good morning, mummy,” Marco and Martha echoed, drawing me back to reality, their voices laced with so much joy. "Good morning, my little angels," I answered back, my voice soft and gentle as I knelt down to hug and greet them, my fingers brushing against their soft, chubby cheeks as I kissed them each in turn.The t
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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
My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. chapter 87
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
My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. chapter 85
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
