Emma Watson"What happened to Lena?" "Wasn't she getting the treatment..." A lot of thoughts kept swirling around in my head. I needed a way out of here, but how? "Mrs. Ray..." A small voice cut through the air. "Yes..." I tried to say, but my voice was stuck in my throat. "Mr. Ray is out. He said you should let me know if you needed something." Ray was out? That meant I could find a way out. I thought as I leaned near the bed, towards the door.I opened the door and let her in. "Ma'am, can I quickly visit my sister? She's kinda sick in the hospital." I didn't want to lie, so as not to get into a bigger problem. "Mr. Ray wouldn’t like that." She threw her face to the floor. "Please, please!" I begged as I took her hands in mine. "I will be back before you know it." "I'm sorry, but I can't, Mrs. Ray," she shook her head. "Sir Ray will have my head for breakfast if anything happens to you. Worst case, you don’t return." "Please, ma’am. I will return, and nothing ba
010Emma Watson If I had known that Eliana my mother, was going to call me over because of this hideous joke–then I wouldn't have come.And now Trisha might be in potential trouble because of me. Also the bus scene with the ticket-man and two silly girls."You must be joking mum," my expression darkened.If I hadn't known better I would have said my mum was a gambler."Because how can you auction your daughter, and still want her back as a replacement bride for your other daughter?""Mum I could recall clearly I told you I was married," my mum's fingers collided with my cheek as a sharp pain gushed through me.She drew my ears in warning. "Don't try that ever again if you don't want to end up more miserable."Miserable?"I was worst than that. What can be more miserable than having a mum who disliked you " I thought as my eyes welled up."Um... So sorry for my little daughters display," she smiled at her guests."She's all your now." She said as she pushed me towards them."Yes she's
Ray MaverickThe meeting with the board members was crucial last night, so I had to attend. I had planned to punish Emma for speaking to her Master in that manner, but I had plenty of time to do that. After adjusting my cufflinks, I sprayed my signature perfume. I knew I couldn't see myself, but I bet my looks could kill. With one final attempt, I fixed my glasses as I went downstairs to have breakfast. Trisha served the food. I could hear the cup she held shivering in her hands, and then its shattered pieces filled the atmosphere. "Are you alright, Ma'am Trisha?" "Yes, yes, Mr. Ray." Her voice broke as she said it. "I'm so sorry for my clumsy mistake." "I will quickly get this cleaned." With that, her steps blurred. Trisha returned moments later, the sound of the broom sweeping filling the air, followed by the clinking of broken glass. "Trisha!" "Yes, Mr. Ray?" "Where's Emma?" "Emma?" y"Yes, Trisha. Where is she?" "Uhm..." I could sense Trisha's unease. "Mrs.
Emma Watson."Or what?" his voice cut through again. I felt weak, my knees wobbling like jelly beans."Or you would have my husband to content with," I said defiance in my voice.The all broke out into laughter."Husband!" One from amongest the men in the room, retorted."And who's your husband?" The old man's voice cut through the air."Ray Maverick," I managed to let out my words hoping Raymond's name could make an effect to scaring this people."The blind heir?" The resumed another round of laughter."Don't be silly girl, what will Ray's wife be doing in that apartment of yours,""You don't believe me? Then give me my phone let me call him.""Oh little girl threatening to call Ray's number. Do you think he's that easy to access?""I myself don't have Ray's number despite my connections talk less or you," his eyes sruntinized me.The music was slowing dying down as everyone faced me."Well I would have loved to see you try, but sadly your mobile is with your mom.""Enough of the chi
Emma Watson"What? No!" I spoke out in defense. "Trisha is not leaving." "Punish me if you must, but please spare Trisha her job." I broke into a sob. I couldn't let Trisha pay for my mistakes. Rayian was still sipping his drink while I was still standing. "No, it's okay, Emma," Trisha spoke as she cupped my face in her palm. "It was my fault, Emma. Something bad might have happened to you," she smiled at me. "But nothing happened, Trisha," I insisted. Just when I had hoped to find a mother in Ma'am Trisha, Rayian wanted to steal that away from me too. "Let's be grateful to Sir Rayian for only sending me away and not handing me over to the cops," Trisha spoke, now in tears. She turned to Rayian. "Thank you, sir. It was truly a pleasure working for you. And I'm sorry for anywhere I might have been incompetent in my duties." "If I had the chance again in my next life, I would still choose to work for you. But this time around, I would do better at my job." "Goodbye
Ray Maverick"I'm sorry, sir. It was never my intention," the screaming voices of the sex workers' masters filled the air. For a moment, I wished I could see the sweet torture my men subjected them to. "What are you sorry about, Cairo?" I asked but was met with no answer. "Or what wasn't your intention?" "Getting ladies forcefully to work in your illegal brothel?" "Or using these ladies' videos on the internet without their consent?" "I'm sorry, sir," his voice interrupted me. "Stop saying that, Cairo. It only infuriates me more." "So, where was I?" I said before listing all the things Abel was able to find on Cairo and his crew. "Or having unprotected sex with these women, despite the fact that they were against it?" "It's a lie, Rayian," he spoke again. "Don't you interrupt me, Cairo," I spoke, the anger within me threatening to burst out. Because of him, I did what I wasn't supposed to do tonight. So it was only right he tasted my wrath if he pushed further.
Emma Watson"Mother!" I called out as I walked with Mira toward the door. There she was, standing tall as ever after all the hardship she had put me through. "My daughter," she said as she hugged me. "I'm sorry for what I did to you," she said, tears streaming down her face. "They threatened to take Lena away from the hospital," she started, "and I couldn't allow that, dear." She pulled me out of the hug, cupping my face in her hands. Her smile was reassuring, but it pierced my heart. She immediately went down on her knees. "Emma, please forgive me. You know I love you," she added. "I couldn't just let them take Lena away, so I decided to use you since you were now influential," she continued. "It was just an act, my baby." She got me seated by the corridor as Mira watched the scene unfold. "I was just acting accordingly so they would buy my story," she kept flushing out words from her disgusting mouth without even letting me speak. "Please don't cry, baby girl," s
Ray MaverickI had just found out who was involved in the scheme with Carioa. How could she? Despite the fact that she was related, I would make her pay. "Mr. Ray, your phone has been ringing repeatedly," Abel said as the car jerked a bit, going up the high way and then speeding through. "Oh, I didn't notice," I retorted. I was really out of space. "Who's that?" I asked. "It's your grandpa, Mr. Ray," he spoke. "Oh, Grandpa. He must have heard the news." I took the phone from Abel after he received the call. "Hello, Grandpa," I answered. "My favorite grandson, Ray, how are you doing?" "I'm fine, Grandpa," I said, trying to mask my feelings. "How's your beautiful wife doing?" he asked. Definitely, Grandpa had heard the news but was just playing dumb. "She's fine, Grandpa," I answered back. "That's nice, Rayian. Don't hesitate to come to me if you need anything." "Yes, Grandpa, I won't." With that, we ended the call as I handed the phone back to Abel. "Sir, are
Emma WatsonMy heart pounded as I pushed through the crowded streets, searching desperately for Ray.Something wasn’t right.The way his phone kept ringing with no answer. The way my stomach twisted with a growing sense of dread.Celeste’s warning echoed in my mind.Benita isn’t working alone. She never was.She wants to take Ray down. Completely.And she knows the best way to do that… is through you.I felt sick.If Benita was planning something, Ray was already in danger. And if he didn’t pick up his phone, it could only mean one thing—He was already caught in the middle of whatever she had planned.I pulled out my phone and called Lucas.He picked up on the first ring.“Where is he?” I asked, breathless.Lucas cursed under his breath. “I tried stopping him. I swear, I did.”A cold wave of fear washed over me. “Stopping him from what?”“Going after Vincent.”My blood ran cold.“Where?” I demanded.Lucas hesitated. “Emma—”“Where, Lucas?” I snapped.A pause. Then—“The old warehouse
Chapter 49A New Player on Board Emma WatsonI gripped the edge of the door, my knuckles turning white.Celeste DeLuca.The name alone sent a jolt of fear through me. I didn’t know much about the DeLuca family, but what I did know was enough to make my stomach twist.And now one of them was standing at my doorstep.Her sharp green eyes flickered with amusement, as if she could see every thought running through my mind. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”Every instinct screamed at me to slam the door in her face.But something about her made me pause.She didn’t look threatening—at least, not in the obvious way. There was no gun, no knife. No sign that she meant me immediate harm.And yet…I didn’t trust her.I forced myself to speak. “Why are you here?”Celeste’s smile didn’t falter. “Like I said—I came to talk.”I swallowed hard. “About Ray?”Her eyes gleamed. “Yes. And Benita.”That name was enough to send another shiver down my spine.I hesitated, my heart pounding. I shouldn’t l
Emma WatsonI woke up to the steady rhythm of Ray’s heartbeat beneath my ear. His arms were wrapped tightly around me, as if he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to. For the first time in days, I felt safe. Secure. Like the storm raging around us couldn’t touch me—not while I was here, in his arms. But reality was waiting. And we couldn’t ignore it forever. I shifted slightly, tilting my head to look at him. His face was relaxed in sleep, but even now, I could see the tension in his features. The weight of everything he had been through still lingered. I reached up, running my fingers lightly over his jaw. His eyes fluttered open. For a second, he just looked at me. Then his lips curved into a slow, lazy smile. “Morning, trouble.” I rolled my eyes, but my heart did a little flip. “Morning.” His arms tightened around me, pulling me closer. “Can we stay like this forever?” I sighed. “I wish.” Ray’s expression darkened slight
Emma WatsonThe weight of Ray’s confession still sat heavy on my chest as I walked back to our Mansion. The night air did little to clear my head; if anything, the wind only intensified the storm of emotions swirling inside me.I had asked for the truth. And I had gotten it.But now… I didn’t know what to do with it.I wrapped my arms around myself as I climbed the stairs to my room. My fingers trembled as I unlocked the door. The second I stepped inside, I let out a shaky breath, pressing my back against the door for support.Ray had been betrayed. Nearly killed. And the woman who had done it wasn’t just some forgotten ghost from his past.Benita was still here.Still haunting him.And she wasn’t done.I thought back to the way Ray had looked at me when I said we’d fight this together. The doubt in his eyes. The fear.He didn’t believe we could win.That terrified me more than anything.I forced myself to move, shedding my coat as I stepped into the dimly lit living room. My head had
Emma WatsonI barely remembered the walk back to my apartment. My mind was a storm of emotions—anger, confusion, heartbreak. Ray had admitted it. He’d loved Benita once. He’d been with her.And he’d kept it from me. The city was alive around me, yet I felt disconnected, my body moving on autopilot. Cars rushed past, their headlights painting streaks of light against wet pavement. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. My hands trembled as I unlocked the door. Mira passed me a glance, but her ignored her walking to my room.Rayian had said I could stay there if I didn't want to share a room with him.The room was dark and still, the silence pressing down on me. It felt colder than usual, as if the walls themselves sensed my turmoil. I dropped my coat onto the couch, rubbing my arms. I needed air.Grabbing my keys, I stepped onto the balcony. The city stretched before me, buildings towering under the moonlight. The cold breeze bit at my skin, but I welcomed it. I gripped the r
Emma Watson I stared at the photograph in my hands, my fingers trembling. Ray’s face stared back at me, younger but unmistakably him. His jaw was sharp, his eyes held the same intensity—but there was something different. A darkness. A cold, calculated expression that sent chills down my spine. And next to him? Benita.Their hands were clasped, their gazes locked like the world around them didn’t exist. My stomach twisted. “You’re lying,” I whispered, shoving the picture back at her. “This doesn’t mean anything.” Benita chuckled, a slow, deliberate sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, Emma. You’re in denial. That’s adorable.” I clenched my fists. “I don’t believe you.” Her smile widened. “You don’t have to. But the truth doesn’t change just because you refuse to see it.” My heart pounded. “Why are you doing this?” Benita’s eyes gleamed. “Because you deserve to know who you’re really in love with.” I wanted to throw her out. To scream at her. But the wors
Emma Watson The moment Benita walked away, silence stretched between Ray and me like a fragile thread waiting to snap. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything but the echo of her parting words. _"Does she even know who you really are?"_ I swallowed hard, staring at Ray, searching his face for something—anything—that would prove her wrong. But all I saw was hesitation. And that hesitation shattered me. “Ray,” I whispered, my voice barely holding steady. “What did she mean by that?” He ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. “Emma, don’t—” “Don’t what?” My voice rose, shaking with frustration. “Don’t ask questions? Don’t demand the truth?” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer. And that silence? It spoke louder than anything he could’ve said.A bitter laugh escaped me. “You can’t even deny it, can you?” Ray closed his eyes for a brief second before stepping toward me. “It’s not what you think.” “Then tell me what it is,” I shot back, stepping aw
Emma WatsonThe night air was thick with silence. Even with the curtains drawn, I could sense the vast emptiness outside, the weight of the estate pressing in around me. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the untouched dinner tray that Mira had brought in hours ago. My appetite had vanished the moment I saw her downstairs. Benita. Ray’s ex. The woman he once shared something with. I didn’t know what made me angrier—the fact that she was here, under this roof, or the fact that Ray had kept it from me. I exhaled slowly, willing my thoughts to settle. He said it wasn’t about meBut how could I believe that when the woman who had once held his heart was now walking through our home like she belonged here? A sharp knock at the door made me tense. I knew it was him. I debated ignoring it, but I wasn’t a coward. I wouldn’t hide from this. I walked over and pulled the door open. Ray stood there, one hand in his pocket, the other braced against the doorframe. His
Death Itself Emma Watson I slammed the door shut behind me, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. My chest ached, but it wasn’t from exhaustion—it was from the overwhelming surge of emotions clawing at my insides. Benita.The name alone sent a wave of anger through me. I should have known something was off the second Ray drove me home in silence. He never stayed that quiet unless something was weighing on him. But this? Her? My hands curled into fists as I pushed off the door, pacing the length of the room. Why was she here? I had barely processed the fact that she and Ray shared a history, let alone the kind that involved a past relationship. But it wasn’t just that. He knew she was here before we walked in. He didn’t tell me. He let me walk in blind—again.A bitter laugh bubbled in my throat. Of course, he did. Why would Ray Maverick think I deserved to know anything? A soft knock at the door made me freeze. I knew who it was before he even spoke. “