Emily's POVOh no!I struggled to rise from the awkward position we were in, but his muscular arms around my waist kept me fixed."What are you doing?!" I snapped, but he chuckled."Nothing. Just having a nice time with my wife."My eyes darkened in annoyance as I narrowed them at him. His wife? He had to be kidding me."I am not your wife, Mr. Wilson. I have ended everything that has to do with you. I have moved on, and I have a boyfriend. Now, let me go," I corrected angrily, struggling to release myself from his grasp, but he only stared at me with an emotion I could not decipher."If you don't stop squirming like that on me, I won't be responsible for what happens next," he warned in a low, husky voice.I gasped at the realization of his statement, and my cheeks turned warm in annoyance and embarrassment. I stopped moving."Let me go, Eric. We are in a compromising position. It won't speak well of either of us to be seen like this," I spoke in a pleading voice, hoping to change hi
A sudden wave of dizziness and a strange feeling hit me seconds after I had taken a gulp of my favorite wine to calm myself down.I shook my head, trying to understand the sensation that suddenly took hold of me, making me hot all over."What is going on?" I asked myself in a low voice as I felt my manhood begin to rise of its own accord.This was bad. This was so bad.My wines were the best and had never made me feel this way since I had been drinking them over five years ago. I took a closer look at the bottle. It was similar, but as I lifted the cup to my lips for a second gulp, I realized that something was off.Why did this brand logo on the bottle look slightly different from my usual ones?I compared it with the others, barely able to see clearly as my testosterone ran wild.They were not the same.How the hell could my wines have gotten switched?I staggered briefly, dropping the cup of wine I had been drinking, holding my head.My mind was jumbled in a horny mess, and my trou
Emily's POVI felt my heart fly to my throat as Eric's grip tightened around my waist.My hands pressed against his chest to shove him away, but his hold was firm. He buried his head in my neck as he hugged me with a fierce passion like never before."Let me go, Eric!", I exclaimed, but he just nozzled his neck on my neck more, bending over. "Emily, I'm sorry. I was crazy to have treated you like trash in the past, when you truly were the only one who really loved me or saw the real me", he whispered passionately, staring into my eyes with an intense gaze. I was held spellbound by his stare as he continued to speak."Before my grandfather asked me to get married to you in his will, I had always admired you even though you never said anything to me because you couldn't, your eyes spoke to me more than your mouth could. I saw the care and love you had for me. I saw how you always looked out for me. You never let me out of your sight. You could not bear to see me hurt or in pain."Raw
Emily's POVI felt my blood boil.“What are you doing here, Eric? Where is Max?” I snapped.The chair I was seated on scraped the ground as I stood up abruptly.He chuckled lowly, staring at me.“You seem anxious to see him,” he commented, his eyes digesting my appearance. “Unfortunately, he can’t be here.”I scowled at him. “What are you talking about? He was supposed to meet me here.”“He can’t date my wife, so he isn’t here. I am, in his place.”I grew more annoyed at his games and grabbed my things angrily.Did Max really let Eric come in his place? Too bad I wasted my time waiting for him. I cursed under my breath as I turned to leave, but what he said next stopped me in my tracks.“If you actually care about Max and want to get him out of jail, I’d advise you to sit back down and let us make an agreement.”I froze, my heart pounding against my ribcage at his words.“What do you mean?”His lips curled up in a smirk.“Why don’t you sit down and find out?”My hands itched to slap t
Emily's POVThe empty sidewalks of the road from my office window in the Designers' Hub suddenly seemed like the most interesting thing to me as I thought deeply about how to get Max out of jail.I recalled my discussion with the officers in charge of his case a few days back after my visit to him.(Flashback)"Officer, please, this man is innocent. He is in jail for what he knows nothing about. Eric Wilson, the man who accused him, practically forgave him of the debt years back," I explained to the sighing official who just rubbed an impatient hand across his brows as he stared at me."Ms., I need you to understand that this is a critical case. Perhaps, you could ask your boyfriend if he has any documented evidence against Mr. Wilson's accusation. That could do him good—""But he has none! They were supposed to be best friends," I exclaimed, feeling my frustration rolling off me like a steaming rock."This is the law, Ms., and no sentiment is allowed. We work by evidence and not just
Eric's POVThe ticking sound of the clock rang loudly in my ears as I sat at the table, waiting for the arrival of my private investigator, who was supposed to meet up with me to give me a detailed report on how things had been going with Emily since Max's imprisonment."I am so sorry, Mr. Wilson. The traffic was terrible. I had to leave my car and rush down here," he apologized, but I raised my hands to silence him."Save it, Collins," I spat in annoyance. The silly guy had kept me waiting for close to thirty minutes. "You could have texted.""I'm so sorry. I was going to —""The reports," I interjected, my hands stretched quizzically towards him."Yes, sir," he replied respectfully.He dug out a file containing some documents under my observing glare and began to open them."Ms. Emily, sir, has been quite busy this week. She has been working on your wedding outfits—"My icy glare made him stop short and gulp.It made my blood boil that she was still working on those damned outfits l
Emily's POVThis was wrong!As Eric's tongue danced passionately against mine, I felt helpless against him.Shoving him was fruitless at this point. He remained unmoving as my hands pushed his chest.I blinked back the tears that threatened to sting my eyes. The passion he kissed me with was something I had longed for earnestly five years ago.Right now, all I felt was annoyance and irritation.He was the reason Max was in jail, and he was the source of my pain years back. I could not compromise now simply because of some electric kiss.I shoved him harder, causing him to land on his couch."Don't you ever try this with me, Mr. Wilson. I will have you arrested for trespassing if you so much as come within five meters of me," I spat, my eyes blazing with fury."Emily—""I'm done here," I announced, gathering my things."It's late. You can't leave by this time.""Watch me!"My footsteps resounded as I stormed towards the patio door in annoyance and rage."I have an option for your boyfr
Emily's POV"Good morning," I greeted, ignoring the tension in the room upon my entrance. Eric settled in a chair in front of the numerous delicacies that lay on the table while I stood awkwardly for a moment, taking in the layout. Cecilia, as usual, was seated at the head of a table with her nose raised. Alicia sat to her left while Eric sat to her right. The scene reminded me of how I stood awkwardly years years after preparing those meals while they left rude remarks here and there.Cecilia nodded in response to my greeting while Alicia scoffed softly, stabbing her food with the fork. Peharps, she imagined it to be my face."You can take a seat, Emily," Eric offered, drawing me out of my reverie. I blinked multiple times before returning a warm smile to him, suppressing the depressing thoughts.The looks on Cecilia's and Alicia's faces spoke more words than they would. They were beyond irritated by my presence, and they did not fail to write it on their faces."Thank you for you
After the ceremony, the reception was filled with laughter, music, and dancing. Mia twirled around, delighted to be part of it all, while Eric and I mingled with our guests. It felt like a dream, but I knew it was real. This was the life we had built together, after all the hardships, after the struggles.During the toasts, there was another surprise in store. Tony, who had been promoted for his incredible work in turning in Rico and Lola, stood up to make a speech. But instead of the usual brotherly words, he turned to Alicia.“Alicia,” he began, his voice uncharacteristically nervous, “you’ve changed my life in ways I never expected. You’ve become everything to me, and I can’t imagine a future without you.”There was a collective gasp as Tony dropped to one knee, holding a small ring box in his hands. “Will you marry me?”Alicia’s eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, she was speechless. Then, with a soft laugh, she nodded. “Yes, Tony,” she whispered. “Yes.”The room erupted in
Emily's POV Six months after.It was a warm and cozy evening when Eric walked into the room.I stared at his empty hands and my mouth tilted downwards in disappointment. "I thought you were coming in with my food," I pouted, my arms folded across my chest.He smirked and walked to my bedside and placed a quick kiss on my forehead, sitting beside me on the bed."I see I've become so good at cooking that you want me to be your private chef," he teased, poking my nose slightly and I rolled my eyes.I leaned closer and wrapped my arms around his necks while he wrapped his around my waist. This had become a new normal for us every evening."Let's eat out tonight," he offered. "A friend is opening this new restaurant and wants us to be one of his first customers."I pouted. "Then their food had better be as perfect as yours."His nose flicked mine and we both laughed. As out laughter died down, we leaned into each other with our eyes transfixed, but we were suddenly interrupted by the lou
Eric’s POVI sat by her bedside, staring at her, and a sigh of relief escaped my lips, but when suddenly, her eyes dimmed. They didn’t light up with recognition. Instead, she squinted at me as if trying to place who I was.“Who are you?” she asked, her voice flat and cold.I frowned, thrown off by her question. “Emily, it’s me. Eric.”She tilted her head, her eyes bright with confusion. “Eric? Do I know an Eric?”For a moment, panic gripped me. Was this some kind of lingering effect from the coma? Had she forgotten me? My mind raced, trying to figure out what was happening, until I caught the twitch of a smile at the corner of her lips.Then, it hit me—she was pretending. This was probably her way of getting back at me for what I’d done to her months ago when I had pretended not to know her when I had awoken from my own coma, thinking it was the only way to protect her from the danger surrounding us. Ithad been a cruel thing to do, even if my intentions were to keep her safe. Now, s
Eric’s POVLola’s grip on Dante was ironclad, her hand steady as she pressed a knife to his kneck in a swift turn of events. Her face was a mask of cold determination, showing no trace of fear or doubt. The room was filled with Dante’s bodyguards, all standing frozen, unsure of what to do. The air was thick with tension, the weight of the situation pressing down on everyone."What the hell is going on here?" Dante gritted out unable to free himself from her choke hold.“Let me go, or I’ll blow his brains out,” Lola hissed, her voice low and menacing.I stood a few feet away, watching the scene unfold. My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to stay calm. I had never seen anyone so cold and mean in their resolve, and it was unsettling. Lola wasn’t bluffing; I could tell by the way her hands wrapped tightly around the knife and edged closer to his skin, the sharp edge of the blade graxing his neck. This wasn’t a game to her. It was life or death.Dante’s bodyguards exchan
Joanne’s POVI sat by Emily’s bedside, my eyes fixed on the slow rise and fall of her chest. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the only thing that reassured me that she was still here, still fighting. My sister, one of the strongest people I knew, had been through so much. But this… this was different. It felt as though she was slipping further away with each passing hour.“Emily, please,” I whispered, squeezing her cold hand. “You have to come back to us.”I hadn’t left her side since she’d been admitted. It was sad that Eric had to rush off without seeing his wife hit it was for a good cause.Lola and Rico had to be stopped no matter what. I was glad that Tont and Eric were finally closing in on them. I just hoped to hear the good news that they had apprehended those sneaky snakes.Mia was asleep after I had lulled her with a lullaby. The last thing I needed was for her to see her mother in this state.Suddenly, the sound of her crying baby reached my ears, and I felt
Eric's POV I rushed back to the hospital with Mia, who I realised wasn't so ill. She was just a bit feverish, so I decided to take her with me to the hsopairl where her mother was admitted. As we pulled over at the hospital, I turned to her. "Princess, how do you feel now?" I asked, touching her forehead to check her temperature, but her body was quite warm. "I want to see mummy," she whined, her eyes wide and teary. "I miss mummy." I let out a sigh. "Yes. You will see her. We are at the hospital where she is." Her eyes lit up like she had just been given an ice cream. "Really?" She gasped. "Mummy is here?" I nodded, and she let out a loud squeal. I stared at her in surprise. Wasn't this the girl who wasn't feeling well a while ago? I shook my head with a small smile. Inguess she was just missing her mother. "Let's go see your mum," I said to her, picking her up and locking the car. I could only hope to God that my wife and baby were okay. Joanne had not called me to tell me
Joanne's POV As I watched Emily's back disappear into her room, I could only feel sorry for her. I obviously had an idea of her pain.Forgiveness was not so easy. It truly was divine.The giggles of Alicia and Tony drew me out of my thoughts, and I stuck my tongue out at them, clearing my throat."What is the matter, Joanne?" Tony asked with a daring smirk, but I shook my head."Nothing at all. I'm just enjoying thoughts of attending weddings.." I started, trailing off to enjoy his smirk falling. "And maybe even better, a chief bridesmaid."My mother burst into provocative laughter.He flung a throw pillow in my direction, and it hit me square in the face. "Ow.. My nose. You're a bully, Tony," I whined."I can agree with that," I heard the familiar voice of Eric Wilson and smirked in triumph, bumping my fist with his."Hey, there, brother-in-law," I greeted, seeing as Eric strolled into the living room a few minutes after Alicia. "It's been quite a while. A very long one."He smirked
Emily's POV I sat in front of the television, munching on a large bowl of chips, which I had been so desperately craving for weeks now.My protruding stomach made it hard for me to hold the book of chips as closely as I wanted to.The news that the television was showing made my heart leap for joy."Billionare businessman, Eric Wilson exposes his fiancée in a grand party intended to be their baby's welcoming ceremony. The billionaire exposed that the baby of his fiancée was not his child with proof. Despite the glaring proof, Lola tried to deny it by saying that he was not in his right frame of mind. For a moment, it was almost believed until the police stormed the scene, charging her for various crimes, including attempted extortion and kidnapping. The culprit, Lola, however, fled the scene and has been missing for over a month since the incident...."I had heard everything from Joanne and Tony—even though he was barely at home these days because he was hellbent on getting Lola and
Eric's POV As I walked off the stage confidently, my shoulders felt lighter, and I was glad to have put an end to the shenenigans of Lola. She was now in the spotlight she so admired and wanted but not for the reason she wanted.I watched her face drain of its colour as she stared into the booing and disgusted faces of the guests she had invited, now an object of mockery at her own party."No. He doesn't know what he's saying," she screamed into the microphone, forcefully drawing the attention of all the guests who were already making their way out of the hall. Her makeup was already running down her forehead and face slightly due to her sweats and tears.I folded my arms across my chest, my brows slightly cocked as I stared at her from across the hall. I stood waiting for a signal to get rid of Lola once and for all."What do you mean, Ms Lola?" A nosy press lady holding up a camera asked loudly. "Are you saying that what we just heard was wrong? Are you saying Mr Eric Wilson is no