Eric's POV
"The cake has to be perfect; nothing like you have ever created. It has to be the most spectacular thing anyone has ever seen. It has to be talk-of-the-town gorgeous", my mother went on describing to the small but first-class baker who sat opposite her."Yes, ma'am. We deliver only the best, and yours won't be an exception. ""Listen to me, it was to be huge. Very tall. We are using a hall with large ceilings, so it has to be much taller than the couple or even the entrance to the hall. It will be bought in through the roof. It must have a grand entrance", she kept describing.The woman nodded, swallowing hard. "Of course"Lola interjected. "Make it pink, please. Pink and white with gold edges. Pink is my favourite colour. ""Pink," the woman noted audibly while writing into a book in her hands."Also, please add some tiny gold bells..."I zoned out of their conversation, which was going on in the liEmily's POV I scoffed for the umpteenth time as I sat in the restaurant waiting for Max, who was running late. He had sent me a text to inform me of something which came up. He was twenty minutes late already. I drummed my manicured fingers on the table. I was grateful for the text from Ceclia Wilson that informed me of her change of plans. According to her, the groom would not be around. I was so glad that I did not have to go to the house that haunted me with bad memories that morning. It had been postponed to later that evening. "Hey, Emily," Max greeted hastily, plopping into the chairs with a sigh. "You're welcome," I drawled with a hint of sarcasm in my sweet voice. I did not appreciate being delayed like that. I would have probably drawn up some designs to show to the bride if I did not have to be here as Max had pressured. "I'm sorry I'm late. I had to finish up a couple of things at the office. It was urgent", he explained, and I nodded with a smile. "Okay
Eric's POVSnap!My pen snapped in half as I applied intense pressure to it with my thumb.Dammit!That lying and manipulating witch!My brows were scrunched as I glared at my laptop screen, seeing nothing but red.It was funny to think that I actually loved Lola and was willing to try to work the marriage out if I never found Emily.I couldn't believe I had not noticed the signs earlier. All her sickly sweet tones, her persistence, her pressure, her 'I love you's'. They were all fake.She was just a damn puppet in my mother's hands.My mother had gone far this time. She would really go to any length to ensure that she could control me and make me live according to her wishes and rules, but this was just the height!I had returned back to work the previous night immediately after I overheard their conversations. I just did not want to hear from or see either Lola or my mum anymore.My office was a rather satisfying place to stay than to stay anywhere close to those manipulating and s
Emily's POVI blew out a sigh as I went over my sketchpad, recalling the incident with Cecilia and Lola.(Flashback)"Emily?!"I stared her right in her eyes, which was something I would have been to scared to do five years ago. I did not give her a response. I just stared.She stared at me for a long while, expecting me to flinch or look away but I held her gaze with equal determination. I was not going to back down.Her face grew hard with frustration and then she looked away with a sigh. She shook her head."Your designs?", she asked with her hands stretched out, and I handed her the sketchpad confidently.She hummed as she went through it skeptically, her eyes narrowing and widening.She handed it over to me and swallowed. "You have quite good designs", she forcefully admitted and I smiled.Of course, I knew my designs were just the best.It had been my passion right from when I was under her nose five years ago. Those years of torment and hardship, I found solace in drawing from
Cecilia's POV"Good morning, Mrs Cecelia", my private investigator greeted from the other end of the line but I skipped the pleasantries."I need you to look up the profile of the CEO of Lily's designing empire, the woman planning my son's wedding outfits!"The anxiety and curiosity gnawing on my inside, caused me to snap at him. I heard him clear his throat on the other end."Of course, ma'am", he replied sharply."And I need it before the end of today. It is very urgent""Sure, ma'am. You can trust us"Crash!I just wanted to be sure of what was going on. I shoved the flower vase on my desk down in rage.How could it be possible the Emily is back? How could she speak? What was going on?I dialled Eric's line for the sixth time but he refused to pick. He had the nerve to busy my call at such a critical time.A knock came through and I felt my blood boil."Who is it?""It's me, mother", Lola announced with a soft voice."Come in"The door creaked open lowly and she walked in."Is ever
Lola's POV.I stared at the beautiful lingerie given to me by future mother-in-law as it lay on my bed as I pefumed my body. A lot of thoughts ran through my mind. I could not afford to mess up this chance, but I also did not know what to do.For one, I had never associated myself with cooking because I was a model, and I had servants to do it for me, so Cecilia's rewurst that i cool was foreign to me. I could not cook to sage my life.I recalled her once telling me about how Eric loved Emily's meals.Emily was their maid. Of course she would know how to cook!I scoffed in annoyance.Suddenly, my mind lit with an idea.Of course. Emily knew how to cook!I grabbed my phone and dialled her contact. She picked on the fourth ring."Hello, Ms Lola.""I need you to come over to my house now,"There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment."We are not supposed to meet till tomorrow, ma'am," she reminded me."Did I tell you I was dumb? Of course I remember, but I want you here
Eric's POVAs I hugged Lola and the men excused us, I felt my guards go up again.Lola was a snake. I did not dare forget that or underestimate her.I fiance pulled away from the embrace and raised her head to face me.Her face was stained with tears, and her her nose was red.I wondered if the tears were real.I lowered my face to hers, and I smiled inwardly as I saw the heat rise in her cheeks as she blushed.Just when our lips were inches apart and she had closed her eyes in anticipation, I asked lowly:"What is your real reason for coming here, Lola?"I intentionally caused the heat in my voice to fan her face as she stared at me for a moment.She then turned her eyes away from me, her fingers entwined as she remained silent.I was hoping, for some reason, that she would tell me the truth and tell me that my mother had put her up to it. I hoped she would return to the Lola once loved who was beautiful inside out. I hoped that she would day the truth so I could actually envison m
Emily's POV"Come in"My mind was occupied with many thoughts of the past few days as I stood in front of the door.The voice that responded sounded familiar. I thought back to who I could connect the voice with and suddenly a gasped escaped my lips. Alicia.She was one person I had avoided when I lived at the mansion. I had been a bit glad about her absence but now that she was around, I felt the mute, timid Emily trying to resurface."Come in!"I shook my head and sent that old Emily back to the grave, taking confident steps into the mansion."Good morning, Mrs Wilson. Good morning, Ms Lola", I greeted wth my usual firm but chirpy tone.Lola scowled at me and Alicia had a deep-seated frown on her face."Am I invisible or something?", she spoke up immediately. "Oh. Hi. Good morning", I greeted, wondering why the tension in the room was so tense and cold.That was none of my business anyway. I was only here to do my job and that was what I would do.Thoughts of the precious day with
Emily's POV I sighed as I drew on my sketchpad in my room at the hotel. My mind wondered about Mia's question. I had not given her answer till she dozed off, and i had to travel back to the country of my ex-in-laws to plan their damned wedding. I did not regret telling her to ask for anything she wanted, but I did wish I had been a little more specific. I wished Eric would get over his conceitedness and just show up on time, and Lola would stop being such a pain in the butt, so I could be done with the contract and head home to reunite with my baby. A smile played on my lips as I took a look at my drawing. I had finally figured out a plan for the insatiable Wilsons. If they thought they were the only ones who could get under a person's skin, they were wrong. They were in for a huge surprise. I smiled o myself as I knocked on their door the next day. "Come in", Lola's voice came as I knocked. I pushed open the metal door and walked in. "Good morni-" "The designs"
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