"Fuck it, Amery, I can't let him touch you, you know that. The thought of you with my brother pisses me the fuck off!" His eyes blazed with lust, his voice low and urgent. "What will you do then?" I smirked enjoying seeing his outburst. "I will stop this wedding from holding, I'll do anything to have you in my bed again" _____________________________________ Amery Everson's world was shattered when her father passed away, and her estranged mother returned, taking everything Amery held dear. With no choice but to save her family's property, the only thing her father had left for her. Amery was forced by her mother to agree to an arranged marriage with a stranger. The day she lost everything, she met a mysterious man who she ended up having a passionate night with, but it only left her longing for more. Little did she know, her wedding was about to bring them together again - but as brother-in-law and sister-in-law. Torn between duty and desire, Amery must decide: resist the attraction or give in to her heart's desire. Read on to find out...
View MoreI watched as my father’s casket was being lowered into the ground. My eyes were dry. I had no more tears to cry, I had shed all the tears while he was at the hospital.
I barely knew anyone in the somber ceremony, maybe that’s why they were more concerned with paying their last respects to my mother Pamela Thompson who had abandoned us for years, rather than me who had lived with the man all my life. My eyes didn’t leave her for a second, as she played the character of a grieving widow, a handkerchief dabbing at eyes that refused to tear up. Couldn’t anyone see her for what she was? As soon as the ceremony was over, I didn’t spend another moment. I didn’t care to shake hands or accept pitying looks. I went straight back home. Back home, I sat on the edge of my bed, holding a framed picture of my father and me. My fingers traced the outline of his smiling face. He had been my whole world. And now, he was gone. The door to my room opened moments later, and Pamela majestically walked in. “We need to talk…” Pamela said, her eyes cold and unfeeling, a glass of wine in her hands. “I have nothing to say to you. When you’re satisfied, you can leave just as you came. I’ll be fine without you just as we were fine without you.” I replied, looking her straight in the eye. She didn’t need to try to get in my good books. I was going to be fine here without her and I didn’t need her to play the fake mother role now. “Oh dear, You’re coming with me, back to California.” Pamela smirked, sipping on the glass of wine. I let out a bitter laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me right? This is my home and I don’t have to go anywhere with you.” I dreaded the idea of going anywhere with this woman. I barely knew her, she left us alone for years and now that Dad was dead, she thought she could come here and boss me around. That is never happening. “You don’t get it, do you?” She laughed dryly, her sinister eyes locked in mine. “I don’t have to force you to do anything. You’re going to do it voluntarily and even beg for more instructions.” What the fuck? I narrowed my eyes. “Why would I beg you for anything?” I asked. “Well, for one, your father was very forgetful.” Pamela started, tilting her head. I clenched my fists, she was lucky she was my mother. “And in his forgetfulness, he forgot to update his will after we parted ways. So, technically, I own everything after his passing. From the house, to the company...every single thing he left behind. Can you beat that?” She laughed again. My stomach twisted. My fists clenched. “No… that’s not possible. He left me everything. The house and the business.” This wasn’t happening to me. Pamela laughed again, a cruel sound that made my blood boil. “If you think I’m lying, ask the lawyers. The bottom line is, you don't have much of a choice. Everything is in my name and so you’ll have to do exactly as I say if you want to at least keep the house.” My heart sank, this house was the only place that held memories of my dad. And now she was threatening to take it away from me. Pamela downed the rest of her wine and set the empty glass on my nightstand. “I’ll leave you to pack your bags. We leave for California tomorrow.” Pamela turned triumphantly. My phone buzzed on the bed. I reached for it, it was Tyler, my boyfriend. Relief washed over me. I wondered how I’d explain the situation of moving to California to him. Maybe he could help me find a solution. I didn’t even bother reading the text. I called him instead. He picked on the second ring. “Babe, I…” “There’s no need to try to beg me,” he interrupted. His tone was flat, emotionless. “The relationship between us is over, I just picked this call so you don’t see me as cruel.” I blinked, then checked the caller ID again, to be sure I didn't misread the name. This was Tyler? My Tyler. “What?” My voice barely made a sound. “The relationship is over, Emilia.” he repeated. I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. What does he mean by the relationship is over? “Tyler, babe. I don’t understand what you’re talking about, what exactly is over. What do you mean?” “Didn't you get my text?” “I didn’t read it! Did you just—did you just freaking break up with me over a fucking text? On the day of my father’s funeral?” My voice was tensed but low. There was a long pause before he sighed. “Listen, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. We’re both adults and if I’m not feeling it anymore, I can always say I’m not.” My mind spun. What is he saying? Two days ago he was here. Right here in this room. Holding me. Kissing my forehead. Consoling me. “But you didn’t feel this way two days ago, Or even yesterday,” I said, my voice shaking. “You were here in my house, in my bedroom and you were your usual sweet self. What changed?” “I don’t want to talk about anything else. Just let it go and leave for California..” Just let it go? Something immediately clicked in my brain. California? “Wait… how did you know I was supposed to… Are you breaking up with me because of my mother? Did she get to you?” Silence My mind raced, this didn’t make any sense. Why would she make Tyler break up with me? My breath hitched. “Tyler?” “Why would you agree to that? You said you loved me, we’ve been together for years and all of a sudden. You’re breaking up with me because of my mom?” I raised my voice. “Look, just leave for California.” Click. The line went dead. Tyler hung up the phone. I tried calling him again but he wasn’t picking up my calls. I sat there, staring at the phone, my fingers trembling as I opened the text. Emilia, I’ve been holding this in for a while, I think it’s time we went our separate ways. I’m no longer interested in being weighed down. So this is it. Don’t take it the wrong way. I swallowed hard. I read them once. Then again. There was nothing I hated more at this moment than Tyler. He hadn’t even fought for our love, one sign of resistance and he was already out of the door. I sat there, motionless, as the sun slowly gave way to the moon. My father was gone, my mother now owned everything and was going to make me live under her thumb and now the only person I felt was still mine had broken up with me—abandoned me. I felt powerless and trapped. I wanted to drown out my sorrows, forget that my life was a mess, completely ruined. So I dropped everything and grabbed my car keys, I hurried out the house before Pamela could see me. The world as I knew it, was a shit hole, but I wasn’t going to sulk or cry anymore. I just wanted to lose myself, and I think I know just the perfect place to do that.The ding-dong sound of the doorbell pricked through the thick air, alerting the arrival of Dr. Harrison. Ethan walked swiftly to the door to welcome the family doctor, worry etching his face. Dr. Harrison appeared with his stethoscope in hands, and a first aid box in the other hand as he walked in. Everyone’s eyes lit up at his arrival. Without saying a word, he rushed to the sofa where Christine, my mother-in-law to be laid on.Christine was still conscious, her eyes open, groaning in pain. Dr. Harrison bent forward, plugging the stethoscope buds in his ear while placing the other end below her left breast, to listen to her heart beat. He then moved the other end of the stethoscope to the front of her chest near her collarbone, to check for her breathing sound. My breath was still as I waited in anticipation to hear the situation report, but all the doctor did was nod his head while assessing her. He finally spoke.“Ma’am please, can you tell me what happened?”Befor
The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with tension. My declaration hung in the air, hitting Lucas as a shock, taking my mother by surprise. Ethan took a seat, a hint of smile dancing on his lips. His countenance elated, as he wiggled his legs to the sides. Ashley on the other hand was beaming with excitement. She tried so hard to conceal it, but I could see through her body language. I didn’t seem to know why, but she looked like someone who just won a lottery. Lucas’s face turned red, fire blazing from his eyes. He clenched his fists so hard, like he was resisting the urge from going physical with Ethan. Reginald Brooks nodded, his expression unfazed.“Very well then. Hence forth you will be working closely under Ethan as his personal assistant”. “This is will foster a tight bond between both families”. “And to you Lucas, I expect a smooth handing over to Ethan and that you also work closely with him”. “Let him guide and show you how a company is suppos
With an intense ache panging my chest, I forced my eyes shut, hoping I would sleep and not wake up again. I was at the end of the rope, void of strength to carry on. Every bleak of hope was dashed out. I kept sinking in misery, deeper and deeper. The reality of my new life had finally settled in. A life I was forced to choose. I shut my eyes even harder, praying for my final sleep. I didn’t know when sleep overwhelmed me. Hours into the sleep, I saw myself running and running, with darkness spread about. I kept running and screaming for help. My head turning from left to right as I struggled to wake up from the terrible nightmare. I started hearing chattering of voices from afar, a very faint noise. The noise became loud and close, like a deafening roar of a volcano at the verge of eruption. My eyes snapped open, my upper body jerking off the bed. My mouth hung wide, gasping for air.The realization that it wasn’t real but a nightmare, calmed my thrilled nerves.
The persistent ring of my phone flickered my eyes open. I reluctantly reached for my phone to see Daniel, the pharmacist’s caller ID flash on my screen. I had told him last night that I wasn’t interested in meeting up anymore, but Daniel wouldn’t take no for an answer. He insisted that I must fulfill my promise and I couldn’t stand him up just like that. I sighed deeply, rubbing my eyes gently with the dorsum of my hands. Sleep still lingered in my eyes as I picked his call. Daniel’s voice erupted from the phone immediately I picked. “You really think you can stand me up and go scot- free?”His voice was stern and menacing, his words welding up knots in my stomach. “Oh please shut the fuck up.”“You must really think that I will be so foolish and bring myself so low to sleep with a commoner like you, just for a mere help that anyone could have rendered.”“You are really delusional Daniel.”“Do you fucking know who I am?”I snapped, sleep clearing up from eyes.
“Get me a cup of coffee”, I grunted. “Right away Sir”. Olivia replied, leaving my office. I paced about the office, struggling hard to catch my breath. Hurt that I thought I had healed from, that I had gotten over years back, came crawling back to my heart. I held my chest tight, pain erupting from my ribs, making me grasp for air. My heart panged with anger, frustration, resentment and pain. The office suddenly became stuffy, the air still. Beads of sweat layered around my neck even if the air conditioner was at 16°C. I fought to forget the memories we shared together that flooded my mind like a burst dam. Samantha was my first love, my first heartbreak..My world came crashing the morning I woke to a letter besides my pillow, stating that she was calling off our engagement. I jerked off the bed, searching for Samantha in my then apartment. She was nowhere to be found. I rang her phone countless times, until it stopped going through.I remember how I drove to
My eyes flickered open, the first thing my eyes met with was a stranger’s gaze, staring intensely at me. I was startled, my mind hazy from yesterday’s alcohol. “Who the fuck are you?” I demanded, my voice hoarse from the hangover. “How did you get in my bed?” My eyes cleared up a bit, and I saw that we were both stark naked. I yanked the duvet to cover my embarrassment, my face glammed with shock. The strange lady smiled with a coy look worn on her face. “Oh please, stop acting like you have amnesia. You picked me up at the club last night, remember?” She muttered, swinging her hair to the back of her right ear. My head panged with an ache as I tried to recall what happened the previous night. I held my head, groaning in pain, standing up from the bed. I staggered to chair and picked up my pant trouser. I took out some cash from its pocket, then I flung it at her. “Leave”. I commanded, my tone icy. She slowly shrugged herself back in the duvet like she had no
A wave of silence swept through the room, with everyone focused on their food, trying to process what just happened.The sound of cutlery slamming the plates, and the crunch sound of biting into the food filled the air. Every chunk of food I swallowed, was harder than the last. My mind was reeling with Lucas’s words ringing in my head. My gaze caught his, scavenging for answers to the questions pilled up in my chest. Lucas suddenly stood up, dropping his cutlery on the plate, making a clink sound, jolting everyone from their thoughts. Everyone looked up staring intensely at him. “Oh, you’ve also lost your appetite right?” Christine smirked. Her jaw resting on the dorsum of her hands. Lucas’s gaze shifted to Christine’s, letting out a hiss as he moved the chair backwards with the back of his legs, which made a creaky sound before he turned to leave. Christine shook her head in disappointment. Every swallow of food was agonizing, shooting a sharp pain through my guts.I
Christine’s curious eyes flashed between my face and my mother’s, with her gaze narrowed in concern. “What’s going on here? Why are you both yelling at each other?” She asked, with a hint of shock. The tension in the room was heightened and Christine’s question even made it worse. My mother was still visibly shaken in anger, her palms vibrating in the air. She had to clench her fist to subside her rage. “Pamela, you should know better even if Emilia doesn’t. She’s not supposed to be stressing.” She uttered, her voice low and calm. “Stay out of this Christine. Emilia is my child, and I decide however I please to caution her”. My mother snapped, her voice seeping in disdain. Christine’s mouth hanged open in shock, her brows raised in surprise. Then she shifts her gaze to me, her face calm. “Emilia, you know yelling and shouting is harmful to your health. This was why the doctor wanted you to be placed on bed rest at the hospital”.“You should be resting and not engaging i
I sneaked carefully out of Lucas’s room, hoping to not be seen by anyone. I only wished my mother didn’t come interrogating Lucas about my whereabouts. I would have had a chance at getting another round of sex with Lucas. I could still feel his cock plunged in my pussy and his lips kissing every corner of my belly. My heart pounded with a desire, feeling both exhilarating and terrifying. Lucas had exposed my body to a new dimension of sexual pleasure. I couldn’t help but look forward to our next night together. I was lost in the blissful memories of our time together as I opened the door of my room.I peeped out, scanning through the corridor, just to make sure I wasn’t seen by anyone before closing my door with caution. “Where have you been?” A voice queried, leaving me frozen and stunned as I faced my door. It was my mother’s. I slowly turned around to see her seated across my room. Her eyes burning with rage as she kept swinging her legs in opposite directions, with
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