Emerald's Point of View
The rain was pouring hard. I expected the rain to alleviate my pain, but it only intensified it. I couldn't drive away from his office. My husband's words kept echoing in my mind. He's always harsh. His words cut too deep inside my heart. The conflicting emotions within me drove me to accelerate aggressively. The speed of my car increased until I noticed another car traveling at the same speed but in a different direction. My eyes widened; I tried to step on the brake, yet it wasn't working. “What the…” The road was slippery, raising the possibility of accidents.A car unexpectedly swerved towards me, causing chaos in the middle of the road. My car moved independently after I tightly gripped the steering wheel. Fear builds up inside me. My car was hacked! I tried to reach out for my phone and contacted my parents. However, I couldn't find it in my bag, which added to the tension I'm feeling. Since I am now the only car that's driving recklessly, some cars are now going against me. I thought I'd be in an accident, but I'm thankful that I was able to avoid a huge van that was almost going to kill me. I bit my lower lip when my car stopped at the road where there was no one else aside from me. I tried to turn off my car and get out, but my door remained locked. The power was turning on and off, and it even started on its own despite being shut down. “Help! Help! Anyone there?" I screamed out of my lungs, wishfully thinking someone out there could hear me. However, a man, dressed in a black raincoat and carrying an umbrella, suddenly appeared near my door. Only his eyes were visible through a full face mask covering his face. Despite the danger, my heart skipped a beat when he opened the door and automatically locked it. I attempted to escape one more time, but in an instant, a knife nearly pierced my neck. If the knife had penetrated my neck a little deeper, it would have resulted in my death! The kidnapper inserted a piece of cloth into my mouth and secured it with tape. I tried to move to the driver's seat, yet he was strong enough to push me down. “Squeal once more, and you'll die. Believe me,” he affirmed. However, something unusual in his voice shocked me. He's using a modulated voice behind those masks! My whole body trembled in fear. I couldn't look behind. Tears streamed down my face. “I am the future president’s daughter-in-law, aren't you afraid of my family? R-Release me before they press charges against you!” The kidnapper chuckled, disregarding my best efforts to warn him. “Oh, c'mon. We both know you're not the real wife but a mere stand-in!” He admitted, making me cease. My eyes widened in shock. Only our families know about it, how come someone like him will gain knowledge about it? “Who are you?” His heterochromia eyes suddenly landed at the rear mirror. Seeing his two cold pair of eyes made my skin shiver. He smirked. “Marrying off Emerald Campbell— ah, Emerald Dawson, instead of the one who has the true Campbell blood to a well-known scion? Why?” He stopped. “Your step sister ran away, leaving you no choice.” The kidnapper knows my greatest secret— and it is my family name Dawson. My biological father's surname. “Look, Miss Campbell. I am giving you a fair warning. I know all your family's secrets. I know your father, who's currently in a nursing hospital. I can kill him anytime I like.” He affirmed. “Your mother is secretly spending her husband’s fortune to buy stuff, and even went gambling. Proofs?” He chuckled. He took out something in his jacket’s pocket and pictures of my mom scattered around, buying luxurious things at the market. A picture of her were even captured looking around, carefully getting inside a brand new Mercedes-Benz. “Your ill father can’t buy these for your mom so she find someone new. So clever, huh?” He’s telling the truth. My mom is literally the one who’s in the picture! Her tattoo on her right chest justifies everything. But how could he know these things? I don't recall having a relative who has heterochromia! He took out his phone. Just like his mask, he was also using an unusual phone. It wasn't an ordinary one. My eyes saw it had no signal bar on it, yet he was able to call a number that even I was familiar with. Jude's name was displayed as the person he was calling. After a few more calls, Jude answered. “Hello?” Jude’s cold baritone voice affirmed. Tears trickled down my face when I heard the kidnapper chuckle. “Hello? If you don't have anything to say, I'll put the phone down and block your number.” Jude was about to end the call when the kidnapper confirmed his intentions. “Do it and your wife will die.” The knife continues to penetrate deeper into my neck. It made a small scratch on it until I was able to drive accordingly as per his instructions. He stayed behind, threatening me with a knife in his hand as I stepped on the accelerator. “Two billion dollars in e-exchange for your wife,” he affirmed in a stern yet cold voice. His voice was quaking. His agitation was evident in his actions and his eyes. Although his voice was modulated, he remained stuttering. A few minutes had passed, and yet Jude didn't speak. “You don't even know my wife. She's now at home.” At home? Was he thinking of me or his real wife, Phoebe? This monster has nothing but hatred! He never cared nor thought about me! Is he still a human? I would even faint if someone called me he's in danger but my reaction was his contrary. Despite my best efforts to remain still, my body began to shiver in anxiety. “I'm hanging up. I have a lot of things on my plate right now, and I have no time for a phishing call.” My cold, ballistic husband sternly said. “Look, Mr. Lannister. I am telling you the truth. Regrettably, she is with me and carries a knife around her neck.” After the kidnapper spoke, Jude nonchalantly retorted back. Jude scoffed. “Just call me when there's a corpse.” The kidnapper's evil laugh echoed inside the car. He craned his neck until he took off the black full mask he was wearing. He showed half of his face, yet his nose and lips remained covered. The sight of a substantial scratch on a portion of his eye caused my body to tremble. He craned his neck, revealing his true voice. My husband clearly said he doesn't really give a damn if I get killed right now. The kidnapper's eyes went on me. "He shows no concern for your well-being, Emerald. I assume you have to fill the void your sister left behind. But don't worry,” he paused. “I will cut your bad luck short and kill you.” Soon enough, I just saw a gun pointing on my head. I closed my eyes with tears streaming down my face, accepting my supposed death.Going back, Emerald is now at the office reviewing and polishing the script she will be delivering on national television. However, a few people went on her, seated across the chair, feeling giddy. “Emerald!” Said by her friends at work. Celine and Dion are her best colleagues, the people she's always with most of the time. “You're keeping a secret to us!” Celine affirmed. Her attention remained on the script. “What secret? I'm busy right now.” “Huh! It's no longer a secret because it has been broadcast nationwide,” Dion butted in. “Look. There's an article between you and Carlos. You know he's my crush! Ouch, did my best friend just have the eye of the love of my life?” She overly reacted, faking tears in her eyes whilst her iPad was shown to her. Emerald immediately grabbed the iPad and saw the headline. It was about her and Carlos at the volunteering project. Pictures of them were scattered online under the tree whilst Carlos is looking at her. For some people, they would think
Same group, same campaign, same people. Everyone stood in front of Sanders Company, awaiting for Juan Sanders’ arrival. His formal campaign continued as usual regardless of what happened. The cunning man turned the disaster into getting public sympathy and his presidential candidate percentage soared high because of it. “Everyone, gathered around!” Said by the campaign manager Ruth, a loyal follower of Juan Sanders and a volunteer, and part of the foundation established under the Sanders.Emerald took a step forward. She volunteered for a special project they will be doing for abandoned old aged people at a home care. As her heart is close to those broken people, Emerald didn't think twice but to participate. “We will explain everything first before we head to the home for the aged.” Ruth asserted. Volunteering isn't new to her. It has always been deeply rooted inside her heart as if she was made for it, honoring every person and loving humanity with all her heart. She's been part
Campbell family went to Sanders manor to physically check how the running for presidential candidate is doing. Thank God, he's doing alright, otherwise, Aileen would fumble without getting what she wanted. “We're so glad to see you well.” Aileen expressed her deepest concern towards Juan Sanders. Her husband, James Campbell, noticed that Juan Sanders isn't in a good condition. He was awry, perhaps because of the people who are making fun of him online. Emerald was sitting silently beside Jude silently, observing everyone with a heavy guilt inside her heart. Aileen drifted her gaze at her daughter. “Didn't I tell you to look out for your father in law? It is your job to make sure he's safe! I already clarified it to you a million times!” Aileen affirmed, looking for someone to blame. She nibbled her lower lip whilst she secretly clenched her fist. “It's out of my control, mom.” “That's enough,” James Campbell said. “It's no one's fault here. If there is someone to question, it's
Third Person's Point of View A stockpile of papers greeted Jude as soon as he came back from his office. He stressfully massaged his forehead and closed his eyes a bit after signing and reviewing paper works handed to him by his secretary. He paused for a while. He's been doing a lot of work lately and his mental state has become unstable. Not to mention that he's the president of their company now that his father decided to run for presidency this year. He thought he's just a man with ambition, but Jude's father proved him wrong. Who would've thought about him getting the highest rating for the presidential election through surveys and polls? As Jude was enjoying his free time alone, the door creaked open and his secretary, Antonette, came rushing inside. “I think you need to see this sir!” Antonette affirmed as soon as she opened the television. Countless news about the explosion at the campaign site came up. The first thing that came to his mind was Emerald. He immediately sto
Third Person's Point of View Various people are scattered around the streets with banners on their hands along with the volunteers disseminating magazines and newspapers that have a person’s name in it. The official start of Juan Rivera Sanders' campaign began today. As expected, a lot of people volunteered for his sake. His image is outstanding, and a lot of people are admiring him. As a renowned businessman turned into a politician, he captured the hearts and minds of the people of the country. He served as the chairman of Sanders Company, built it through his blood, sweat, and tears. Later on, he passed his duty to his one and only living son. Juan Rivera Sanders is a well-known public figure. Back when he wasn't in politics yet, he has proven a lot in business, economy, and now, he's establishing his career in politics. As expected, a lot of people are expecting from him as the future president of the country. He is hailed as the epitome of perfection—a reason why he's blinded
Third Person's Point of View There was a strange feeling inside Emerald. It's her gut feeling that's stopping her from answering the phone. Nevertheless, she took the right thing and moved the phone into her ears. A heavy sigh came out, her hands trembling as she stride towards her vast sliding window. “You nearly killed me!” She bursted out in anger. Emerald couldn't contain the perplexity eroding inside her. Of course, what happened earlier still makes her think that everything that happened was just a dream! She combed her hair using her fingers, she sat down on her bed and moved the phone from her right hand to the left. Stressed—that’s what she felt the moment it came to her senses that it was her kidnapper's fault. Perhaps the liquor intake weighs impact but that doesn't mean what happened last time would slip in her mind. It almost cost her life, and she doesn't want to proceed with it anymore! The kidnapper chuckled. “Calm down, you're still alive. I made sure not to cro