A Week Later (Saturday) For the past week, I hadn’t slept a wink. Wayne's threats echoed in my mind as I stared at the piece of paper he'd given me. *Protect your father. Ethan deserves it,* my conscience urged, but every time I considered betraying Ethan, a wave of heart-pounding fear would overwhelm me. "Still having trouble sleeping?" Ethan asked, noticing my wide-open eyes as he moved closer, wrapping me in his arms. "Is everything okay, darling?" Ethan's voice was soft and concerned, and I turned to him, tears streaming down my cheeks. "No!" I cried, staring into his eyes. He looked confused, but he pulled me into a tighter embrace. "What's going on?" Ethan asked, his voice filled with concern as he held me tenderly. "Talk to me, please." But what could I say? How could I tell him that in less than eight hours, I was leading him to his death? "I just miss my father," I lied, sobbing louder into his chest. "Is that all?" Ethan asked, his voice tinged with disbelief as
"Say something," I pleaded with Ethan after minutes of silence. Guilt gnawed at me as I noticed his expressionless face."I know, Emily," Ethan finally said, surprising me. I narrowed my eyes, confusion setting in. What did he mean by that?"I don't understand," I said, shaking my head."I'm not a fool, Emily. I knew the moment the phone I gave you in Miami got disconnected, the moment my men spotted Wayne. Alpha also told me. Did you really think you could hack my computer without me noticing?" Ethan's voice deepened as he spoke, making my heart race."Honestly, you were terrible at hiding it," he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. I stared at him with wide eyes, my heart pounding and my mind swirling. If Ethan knew all this, why didn’t he stop me? Why did he let it go this far? Was this ambush for me, not him?"Are you going to kill me now?" I asked, the only question that came to mind amidst the chaos in my head. A smile appeared on Ethan's face as he shook his head.
"What do you say, son? Do you still want this to end now, or have you changed your mind?" Christof asked Ethan with a smile."I've changed my mind," Ethan replied, and the next moment, I heard the deafening sound of a gunshot. "Ethan!" I screamed, pushing the door open and rushing inside. I ran straight to Ethan, who looked at me with a mixture of surprise and concern. "I told you to stay in the car," he said, but his words barely registered as I frantically inspected his body, searching for any signs of a gunshot wound."What are you doing, Christof?" I heard Wayne yell. I turned to see Wayne clutching his hand, blood gushing from it as he nearly collapsed to the ground, his gun falling beside him. "You shot me, Christof, not him!" Wayne shouted in disbelief.Christof only chuckled. "That was the plan, you fool," he said, stepping closer to Wayne and pointing his gun directly at his head, kicking Wayne’s weapon further away. "Did you really think I would betray Ethan? He’s like a so
3rd person narrative: Ethan walked back to the warehouse, feeling a weight of unease settle in his chest. He hated seeing Emily in such distress. As he entered the dimly lit space, the harsh sounds of Wayne's torment echoed off the walls. Christof, who was far too excited by the task, barely looked up when Ethan spoke."Don't kill him," Ethan commanded, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.Christof paused, giving Ethan an annoyed look. "What do you mean, 'don't kill him'?" The older man’s tone was filled with irritation."I promised Emily I wouldn't," Ethan explained, his eyes hardening as Christof scoffed."That girl," Christof muttered, shaking his head. "I’m starting not to like her."Ethan’s stern gaze didn’t waver. "Listen, my boy," Christof continued, his voice taking on a more persuasive tone, "you don’t need that girl in your life. She’s going to bring you nothing but trouble."Christof had long seen Emily as a threat to his business. Her influence on Ethan was ma
I sat in the car, staring at the warehouse, my heart racing as I wondered what Christof and Ethan could be doing to poor Wayne. After a few minutes, Christof walked out, his eyes locking onto mine from the door with a smile. He approached me with an unsettling grin."Did you enjoy the show?" he asked, his wide grin only deepening. I glared at him, but that only made his smile grow wider."Your Ethan is a good actor, isn’t he?" Christof continued. I furrowed my brows, confused by his words. Why couldn’t he just get to the point? "What are you talking about?" I asked, frustration edging into my voice."He did say you were naive, but I didn’t think you were this naive," Christof replied. Ethan thought I was naive?"Come on, Emily, use your brain. Did you really think you had him at your mercy?" Christof's voice dripped with condescension. "While you were planning ways to kill him, he was planning ways to kill you," he added, and my heart skipped a beat. "I don’t understand," I stammered.
Three years later."I can't believe you're getting married," I said to Jennifer, standing behind the makeup artist, fulfilling my maid-of-honor duties."I know, right? Who would’ve thought?" Jennifer smiled. No one ever imagined she'd be the first among us to get married. She was always the flirt, the one who loved to explore."Honestly, I always thought Emily would be the first to get married," Rose said as she walked into the room, holding Jennifer's bridal veil. After Rose's mother and Jennifer's father divorced, they were left with nothing. Rose lost all the privileges that came with being a Coleman, leaving her broke and desperate. She’d walked into my store one day for an interview, and I almost didn’t give it to her. But after talking to her, I realized she had the experience and deserved the position. So I hired her, and as she started working for me, I saw that the only reason she had been difficult in the past was because of the Coleman name. We became friends, and I convin
For three years, I had not spoken to Ethan. I avoided him and any place I knew he might be because I couldn’t bear to see him and not be with him. But I couldn’t be with him if he was still a criminal. As I stared at him, my heart broke all over again. Our eyes met, and his face curved into a smile. My heart fluttered, and I quickly looked away. I turned my gaze back to Jason, but it wasn’t the same. Seeing Jason no longer made my heart race, and all I wanted was to look at Ethan. “Don’t look at him, Emily,” I warned myself as the wedding ceremony drew to a close. We began throwing flower petals at the bride and groom as they walked down the aisle. “Hey, beautiful,” Jason said, walking over and holding my hand. “You look handsome,” I smiled, but my eyes betrayed me, glancing briefly back at Ethan, who hadn’t taken his eyes off me. “You think?” Jason blushed, adjusting his tie. He did look extremely handsome—his brown hair neatly styled, the black suit enhancing his beautifu
I blushed slightly, knowing I was going to say yes. I had been waiting for Jason to ask me out for days now, but he seemed to be taking his sweet time. "I’ll tell him I’ll think about it," I teased Jennifer, laughing as I watched her huff at me."Let’s hurry, please, we have so much to do today," I said, trying to change the subject as my blush deepened."Okay," Jennifer said, rushing toward the door. I followed behind her, checking her dress to make sure everything was perfect. We hurried downstairs where the driver was waiting to take us to the photoshoot. While Jennifer and Luca took their pictures, I kept getting calls about the lunch arrangements."Emily, where are you?" Irene asked, as soon as I picked up her call. It was the fifth time one of Jennifer’s bridesmaids had called me from the venue, and I was feeling exhausted and overwhelmed."I’m with the bride and groom, and they’re taking pictures," I explained to Irene, who sounded panicked."Why? What’s going on?" I asked, fe