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
As Ethan's lips crushed on mine, I felt a wave of desire, the desire I had bottled up for three years, three years of longing for his touch. Ethan's lips moved against mine, gentle at first, but growing more insistent as the seconds grew by. My body betraying me as I melted into his touch. Wrapping my hands around his neck and kissing him back, he tasted sweet as always, the craving I had felt for him rushed back like a wave, and all I wanted was for him to have me As we broke apart for air, Ethan's eyes locked onto mine, burning with a fire that I knew all too well. 'I've missed you,' he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. But I didn't reply, my mind blurred with desire. I bit my lower lips, staring at him; all I wanted to do at the moment was just f**ck him. out of breath, I pulled him to the changing room, closing the door and pushing him against it. "F**CK me!" I commanded, crushing my lips on him, I threw caution to the wind, forgetting all my anger and everything I held
I rushed to the bathroom, quickly washing and wiping myself before heading to the garden, where everyone was already seated, waiting for the bride and groom. "Hey!" Jason said as soon as I arrived at our table."Hello," I smiled back, watching him stand up and kiss me on the cheek."I thought you were coming with the bride and groom," he wondered."I had to leave them to attend to a planning emergency," I said as he pulled out a chair for me, and I sat down."Oh! What happened?" he asked, giving me a welcoming smile—one of the things I liked about him. He always listened, like Ethan; he listened and tried his best to help me solve my problems."Can you believe it? The baker didn’t deliver the cake. I had to go there myself to get it," I explained. He knew about the trouble we had with the baker, how she kept changing her prices and adding extra charges for trivial things."That's terrible," Jason replied. "But is it ready now?" I nodded. "Ethan helped. You know how smooth he is with
As soon as he said the words, "I think I love you," my heart sank. 'Love'. It was a heavy word, and suddenly my heart began to race. I couldn’t love him back, and I didn’t want to be deceptive. “What’s wrong?” Jason asked, probably noticing the tension in my body.“I still love Ethan,” I admitted, locking eyes with him, waiting for his reaction. But he didn’t look fazed; it was as if he’d already expected those words.“I know,” he said, and my eyes widened in surprise. He knew. “You and I have been dancing for over five minutes, and I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve glanced over at his table,” Jason continued, his words making me feel terrible. I hadn’t even realized I was doing it. “But I don’t care,” Jason added, his voice firm. “Just give me a chance, and I’ll make you forget him.” He said it so confidently that I couldn’t help but doubt him. Could anyone really make me forget Ethan? But if Jason insisted, maybe I could try.“Sure,” I smiled, glancing briefly toward Ethan