37 - Choke Me Harder
Cillian
“Why did you wake me up so early?” Emma grumbled, meeting me outside her room and rubbing her eyes. “It’s the weekend.”
I hummed, checking her attire, and nodded in approval. “Good. This will do. Come on, we have a lot to do today.”
“What?” she whined, but her footsteps followed me downstairs. It was six in the morning and the sun hadn’t risen yet. The weather was cold, so I’d have to train her in her personal gym room. I had been setting it up every evening for the past few weeks between guarding her at school, giving her orgasms at night and wondering why the fuck her stalker hadn’t made a move. Yet.
It was making me uneasy that he still hadn’t showed up. Yes, she was still getting creepy DMs in her soc
38 - JealousEmma“We want a similar suit in navy, beige, tan and…” I looked at Cillian and back at the employee. “Light pink.”“Just black. Please,” Cillian rumbled at her, but I shushed him, and ignoring his grumpy scowl, I went to the shoes department.“I don’t need more clothes, Doll. I have tons of them,” Cillian complained, following me. A few customers were eyeing him, and I saw an old lady tuck a gray lock behind her ear, shamelessly checking him out.I gaped and held his hand, glaring at her.“What are you doing?”“I’m holding your hand. So you don’t get lost.”His hand was large, warm, and I liked
39 - It’s OkayEmmaMy hands were shaking since morning. I had barely eaten my breakfast and forced myself to swallow a glass of orange juice. I almost shrieked when Summer hugged me from behind, her usual morning routine, telling me a terrible dad joke.“Emma.”I clutched my skirt and looked at Mia sitting across me. The chair next to me screeched, and I held my breath when Summer sat down.“Are you okay?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.I shook my head and pushed my plate away. “I am jumpy and sc—nothing.” They didn’t know about the stalker, and I didn’t want them to worry. If I told Mia, James would know, and that idiot in love would arrange for top security to be everywhere, and Mia would be stuc
41 - I’m Going HomeEmmaI frowned. Her green eyes were sharp when she told me that my mom was killed. Murdered.“But it was a stupid plane crash.”“And how often do private planes of huge celebrities crash, kitten?” Zayed asked, his chocolate brown eyes pinned on me.I shook my head, “No. She couldn’t have been murdered. I’m sure—”“There’s a chance that she was.”“Autopsy?” Cillian asked Elena.She pursed her lips and shook her head. “It seemed a fake, but they cremated her after the funeral ceremony so we can’t prove it.”“Who could’ve killed her?” I asked, looking up from my lap to all of them. Cillian’s face was hard to read as always, but Zayed, slowly rubbing his lips, looked like there was something ch
40 - Not an AccidentCillianMy arms tightened around her body, breathing in her warm vanilla scent. “Emma, I need to ask you about something,” I whispered, pulling away to look at her face.Her eyes were gleaming with tears but she nodded, wanting for me to continue.“That night,” I started, running the pad of my thumb over her jaw, “When we slept together in my suite, I came back because I couldn’t find my wedding ring.”Her expression remained passive.“I wanted to tell you that I was not having an affair and that Olivia is—”“Shh, I know, Cillian.” She offered me a small smile. “I was pretty mad when I found it, but then the drug made me unconscious. I’m sorry I don&rsqu
42 - I Like HimEmmaIt was yet another surprise that Zayed stayed quiet while driving. Their car was expensive without a logo and just a golden crest of Azmia country in the front.“Do you think I should tell my friends? About… everything?” I asked, not knowing if I was really stupid or just brainless to ask his advice. The guy I met a few hours ago.He glanced at me and let out a small laugh. “You are asking the wrong person, kitten.”“Thought so.” I looked out of the window.“But if you want my opinion, then… go ahead, tell them. They will be hurt if you don’t tell them and something happens to you. But they will be disappointed that you were going through so much and didn’t seek their support.
Part Four“Sit on my fucking face and suffocate me with your cunt.”43 - My FaultEmmaMy head hammered as I struggled to push my heavy lids open. There was a constant ringing in my ears and my face felt warm. Something burning made me cough, and I forced my eyes to blink.I could see shattered glass and the tight belt around me, holding me to the seat. I looked beside me and let out a whimper. Zayed was bleeding from the temple and his eyes were closed. The car was burning. We had to get out.“Z-Zayed,” I coughed out. I winced, pushing the button to unlock my seatbelt and fell on the ground. My legs were bleeding, but I could move despite the soreness in my body. I did not know what happened, but I was scared and needed Zayed to wake up.“Zayed, wake up!” I tried to yell, but my voic
44 - A FavorEmmaI woke up to a brooding brother, worried friends, and a cold Cillian standing in the corner of the hospital room.“Why didn’t you text me that you met Zayed Al Fasih? Do you know he has met the Queen?” Summer asked, her brows furrowed as she looked over at me.“Summer,” Mia elbowed her and turned to me. “She means to say that we were worried when we heard the news about this… and found that you were in a car with the Sheikh of Azmia.”“He was dropping me off,” I mumbled, a dull ache forming in my head.“What was that?” Summer asked, leaning closer.“Girls,” Damon said, shooting my friends a look. “Do y
45 - Show MeCillianIt was a nightmare. I knew that much.I had been reliving the same dreams of my past, of my sins, for years. But that time… it was different and horrifying.My feet floated into the house that looked like mine. My brain was a victim of its trauma, and I couldn’t stop myself when I started climbing the stairs with flowers and a cake box in my hands. It was happening again.“D-don’t!” I tried to warn myself. To stop. To turn away. But my brain wasn’t listening to me, and I kept floating.I opened the door and found a woman lying on my bed. “Please don’t!” I cried out, moving closer and instead of dark brown hair, wavy golden locks splayed on the pillow.&nb