Stanley’s no-nonsense tone, made Emma tremble, but she caught herself in time.
She expected it, she anticipated the hate but when it was thrown at her face, in reality, it hurt like someone pulled out her heart.
Catherine, with tears running down her bubbly cheeks, pulled at her husband’s sleeve, shaking her head, asking him to not hurt their daughter with such harsh words.
She might not be their blood, but she was still the daughter they cherished with their all, at times even more than their own flesh.
“It is alright, Mom. I deserve this but I won’t give up this time. I will make up for all my shortcomings and right my wrongs since last 5 years.”
Emma smiled softly at her parents before, heading into the stairwell, unable to wait there any longer for the elevator.
Descending the stairs, she was once again lost in the past.
Time was unforgiving, 5 years seemed to have sped past in a blink of an eye.
‘This time I’m going to listen to my heart and cherish the people who cherished me in the past.’
Emma thought as she left the complex and walked to the supermarket down two blocks.
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**2 WEEKS LATER**
Emma tiredly entered her apartment after a tiring day at the café she was working as a barista, the only place ready to hire her after multiple failed corporate interviews.
She knew it was going to be difficult to find a job after a 5 year gap but so difficult that she couldn’t even secure an intern’s position was a curve ball to her.
At least it was a curve ball until she knew why she couldn’t even start at the grassroots despite her coming out at the top of her class, it was all because of her egoistic ex-husband.
Of course, if she hadn’t heard it accidentally from the interviewer who made a call to her husband before making sure she was out of earshot, she would still be trying to secure a job, attending interviews in vain, and blaming her incompetence to secure a job.
But now that she knew Shyane had blacklisted her because he couldn’t accept her being independent and happy without his alimony, she knew working for any corporate company would be almost impossible, so after wasting a complete week she gave up.
Sighing softly Emma stood up from the couch she had plopped onto while thinking about all of this.
She looked around her apartment which was now more cozy and warm, with everything according to her taste.
She longed for such freedom but it came with the price of loneliness.
Indeed, Fiona dropped by whenever she had time but being a fresher in university, her free time was limited.
Thankfully, her father did not object to Fiona meeting her and Fiona was not angry at her sister like her parents.
As for Catherine, it was a completely different story.
She yearned for her first child but at the same time, she was hurt from the actions of the past and couldn’t bring herself to forgive so easily either.
Stanley was the same. It was all about right and wrong for him, and Emma couldn’t blame him for it, after all he was right at the end and she was wrong, only if she had trusted her father a little more with her life.
Shaking her head to remove all the thoughts rom her head, Emma headed to her bedroom and took a shower, changing into a pair of cozy pajamas.
Walking into the kitchen, opening the fridge she contemplated what she could put together for a light supper and took out a few boxes.
Just as she was about to put it on a plate and heat it, her mobile started ringing causing her to pause and walk out of the kitchen.
Looking at the caller id, Emma picked up with a small, genuine smile.
“Iris, I texted you an address. Be here within next 1 hour.”
Saying this the voice on the other hand hung up without waiting for a response.
Emma chuckled to herself as she went back into her room to change back into something presentable.
The caller was none other than her best friend, Eleanor Morey, a rising singer and producer of Hollywood, many nominations and awards under her belt.
Emma and Eleanor grew up together in orphanage after Eleanor lost her family in a tragic accident when she was 3 years old but unlike Emma, Eleanor refused to get adopted and moved out of orphanage once she was an adult.
Now at 26 she was a pretty well known celebrity, a self-made millionaire with her own beauty-brand.
As for her abrupt calls, that was how her personality was, a straightforward, bold woman who knows her worth.
Quickly making her way out of the complex, Emma flagged down a cab and gave the driver her address.
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Emma reached the destination in 45 minutes and was surprised to find herself in front of a posh club.
‘Midnight Angels’
Frowning to herself, Emma gave Eleanor a call, which was picked up after a few rings.
“Are you here?”
Her voice came through with a lot of background noice, like she was in the middle of a disco.
“I’m too old for partying.”
Emma deadpanned, as she felt a headache form at the back of her head. She was a peace-loving woman and preffered serene environment over chaotic places like clubs and bars.
“Just come in I’ll explain. I’m sending my assistant, she will bring you in.”
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Emma hated this.
Eleanor had recommended her to the club’s manager as a part-time bartender and today as the club was short on staffs, they asked for her and Eleanor looped her in without telling her anything.
As for the person in question she was busy playing the DJ at the tower in the middle of the dance floor.
“Why are you here?”
‘Not again!’
Looking at the smirking Christopher and a slightly bewildered Richard, Emma almost groaned out loud in annoyance but held it in at the last moment.“What can I help you with, Sir?”“Sir?”Christopher bit out in laughter but his eyes held a different story altogether.“It hasn’t been a fortnight since your divorce and this is your condition? What kind of man did you choose over me?”“Chris, drop it. I apologize, Miss. Wright, my friend here is a little tipsy…”“I’m very much sober, Richie. Emma, VVIP room 3, I stored a bottle of whiskey a few months back, bring it along with a couple of shots.”Saying this Christopher left the place without looking back, his tone biting cold as if the very thought of breathing the same air as her was intolerable to him.Richard who wa
“Don’t scare the poor girl, Ry.”Another foreign voice though light and playful, held a slight edge to it, immediately ringing alarm bells in Emma’s mind, despite which she held her composure and maintained her head low.“Mr. Lee, we asked for a bartender not… entertainment.”“N-No, Miss Stark. Emma here is the bartender who completed your previous orders, and since you were very satisfied with her, I assigned her here for the night.”Saying this the manager quickly nudged Emma, who was surprised by his statement and looked at the manager in questioning.Satisfied?Then the manager lied to her because he was afraid she would refuse to become their private bartender.Understanding his thoughts, Emma calmly looked at the manager before taking a glance around the room. “What? Are you not willing to be our bartender here?”The playful voice from before spoke again but this time it had lost its playfulness and was instead full of disdain.Mr. Lee whose forehead was once again covered in
“Have you lost your common sense completely?”“What?”“Remove your contacts.”Christopher gruffly said as he quickly released her as if she was on fire.He sat back down in his place, casually ignoring the surprised looks everyone else was giving him.He picked up his glass and brought it near his lips to sip to find it empty, making Richard clear his throat in amusement and he picked up the bottle to help him fill it up.“Here let me help.”Richard said as calmly as possible, but the slight smirk on his lips earned him a hard glare from Christopher, making him mock salute the latter.“You’re wearing contacts?”Royce asked in surprise as Emma nodded slightly, before placing the torch down reluctantly.Emma has always been insecure about her eye colour, it was mainly because of her getting bullied for it in the orphanage, she started wearing contacts when given a choice by her parents to make her feel comfortable.Since high school she regularly wore contacts throughout university till
“Mr. Monroe, I might be just a bartender but such balant disrespect of boundaries won’t be tolerated by me.”Emma stated sharply, her voice same as before, but the coldness in her purple orbs which seemed like a flowing butterfly moments ago now looked like a jade as old as time.Mysterious and cold.“Ry…”Alfred looked at Ryan with a frown, clearly disapproving his actions, but he understood the latter’s anxiousness as well, so he could only turn to the other person.“Miss. Wright, I apologise to you on behalf of my friend. He isn’t himself, please forgive him, he meant no disrespect.”“Mr. Grayson, your apology isn’t required here…”Emma stated calmly, as she glanced at Ryan coldly, who was looking at her like a predator looking at its prey, while still holding onto the strand of h
After asking the car to follow them, Ryan followed Emma to the café she mentioned, all the while shielding her from the snow, even if it meant he was getting snowed and his right shoulder forming a wet patch due to snow falling continuously on it.Slowly guiding her wherever he felt the snow was deeper, making sure she did not slip on the slippery snow-laden ground.All these actions did soften Emma’s heart but there was a nagging feeling in her heart about all of this simply being an act to achieve something greater but what it was a question her subconscious couldn’t answer.Entering the café, they heard a grumble before a voice greeted them.“We’re closed for the… Emma?”Steven Sloan, Brittany’s son was the owner of this cozy café, when she visited Brittany a few days back near the old school, the old woman had suggested she work here rather than somewhere else.Though Emma already declined the kind offer, she still remembered the place and decided to come here since it was the clo
Ryan was in disbelief at Emma’s answer.People would kill to be the Monroe heiress and here she is denying it like a simple candy.“Since you did my background check you must know, I just got divorced…”“You could be a felon for all I care, Emma. Your status as the Monroe heiress is your birthright, it is not an option or accessory you could deny.”“Aren’t I dead for everyone? Let it stay that way.”Emma steeled her gaze as she looked at her supposed brother, her intentions clear.Looking at her resolute tone, Ryan leaned back in his chair, calming down and gouging her reaction.“Reason for your denial?”“I’m not entering that suffocating high society again. I barely escaped unscathed this time, I might not be so lucky the next.”“Is that all?”“I already have a family whom I love a lot. They’re enough for me. I want to spend the remainder of my life peacefully with them.” “Family? The one with whom you’ve cut contact for the last 5 years?”“Mr. Monroe, I have neither the time for an
“It is not that severe, don’t worry I can take care of it.”Emma reassured Steven as she completed wiping the counter sparkly clean.“Emma… We just got you back after 5 years, don’t disappear on us again, alright?”“I won’t, don’t worry. I’ll let you and Elea in on the matter when the time is right.”“Just don’t land yourself in a situation like last time okay? Let us help you out.”“I know, don’t worry. It is getting late wrap up and we’ll head home.”“On it.”Steven beamed her a smile as he quickly went around the kitchen and turning off the appliances which won’t be necessary for the night, as Emma made her way out into the front side.“Mumma was telling me you found a full-time job in a café near the university, how is it going?”“It is great. I somehow love being the barista, especially with the creative orders the students come up with for themselves.”“Oh, tell me about it! They want a low calorie cappuchino which tastes exactly like the one made with whole milk and sugar.”Ste
“Willingly? Does that mean I will have to accept it anyhow?”“It is for the best, leaving you out anymore will be foolishness.”“I was doing great till now.”“I found you Eve, others will also find you, and by then it will be a threat to your life. I can’t allow that.”“That will be my trouble Mr. Monroe, not yours. With me out of the picture don’t you have one less competitor for the inheritance?”Emma stated as she looked outside the window, not ready to see his expression.She did not know what she was expecting by saying something like that, but she was not ready to trust another man ever again.“Why are you so against the idea of being a heiress? Isn’t that lifestyle better than the one you’re living now?”Ryan countered in an eerily calm tone, his eyes trained on the road but the increasing speed of the car rang alarm bel
It was yet another workday for the Monroe father-son duo, as they were wrapping up on their ends.Rudolf had one last meeting with Alexander, which was a last-minute appointment since the latter wanted to speak with him about what happened at the Christmas Eve Ball, which had been a week ago and they still couldn’t have a proper talk on it.Without a doubt, when Rudolf heard what happened at the ball, calling him furious would be an understatement.If not for his daughter’s request to let it go this time, he would’ve made those Watsons pay for every degrading remark and every minute of her those 5 years she wasted on them.And he was equally furious at Howards for letting something like this happen in the first place.She was under their roof when it happened and on top of that she was there as Christopher’s date, so naturally she was under their protection and security, yet they failed at just that.At first, he would’ve rejected Alexander’s request, but Hyacinth threatened him to ac
After a long day at work, completely drained out, Emma walked into the Monroe mansion.Flopping down right at the first seat of the beige leather sofa, she completely disregarded any ladylike behavior she was to obey as an heiress since anyone could walk in on her at that moment.She dropped her bag at her feet, discarding her suit jacket to one side and removing her stilettos beside her handbag, she stepped flat on the soft Persian carpet.Sighing at the soothing feeling of softness after a complete day of standing on her feet on a torture device, she breathed out deeply.For some reason, her muscles ached, and her mind seemed to be a lot foggier, as she dismissed it and curled up into a ball right onto the sofa and closed her eyes for a nap.Janette, the head butler of Monroe mansion, walked inside the living room and almost had a heart attack when she saw Emma curled up on the sofa.“M-Miss. Evelyn?!”Janette softly called out to not startle her little heiress, but receiving no res
“Miss… Whatever. Calling a Vintage Rolex, manufactured as a tribute on its 3rd Anniversary, estimated in some tens of billions… How classic of a country bumpkin like you.”Emma looked at Ryan in surprise, as the Watsons opened and closed their mouths in disbelief.“Mr. Monroe, you cannot speak with my fiancé in such a manner.”“Be thankful I’m speaking at all, instead of throwing you all out the venue. I have enough respect for the host to not create an unnecessary disturbance in their event.”“It was Emma, who…”“Sir, Madam, Miss. I request you to please follow me out.”A stern man dressed in black stepped towards them with three other equally serious-looking men behind him.Emma raised her brow at her brother.He just threatened and the security was already here. What kind of overlord was he?“Unfortunately, they faked the invite and entered. So, the security is here.”Cecil casually commented as he leisurely walked in from behind the security with Royce, who had a frown etched on h
“I’ll show you what a fire is! I’ll ruin you!”“Try me.”“Hah! What can a bastard like you even do?”“5 years a lot of time you know, Mrs. Watson. Corporate secrets would be a child’s play let alone… How do you think my lovely Ex-husband would react if he knows…”Emma cooed softly in Mrs. Watson’s ear.To a third person, it would look like they were hugging each other and having a reunion.But only they knew it was anything but that.A sick satisfaction bloomed in Emma as she saw Mrs. Watson as white as a ghost or someone who saw one.She had been suppressed by this woman for more than 5 years but not anymore.“W-What do you mean?”“If he knows the family name, he is so proud about… It doesn’t even belong to him in the first place… while at family, I miss Uncle Watson dearly! I’m considering inviting him to a meal at his favorite restaurant. What do you think, Mrs. Watson?”“You wouldn’t dare!”“Why would I not? Did you just not call me a bastard? Bastards have nothing to lose but you
“You don’t like them?”Christopher looked at Emma in confusion.He expected many scenarios but not this one.What does a ‘Why’ in this situation even mean?“You did not have get me anything.”“You hate flowers?”“No but… I’m sorry they’re beautiful. Thank you.”Emma smiled as she looked at Christopher who nodded awkwardly, he wasn’t sure how to react.This wasn’t the first time he gave her flowers but then she was his girlfriend, now she wasn’t and her first reaction scared him a little.What if she thought he still had feelings for her?He would hate for her to get the wrong idea.“Uhm… Cee got flowers and chocolates for Roy and ordered for me as well…”“Miss. Grayson also loves Purple Orchids and Purple Lilies in her bouquet.”“That…”“And Miss. Grayson just happens to like Dutch chocolate with hazelnuts from Emerry?”Emma chuckled softly, as Christopher shook his head negatively accepting defeat, as she unwrapped one chocolate and carefully without smudging her lipstick, put the co
“We’ll take our leave now, Aunt Cynthia.”“Go ahead! Enjoy the night or at least try to, right sweetheart?”“Right.”“Please rest assured Aunt Cynthia, I’ll try my best to keep her away from the crowd and make her as comfortable as possible.”“Oh, I don’t doubt that you’ll try your best. It is getting late you two should be on your own now.”“Bye, Mum.”“Bye, Aunt Cynthia.”“Bye, kids. Enjoy!”Christoper’s car was already waiting for them at the entrance and Emma was surprised to find he did not bring his chauffeur today.“You are driving?”“Not very confident in my driving skills?”“You hate driving.”“When I’m alone, yes. But since I have company today, I thought I’ll brush up my skills a little.”“We can still take my driver, or I could drive us there?”“You?”Christopher gave her an ‘are-you-for-real’ look as he opened the car door of the passenger seat.“Get in. I’m sure you can manage being the passenger princess for one day, yes?”“If there is even one scratch on me, I’m suing
Emma's relaxed and confident answer made Alex and Christopher raise their eyebrows in question.“Isn’t Monroe Interiors a subsidiary of Evening Enterprise?”“No, it is not. I don’t it is still big enough to be part of a Trillion-dollar empire like Evening Enterprise.”Her answer surprised the Howard family, as they expected her to do business under the protection of Evening Enterprise, but she did not take their support.This made them respect her, and the Howard couple liked her even more.It wasn’t easy to establish a business in the current economy, especially for a woman it is even more difficult because business is still a male-dominated industry.With the growing capitalism a business in Interiors is indeed a great option but the competition for it is already so cutthroat you won’t even notice when you are left behind by fellow business houses.“Doing your business under Evening Enterprise would’ve been an easy way out.”“Sitting at home, while I spend my family’s money seems li
The dinner was a peaceful event, at least, as peaceful as it can get when, you have to sit beside your Ex-boyfriend from university days, just because his brother was offended by some offhand remark your Ex said.‘So Mature!’Emma had screamed in her head when her peaceful plans to sit beside her brother went down the drain as Cecil stubbornly sat beside Ryan and refused to share his breathing space with Christopher.Which meant she had to be the bigger person despite being the youngest and sitting beside Christopher.Of course, Ryan had offered to exchange seats with her but her mother wanted her beside her as well, making the sit between Christopher and her mother the only ideal place as the elder couples were both already seated.“This is not your style?”“And you know that because you’re Charles Frederick Worth?”“Is he your stylist?”“Never mind, I overestimated you.”“It's either a sharp tongue or a sharp knife, isn’t it, Orchid?”“Oh! You don’t deserve anything less.”“Sweethea
Looking at the hesitant Hyacinth at her doorstep, Emma was confused.What happened suddenly?Weren’t they laughing around just a moment back?“I have a request.”“You don’t have to request me, Mum.”Emma softly reassured as she walked back to the entrance grabbed Hyacinth’s hand pulled her inside and closed the door behind her.“Now tell me.”“I know this might sound odd but...”“Mum… you can freely share your thoughts with me. Aren’t I, your daughter?”“Can I dress you up for dinner tonight?”“Huh?”“I knew it was a bad idea!”“Oh no! I was just surprised. Of course, you can, I will be glad to let you style me!”“Really?”“Yes.”“Then, you quickly take a shower while I select a few outfits for you!”“Alright! But don’t strain yourself, okay?”“Okay! I’m not made of glass that all of you are treating me like I’ll break any second.”“Better safe than sorry!”“Now, off you go before I make!”“Okay!”Emma and Hyacinth chuckled as the former mock saluted the latter who glared at her in re