If an earthquake occurred and the ground beneath opened up, Emma would happily jump into it. That is how eager she was to escape the predicament she was currently in.
On the other hand, the man who is the cause of this predicament was enjoying every bit of the moment.
“E-Ex?”
Richard’s eyes bounced between Christopher and Emma to find any hint of a joke before he looked at his twin, who looked equally surprised by the revelation.
“How are you, Emma?”
Christopher ignoring the baffled expressions on his friends' faces, smiled and asked in a gentle tone while taking in her features.
“I am good. When did you return to the country?”
“Not pleased having me back, are we?”
“There is nothing to be pleased or not to be pleased about. It was just small talk.”
“Since when did you start liking small talk?”
“5 years is a long time for me to start liking anything.”
Nothing betrayed Emma’s steady voice and calm smile as she looked straight into Christopher’s eyes. Despite her sweaty, cold palms, there was no change in her expression which might give away how nervous she was meeting him after their last encounter.
“Miss. Grayson, I am getting late for my next appointment. You can mail the documents to me after you’re done making the changes.”
“I apologise for the delay, Miss. Wright. I will have the documents sent to the Watson Residence by tonight.”
“Thank you.”
Emma smiled softly at Royce before nodding at Richard and then glancing briefly at Christopher before side-stepping them and leaving the office.
Turning around to look at her retreating back, Christopher had a deep look on his face making Richard softly pat his shoulder.
“You are still not over her?”
“We barely dated for a week, before I decided she wasn’t it for me.”
“Then what is with that melancholic look?”
Richard asked in amusement as Christopher shook his head with a small chuckle.
“It is not melancholy. I am just trying to understand that woman.”
“Understand her for what?”
“She has always been a puzzle for me. In university, she always steered clear of all materialistic temptations. If not for a stupid dare, she wouldn’t have dated me for a week, either.”
Christopher chuckled humorlessly as he let out a long troubled sigh, looking outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
“Is your ego hurt? That woman did not want you if not for a stupid dare?”
“Not really. I respect her choice. Everyone has a different taste, but choosing Shayne at the end? Her choice is really questionable.”
“Chris, humans often make stupid decisions because they were simply dumb enough to make them or they were left with no other choice. You shouldn’t judge without knowing both sides of a coin.”
Royce chided Christopher with a slight frown as she made her way back to her table, while Richard and Christopher sat down on the leather couch.
“Why are they divorcing, anyway? That too after 5 years?”
Christopher asked with an amused chuckle at the odd timing. He had to leave the country when they got married and now that he was back; they were getting divorced.
It was as if destiny was saving Emma for him, but too bad she was too docile and good-tempered for him.
“Shayne Watson is divorcing Miss. Wright because she couldn’t give him an heir even after 5 years of their marriage.”
“Is that even a valid reason for divorce?”
Richard almost spat in indignation at the reason for divorce.
Seriously in what era were they living in that a husband is throwing away 5 years of a happy marriage for an heir?
“It is consensual divorce, so it is valid. I think it is better for Miss. Wright as well.”
“How is it better for Miss? Wright? Going back to the common man’s life would be difficult, even torturous for her after experiencing the lifestyle of the wealthy.”
“Even a heiress with influence marrying into a noble family would need an heir to secure her position, let alone a common woman with zero influence among high society.”
Royce scoffed at the reality of women even in the 21st century.
A woman without a child is an incomplete woman. No matter how much she has accomplished in her life, without becoming a mother, she will always be a failure.
“That is the only reason for divorce?”
Christopher asked with a frown.
As far as he knew Emma and Shayne were both healthy individuals, there shouldn’t be a problem with conceiving but even if they did, IVF, surrogacy even adoption, the options for an heir were endless with today’s medical advancement, so why chose to divorce?
“That is what uncle told me. What else could be the reason?”
“A mistress?”
Richard questioned the probability, as Royce immediately denied the possibility.
“Shayne Watson might not be a gentleman, but cheating on his wife isn’t possible for him.”
“Why?”
“Watson's family is a family full of snakes ready to bite each other's head off. If he is caught of cheating, then he can forget being the next head of the family. He won’t even be part of the family. The risk is too high just for a mistress.”
Royce analyzed as she continued to type away on her desktop with a measured speed, briefly pausing to read through before continuing.
“Wha-“
“Enough about it. Where are we hanging out in the evening?”
Royce cut off Richard’s next question with an annoyed glare. She still had to get the papers ready on top of the other files. If this continued, she would have to pull an all-nighter.
“Rose and Ryan are choosing the spot.”
“You let Rose and Ryan to choose a spot together?”
“Yeah?”
“That is the perfect combination for a disaster. They never agree on the same thing.”
Royce groaned in annoyance and how stupid her twin was. Everyone who knew Rose Grayson and Ryan Monroe knew they were technically each other’s nemesis.
They wouldn’t stand each other if not for them being in the friend group, even which they avoid whenever possible.
This time, if not for Christopher's return, they wouldn’t agree to meet up so easily.
“They happen to be the only people free enough to check for free VIP spots. And they agreed.”
Richard shrugged, not caring much unless and until he had a DJ and was drunk by the end of the night.
Emma, who exited Grayson & Co. hailed down a cab and went back to the Watson mansion. To find Madam Watson fuming over something and lashing out at Amanda, with the poor woman trembling in fear.Unable to bear it any longer, Emma cleared her throat, making her presence known, her expression gentle and a calm smile painted on her lush pink lips.“Where were you? Have you seen the time?”Madam Watson’s expression soured even more than before as soon as her gaze fell on Emma.“Did you need me for something?”Emma calmly asked, disregarding Madam Watson’s tone, as this was how the older lady always spoke to her.“The dinner is not yet ready! And Stella’s room looks like a haunted house! Is this how you arrange things?”Madam Watson lashed out at her in a shrill voice, a few octaves higher than her usual tone, stating how angry she was.“I will take care of it before dinner. As for dinner, I will see what is taking time.”Emma’s smile was intact, her voice steady as she softly spoke.“You
“We meet again.”Startled by the sudden voice from beside her ear, Emma stumbled back by instinct making her trip onto the air and fall backward.Resigning to her fate, Emma shut her eyes tight, waiting for the impact of the hard, cold ground on her butt but was confused as it never came, instead, there was a pleasantly, familiar pressure on her waist.Peeking her eyes open, her eyes clashed with Christopher’s ocean blue eyes full of mirth.“Though is it an extreme honor. I can’t have you falling for me left and right, I don’t want such a pretty lady to get hurt.”“Thanks for the save and it is Madam, not Lady.”Emma still cool as cucumber answered in a calm, measured voice, a complete contrast to the rampage of elephants inside her stomach and the sprint her heart was currently running.“Oh? I thought I was here to d
As promised, Emma was out of the house by the next sunrise, leaving behind two puzzled members and three relieved family members. Her disappearance puzzled Mr. Watson, whereas Spade was unsure as to how to interpret her words from last night and her disappearance this morning. On the other hand, Shayne and Stella were rejoicing on the inside to be finally rid of Emma’s annoying presence in their lives. Madam Watson was also on cloud nine to have freed her son from the good-for-nothing woman, who brought no advantages to Shayne, unlike Stella who was already a well-established actress. ******************** Emma rolled her suitcase into the elevator of the apartment complex she bought the other day. Readjusting her sling bag, she pressed her floor and leaned back to wait for the elevator to close. Just as the doors were about to close, a muscular arm interrupted, prompting the door to slide open again. The unexpected interruption
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 blin
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
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