Emma stood there glaring at the little brats as they challenged her back to back. God help her, but she was extremely tired of their rudeness. Not that she couldn’t do a thing about it, but she feared for her job; she wasn’t ready to give it up just yet. She turned her back to them and walked away leaving them to deal with whatever they were assigned to do. “I thought you left already?” She asked as soon as she walked into her room seeing how her best friend sprawled her arms and legs carelessly on her huge bed. “Hmm I was about to, but then I changed my mind seeing that you could need a good talk about your messed up life and I just happen to be your last hope who is actually ready to listen to your very whine” Elena said sitting up and hugging a throw pillow. Emma sighed and walked up to her feeling emotionally down and laid on her bed placing her head in Elena laps “Go on spill” Elena urged “What is there to say Elena? I.. I just don’t want any of this to get to me because if
He stood there staring at her wondering if she had lost her mind or something. Was she really asking him why he didn’t come home for almost two weeks? She definitely wasn’t scared of him and that itched his ego. “What did you just say?” He dangerously demanded. She swallowed her thick spit and repeated carefully, “Why didn’t you come home for almost two weeks?” She wasn’t expecting him to react that way so she tamed her little ego and lowered her gaze but then she thought again, why was she afraid of him? She was simply asking something, she wasn’t telling him to sleep with her or something, she proudly raised her head up high and looked deep into his eyes. He walked up to her ever so slowly and stopped right in front of her short self and whispered, “The next time you ask me that, will be the last time you speak in this house, do you understand?” He threatened She nodded meekly as his threatening words flowed down her spine giving her electric shocks and numbing her brains. Bu
“What are you doing here?” Alex grumbled, walking deeper into the room. The humiliated woman pushed herself up and walked up to him, placing her arms around his neck mumbling in a sexy voice,“Look baby, I know I made a mistake earlier but don’t push me away please, I can’t live without you” she slurred. Clearly she was drunk and that angered him the most. “Leave” he stated with a cold glare. She became confused for a minute then a soft look appeared in her eyes and begged again, “Alex…” she started again, pressing her body to his. He hissed and pushed away roughly growling, “Leave Natasha, now” he said again he was deemly in the mood for anything. Being rejected and humiliated for the second time in one day,she gathered her remaining self respect and bounced out of the room raging profusely. He released a heavy sigh then had a warm bath and went to sleep. He woke up the next morning feeling better than he was yesterday. He stood up and had his bath then ordered for a light brea
Two weeks had finally flown by but there was still no sign of Alex whatsoever and that worried Emma. Glancing at the little girl who was so engrossed in playing with her doll with a wide smile on her face, made Emma’s heart clench. The day they found her doll, she was so happy that she couldn’t contain it and fell off a few flights of stairs but instead of crying, she hugged her doll tightly to her chest. Saying, “I really missed you Jenna! I thought I will never see you again” she called her doll’s name. Emma sighed and rubbed the girl’s head then stood up and went to the library to read some educational books. By the time she was done, it was already dinner time but since Mrs. Beena was around that day, she didn’t bother herself and continued to read. “Nanny Emma?” Julia whispered gently, standing by the threshold and holding a tray of food in his hands. Since the day she dressed his wounds and asked if he was being bullied in school and he affirmed it, she gave him a piece of
By the time she could comprehend what he was about to do, it was already too late as he had his arm snakes around her tiny waist pulling her closer to his chest. With his intoxicated breath, he leaned in and pressed his firm but soft lips on her making her shudder slightly. She shifted uncomfortably trying to pry his arms from around her delicate waist but all her attempts were rendered useless, because the more she struggled to free herself, the tighter he held her. “Mr Lightwood…” she started but her voice came out as a sensual moan as he was now kissing his way down her neck. Having a little taste of her made him lose his senses and go wild; he couldn't control himself. His hands skillfully caressed her back pushing her to himself as if it wasn’t enough that their bodies were already too close. Sucking on her earlobe, Emma let out a satisfying moan and wrapped her arms around his shoulder tilting her head to grant him more access. Feeling the heat brewing between them their san
“What the hell?” He mouthed, staring at the computer screen with irritation. What had he done now? He shot the screen closed and sat on his bed thinking of a way to approach Emma now that he knew what he had done to her. No wonder she was trying so hard to keep the truth to herself because it was obviously embarrassing to say it out loud. Finally he made his way to the kitchen and still saw her there seated with a mug in her hand sipping something. “You are back” she stated matter of fact. Sensing his uneasiness she asked, “what happened? Why are you so gloomy all of a sudden?” He turned around walking majestically like a king but only he knew the truth behind his composure. His heart was running a marathon just by staring at her beautiful face. “Ms. Newton…” he started, “what ever happened between us yesterday was a mistake, I was drunk and didn’t know what I was doing so don’t get any wrong ideas okay?” His voice as cold as ice vocalized while his stares sent chills down her spi
The next morning, Emma woke up earlier than usual, her mind clouded by conflicting emotions. She had enjoyed her date with Matt; he was charming and attentive, yet she couldn’t deny the lingering thoughts of Alex that kept creeping in at the most inconvenient moments. She brushed off the feelings as irrational and focused on getting ready for the day.Downstairs, Alex sat at the dining table, his eyes glued to his laptop screen but his mind elsewhere. He hadn't slept much; thoughts of Emma and her date consumed him. Every time he pictured Matt’s smug smile as he escorted Emma out of the mansion, Alex felt an inexplicable pang of jealousy that he refused to acknowledge.As Emma entered the room, the sound of her heels clicking on the marble floor pulled Alex from his thoughts. She looked radiant, her hair tied back in a neat ponytail, her outfit professional yet effortlessly chic. Alex’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than he intended, but he quickly masked his thoughts with
Later that night, the house was quiet, the kids finally tucked into bed after a long evening of stories and laughter. Emma sat on the porch swing, a blanket draped over her lap and a mug of tea in her hands. She stared out at the darkened yard, her mind spinning with thoughts she couldn’t quite untangle.The sound of the door opening behind her startled her, but she didn’t turn around. She knew it was Alex.“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice soft.Emma shook her head, taking a sip of her tea. “Too much on my mind, I guess.”Alex stepped out onto the porch, his hands in his pockets. He stood there for a moment, as if debating whether to join her. Finally, he sat down on the swing, leaving a careful distance between them.They sat in silence for a while, the quiet of the night settling around them.“About earlier,” Alex began, his voice low. “I didn’t mean to make things complicated.”Emma glanced at him, her expression guarded. “You didn’t. Not really.”Alex let out a soft laugh, th
The mansion was quiet. The sun had just begun to set, casting soft amber hues across the grand hall. Emma stood by the large window, watching the fading daylight play over the sprawling estate. Her thoughts were tangled, as usual, but today felt different. Alex had been unusually distant, and the moments they shared were fleeting, like wisps of smoke slipping through her fingers. Her heart raced as she turned to face him, the weight of the unspoken words hanging heavy between them. This is it, Emma, she thought, the moment you finally accept what this is. But how do you accept it when your heart betrays you at every turn? Just as her eyes locked with his, and their breaths aligned, a loud crash echoed from the front door. Emma’s eyes widened, and she turned sharply. The door swung open, revealing a figure stumbling into the mansion. Isabelle. Her clothes were torn, her hair disheveled, and her face pale. She looked like she had just walked through hell. “Alex!” Isabelle’s voice
The next morning, the Lightwood household was bustling with quiet activity as Alex rested in his room. Ethan and Abby huddled in the corner of the living room, whispering intently while Julia pretended not to care but leaned closer to catch snippets of their conversation.“We need a new plan,” Ethan said, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Daddy likes Emma, but he’s too stubborn to say it.”Abby nodded, her teddy bear perched on her lap. “Emma likes him too. She was so worried last night! They just need a little push.”Julia rolled her eyes. “Why do you two care so much? It’s not like Daddy listens to anyone.”Ethan smirked. “That’s where we come in. We’re the geniuses around here, remember?”Julia crossed her arms. “Your last plan almost got us grounded.”“And it still worked!” Abby chimed in, flashing a bright smile. “They were talking and laughing after we got caught.”Julia sighed, finally giving in. “Fine. What’s the plan this time?”Ethan grinned, leaning closer. “We’re going
Ethan and Abby regrouped in their favorite spot—the oversized beanbags in Ethan’s room—after the success of their game night. Julia leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. “That went well,” Ethan said, munching on a cookie. “But they didn’t, like, do anything.” “What did you expect?” Julia shot back. “Them to fall in love over charades? This takes time.” “But we don’t have time,” Abby interjected, swinging her legs. “What if Emma leaves? Or Daddy gets too busy again?” Ethan nodded. “We need something bigger. Something… undeniable.” Julia rolled her eyes. “You’re being dramatic.” “No, he’s right!” Abby said, her voice excited. “We need a plan that makes them talk to each other, like really talk. And maybe, you know, hug or something.” Ethan snapped his fingers. “Got it! What if we pretend to fight? Like, a really big fight? Then we make them both talk to us about it, and they’ll have to work together to fix it!” Abby’s eyes widened. “But I don’t want
That evening, as the family gathered in the living room, the kids held a secret meeting in Julia’s room. Julia sat cross-legged on her bed, Ethan leaned against the dresser, and Abby was perched on the floor, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Okay,” Julia began, “Operation Juice Spill worked… sort of. But we need something bigger.” “Bigger how?” Ethan asked, crossing his arms. Abby raised her hand. “What if we make them eat dinner together—like just the two of them? Romantic dinner!” Julia rolled her eyes. “Do you even know what ‘romantic’ means?” Abby pouted. “It means they’ll like each other more!” Ethan snickered. “What are we gonna do? Light candles and play music?” Julia’s smirk returned. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea. But first, we need to make sure Daddy doesn’t bring his work to dinner like he always does.” “How?” Abby asked, bouncing slightly. “Easy,” Julia said. “We hide his laptop and phone.” Ethan groaned. “Do you know how mad he’s gonna be?” “He’ll thank
The house was unusually quiet that evening, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Emma was in the kitchen finishing up the dishes, her thoughts wandering between Alex’s earlier message and the children. The calm didn’t last long.A loud slam echoed from upstairs, followed by hurried footsteps. Emma dried her hands and glanced toward the staircase just as Julia appeared, pale-faced and clutching a bundle of fabric tightly against her waist.“Julia?” Emma called, concerned.Julia froze, her expression shifting between embarrassment and panic. “I-I’m fine!” she stammered, backing toward the stairs.Emma stepped forward cautiously. “You don’t look fine. Did something happen?”“No!” Julia barked defensively, her face turning crimson. She tried to bolt, but Emma’s gentle persistence stopped her in her tracks.“Julia, talk to me,” Emma said softly. “Whatever it is, I promise it’s okay.”Julia hesitated, her grip on the fabric tightening. Her lower lip quivered as she looked away, a
Emma guided Julia into the bathroom, shutting the door gently behind them. The girl looked uneasy, her usual sass replaced by vulnerability. She fiddled with the hem of her oversized t-shirt, avoiding Emma’s gaze.“I woke up and there was... blood,” Julia whispered, her cheeks flushed. “I didn’t know what to do.”Emma crouched to her level, her voice calm and reassuring. “It’s okay, Julia. This is completely normal. It just means you’re growing up.”Julia frowned, her tough exterior crumbling. “I don’t feel normal. I feel gross.”Emma smiled softly, brushing a strand of Julia’s hair from her face. “Trust me, every girl feels that way at first. But it’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s part of being a woman.”Julia hesitated, glancing at Emma uncertainly. “You’re not going to tell him, are you?”Emma raised an eyebrow. “Your dad? No, this is just between us unless you want him to know. It’s your choice.”Julia let out a small sigh of relief. “Good. I’d rather die than have him find out.”
It was late, and the house had quieted down for the night. Emma stood in the kitchen, tidying up after dinner. The faint hum of the dishwasher filled the silence, but her thoughts were louder. Matt’s message had lingered in her mind all day, making her stomach churn with unease.Just as she reached to turn off the kitchen lights, she heard footsteps. Turning around, she saw Alex standing in the doorway. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his tie slightly loosened. He looked tired, but there was something more—a weight in his gaze that she couldn’t quite place.“I didn’t think anyone was still awake,” Emma said, her voice soft.Alex walked in, his hands sliding into his pockets. “I couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d grab some water,” he replied, though the way his eyes lingered on her made it clear she was the reason he’d come downstairs.Emma hesitated. She had been avoiding him since the awkward tension Matt had stirred. But now, with Alex standing so close, his presence felt magnetic.“You
The phone buzzed faintly in his hand, but Alex didn’t dare look at it. His pulse thundered in his ears as he tossed the device onto his desk like it might burn him. Suddenly, the room seemed too quiet, the stillness amplifying the weight of what he had just done.What if she doesn’t reply?The thought lingered, bitter and sharp. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. For someone who made billion-dollar decisions daily, this was unnervingly paralyzing. Business was predictable; people, especially someone like Emma, were not.Alex’s mind spiraled with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last. Maybe she’d laugh it off. Or worse, maybe she’d ignore it altogether, leaving his carefully constructed message to fester in the void of her inbox.But what if she replied? What if she was honest, and the honesty wasn’t what he wanted to hear?He sat back down heavily, his elbows braced on the desk as he leaned forward, burying his face in his hands. The l
Alex sat in his spacious office, the skyline of Asokoro stretched out before him. It was late into the evening, the city lights casting a soft glow on his face as he stared at the stacks of paperwork in front of him. The glow from his computer screen was the only light, yet it didn’t seem to matter; he wasn’t really seeing the documents or emails in front of him. His mind kept drifting back to Emma, to the quiet, fleeting moments they had shared.The air in the room felt thick, suffocating, like the weight of his own emotions had transformed the space into something unrecognizable. The files in front of him were no different from the thoughts he kept trying to suppress. Everything about his day—from handling business matters to dealing with the children—had been a distraction, a poor attempt at keeping his mind occupied.But the more he tried to focus on his work, the more his thoughts kept circling back to Emma.It had started the moment Matt had appeared, asking Emma to prepare for