Hours later, Emily sat still, her gaze glued to the emergency room door. The lights finally went off, She lunged forward from her seated position, her vision blurry from crying the entire time.
Emily approached the door and almost immediately the doctor walked out with a concerned countenance, but with Emily being too eager she missed that look.
“Doctor? How did it go? Emily questioned with pleading eyes that whatever came out of the doctor's mouth was the good news she had been hoping and praying for”.
Doctor? Emily probed...
The doctor’s expression remained unreadable
“The surgery was a success Emily”, he said solemnly, “but...”
Before he could continue, Emily released a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding in. She collapsed to the ground, all her fears dissolved into relief, tears streaming down her face.
“Thank you, doctor,” she repeated sobbing. Thank you so much.”
Doctor Maxwell’s expression softened, he stared at her, torn between delivering the rest of the news and allowing Emily bask in her moment of relief and apparently chose the latter.
He would tell her much later, for he had witnessed the struggles of this young woman firsthand. Still surprised by how she was able to get her mother’s surgery done, when hours ago she didn’t seem to have a way out.
Doctor Maxwell’s eyes held deep compassion, “Emily?” He called gently, offering his hand to help her up. “You should go rest now, you seem tired and your face doesn’t look so good. You can come back in a few hours to see her when she’s transferred to a regular ward”.
Emily stared at the emergency room door, then at the doctor and her gaze shifted back to the door, her eyes lingered as if unwilling to leave her mother’s side.
Emily’s eyes welled up with tears once again as she nodded slowly.
“Thank you, doctor,” Emily whispered softly, her voice barely audible.
“You’re welcome, Emily. Doctor Maxwell responded. Go take care of yourself first. Your mother will need you soon”.
Emily cast one final glance at the door and made her way out of the hospital. Her head buzzed with several thoughts, there was still some lingering fear, a knot in the pit of her stomach, a feeling she usually had when something wasn’t quite right.
Stepping out into the sunlight she squinted, the bright rays piercing her eyes. But as the warmth hit her skin alleviating the chilly vibe. She seemed to feel a lot better.
She wandered aimlessly without a clear direction, her feet carrying her into the hospital garden, she settled onto a bench at a corner observing the diverse crowd: doctors, nurses, patients and maybe the families of the patients she wondered.
Her gaze drifted, lost in thought. Time passed and Emily’s momentary trance was broken by her own exasperated sigh.
She stood up and walked forward, where she was headed was something she thought she’d figure out along the way.
Emily sauntered absentmindedly, when suddenly she heard a faint cry from a passerby, she turned to see an elderly woman stepping off the curb, oblivious to the oncoming bus.
Without hesitation, she sprinted towards the woman, grabbing her arm and pulling her back onto the sidewalk. The bus roared by inches away from where the old lady had stood.
Out of breath, Emily steadied the woman who seemed shaken by the incident. “Are you okay?”
The woman, still recovering from the shock, focused her eyes on Emily. “Oh dearie, I....I...I think so. Thank you”.
Emily helped the woman to a nearby bench. “You should sit for a while”, she said politely to the kind looking old lady.
Just as Emily turned to leave, the lady grasped her arm, she turned with a surprised look. “Do you need help with anything ma’am?”
“Will you sit with me for a while?” She requested. Emily, silent for a moment, decided to stay behind, she hadn’t decided what to do next or where to go so she might as well spend time here.
“I’m so sorry,” I wasn’t watching, I suppose old age is catching up to me. She chuckled, patting Emily’s hands gently. “You saved me.”
“It was nothing,” Emily replied smiling, “anyone could have done the same, I’m just glad I was there.”
The woman’s gaze, meaningfully, lingered on Emily, “You’re a kind soul, my child. What’s your name, dear?”
“I’m Emily,” she replied.
“Margaret, but you can call me Maggie,” the old lady said with a playful wink.
Emily found herself smiling at Maggie’s charming demeanor.
Over at Lucas’s office, he receives a call from one of the personal bodyguards for his grandmother.
Lucas’s gaze narrowed as he answered the phone “Speak,” he ordered
“Well boss...we...we’re...”
“Will you speak or waste my time no further,” his tone impatient and icy.
“Well...boss, we have a bit of a situation.”
“The thing is boss...the...the chairwoman is missing.” Mike hesitated anticipating Lucas’s wrath.
Lucas felt like a bombshell had been dropped on him. His eyes widened and his face turned pale. He shot up from his chair, roaring to the other side of the phone...”WHAT???....”
How did this happen? I pay you to protect her not lose sight of her!!!
Sir, she was home as usual, she sent me on an errand. But by the time I got back she was nowhere to be found.
I’ve been searching for a couple of hours sir, and I thought to inform you, Mike narrated in a somber tone full of regrets. He knew he was definitely in trouble with his boss, but finding the chairwoman was most important.
Lucas growled, “Find her, Now!!!...”
Mike’s response was instant. “Yes sir. Right away, sir.”
There was a beeping tone indicating the call had been disconnected, Mike scurried off in search of the chairwoman.
Lucas slammed his fists on the desk, his mind racing. Where could she have gone? He had dialed her number, but the housekeeper answered the phone, informing him that she didn’t leave with her phone and was yet to return home.
Lucas paced back and forth, frustration etched on his godlike face. He dashed out of his office to the underground parking lot, got into his Mercedes, and zoomed off. Driving aimlessly, unsure where to begin his search.
Meanwhile, Emily on the other hand had spent a delightful hour chatting with Maggie and she seemed to like the carefree grandma, as she called her on Maggie’s request and persuasion.
Maggie didn’t look like it but she was quite chatty for her age, regardless she was able to take Emily’s mind off all of her worries during their little time and Emily was somewhat thankful for it.
“You’re a breath of fresh air, Emily,” Maggie said.
Their time was short lived when they both heard someone call out to the old lady.
Madam chairwoman, Mike called out of breath from running around.
The old lady scrunched up her face in irritation, muttering under her breath. “How did he find me so easily?” She seemed utterly displeased at being caught after running away from home.
Emily watched, amused, as Maggie’s expression transformed from frustration to cunning.
She was definitely tired of being stuck in that mansion all by herself with no one to talk to, Maggie sighed.
“Emily dear,” Maggie said, her eyes sparkling. “I’m so tired of being alone at home. My grandson refused to get married and give me grandchildren to play with.”
Suddenly an idea struck her. “Emily,” she called.
“Yes grandma,” Emily responded, eying the burly-looking young man, Mike, who stood feets away from them.
“Grandma? She called, do you know him? If you don’t I could call the police right away, Emily questioned with concern.
Oh my child, don’t be bothered about him. Would you like to come visit this old grandma sometime?
You see Maggie started, being as dramatic as ever, I live all by myself she said to Emily, if it wouldn’t be so much of a bother, could we spend time together again? I really enjoyed your company, my sweet child, Maggie pleaded.
Emily stared at the lady’s pleading eyes, unsure of what to say. She had only recently signed a fake marriage contract with a billionaire she barely knew, even if she wanted to, Lucas might not let her do as she pleased, she thought to herself.
Emily my child, how about you give me your contact information, and I will reach out to you, Maggie suggested.
Emily couldn’t bear to refuse her and so she exchanged contact information with Maggie despite her reservations.
On the other hand, Mike updated his boss. “We found her Sir.”
Lucas finally breathed a sigh of relief. “Take her home, I'll be there soon.”
Whilst Emily and Margaret bade their farewells, Maggie had a sly smile spread across her face. She liked the young lady Emily, she’s charming, her grandson would adore her too, she thought to herself.
They should definitely meet up, she said out loud, smiling contentedly as she walked away escorted by Mike and a few other bodyguards.
Emily is left to herself, her mind wandering, unaware of the connection.
How shocked she would be when she finds out Lucas is the grandson Margaret spoke about.
Emily left to her own thoughts decided to head back to the hospital. She found herself missing Margaret’s warm presence, maybe it’s cause spending time with her had helped her forget her situation for a while.She got to the ward and didn’t find her mother there, panic set in. She raced to the doctors office.A soft knock on the door from Emily and she heard Doctor Maxwell’s voice. “Come in”.She turned the door knob slowly and stepped in, trying to calm her frazzled nerves, she swallows hard, “Uhmm...Doctor? My mother, I....I came and she wasn’t there, did something happen?”“Oh Emily,” he said. Don’t fret, “Your mother’s doing well, she has been transferred to a VIP room and all the medical bills have been cleared, didn’t you know this?”Emily’s stunned silence betrayed her confusion. Lucas’s involvement was unmistakable, it had to be him, she thought. Memories of the contract she had signed without reading flashed in her mind.She wasn’t in the mood to worry about that anyway. Her
Back in Margaret’s mansion, safely escorted home by Mike, she replayed her time with Emily over and over again, and each time she smiled from ear to ear.Lucas drove to the front of the gate, and it opened almost immediately, recognizing his car. He chided himself for taking care of the health and safety of his grandmother; she had always been his greatest support.He pulled up front and parked, impatient to reach the garage. “Joey,” Lucas called to the mansion’s butler.“Yes, sir?” Joey replied.“Where’s she?” he asked.“You mean the chairwoman? She’s in her room sir,” Joey responded.Lucas sprinted to her room. “Grandmother?” he called.“Come in, Lucas,” she responded in a I’m-not-so-pleased-to-see-you tone.He stepped into the room and met his grandmother’s sulking expression; he couldn’t help but smile, anticipating her usual tantrums to evade being scolded for wandering off without anyone’s knowledge.“My sweet grandma,” Lucas coaxed. Only around her did he show his vulnerability
Emily stepped out of the hospital, her emotions in turmoil. Her mum had finally fallen asleep after several attempts to send her home. She kept reminding Emily to tell her father that the surgery was a success and he could come see her now.Emily’s heart felt heavy, Her mother hadn’t completely recovered. It’ll be painful to tell her that the same man she happily spoke about had kicked her daughter out of the house and had not shown any concern when she was on the verge of losing her life.Emily sighed in exasperation, she wouldn’t do that, she would rather Mum remained in oblivion.Emily found herself dialing the same number that had texted her with instructions earlier. She wasn’t ready for what was to come but what choice did she have?She sighed resigning to her faith. “Hello?” she whispered.“Good day Mrs. Cole,” the person she presumed to be Lucas’s assistant readily responded.She was tongue-tied for a moment there. Mrs Cole? Had she heard correctly, she thought.“Mrs Cole?” L
As Emily drifted to sleep, her mind wandered. What had she gotten herself into? A fake marriage, a luxurious mansion, life with a strange billionaire. Thoughts of her mother’s condition and her father’s rejection lingered, causing a bitter feeling to settle in the pit of her stomach.Was this really her only escape? the only choice she could’ve made? Emily’s anxiety resurfaced. What did Lucas expect from her? And of all the people he could’ve gone for as a billionaire he chose her? Emily questioned no one in particular. She was supposed to play the perfect wife, but would she be able to keep up the charade? As she slipped into a restless sleep, Emily’s dreams began to unfold. Images of; her mother’s warm smile, her father’s distant figure, the look of disgust he had on his face when he hit her to protect his perfect daughter, Sylvia. Lucas navigated the winding driveway, the mansion's grandeur unfolding before him. He pulled up to the entrance, where his valet, Spencer, waited.
This way…please, Lucas gestured. Emily followed Lucas into the dining room maintaining a slight distance between them.As they entered the dining room, Emily gasped. The polished mahogany tables and creamy white walls had intricate moldings that created an air of elegance. The floor-to-ceiling window gave a perfect view of the mansion's swimming pool, its serene waters mesmerizing. Emily’s gaze went up to the stunning crystal chandelier that hung from the ceiling, right above the table. The table was set with fine china, silverware, and a breathtaking floral arrangement. “Beautiful,” Emily thought out loud. Lucas’s lips curved upward, unknowingly, “Janet’s touch.”Staring at Emily from behind, he found her hair was still damp from the shower, and her legs slender from his shirt, what a perfect view, he thought.Emily suddenly turns abruptly, catching him staring at her, she felt a blush creep in and a sense of unease. Her brow raised as a means to question Lucas. “I’m sorry, let
Emily had slept in, having spent most of the night lost in thoughts. She woke up groggily, unwilling to get up, knowing the challenge that awaited her today. A knock on her door broke the silence.“Yes, who’s there?” Emily asked her voice husky from sleep.It’s grace, ma’am. The respondent replied.Grace? Emily whispered wondering who the person was.“I’m one of the servants ma’am, Miss Janet said to tell you breakfast is ready,” Grace explained. “Would you like it brought to your room or will you be coming down?”Emily rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “I’ll be down shortly.”“Okay ma’am,” grace said before retreating.Emily got out of bed, had her bath and wrapped herself in a towel. She wondered if Lucas had forgotten about her clothes.Just then, another knock interrupted her thoughts.“It’s Janet ma’am.” “Come in” Emily said staring at the door.Janet entered with a warm smile carrying a garment bag. “Here’s your dress, Sir Lucas arranged for these to be sent to you.”“Thanks Jane
Lucas sat at his Colecrest company in a daze. He’d been working on a contract, trying to read the terms of the contract before signing but somehow he couldn’t seem to focus.Thoughts of Emily clouded his mind, alongside the charade that had to go on at his grandmother’s house. He rose from his chair, standing at the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at nothing in particular, his eyes unfocused. Then he dialed Leo’s number.“Yes, sir?” Leo answered after one ring.“Get Jason to go over and prepare Emily for tonight’s dinner, you know grandma’s expectations, explain that to him and make it work,” Lucas instructed.“Noted sir,” Leo replied.Lucas returned to his table, his focus back on the documents he’d been working on. A knock interrupted him.Lucas responded in a cold tone, “Come in.”Sophia, his secretary, stepped in, dressed in a professional attire with a little hint of allure. Her full breasts almost popped out of the tight-fitted shirt she was wearing. Sophia’s gaze locked onto
Margaret’s mansion glows with warmth, the ambiance of the evening sophisticated yet inviting. The large dining room is set for three, the table adorned with silverware and fine china. Margaret Cole, a graceful woman in her eighties with sharp, discerning eyes, sits at the head of the table. Tonight, she’s expecting to finally have a proper dinner with her grandson and his new wife.Lucas pulls into the driveway with Emily sitting beside him, fidgeting nervously. Never in a million years did she expect that the woman she saved would turn out to be Lucas’s grandmother.As they stepped out of the car, Lucas glanced at Emily. “You ready?”Emily’s throat tightened. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”They walked to the grand entrance together, side by side. The door opened, revealing Margaret’s trusted butler, Joey, who guided them inside.Joey with a small bow “Welcome, Mr. Cole. Mrs. Cole, please follow me to the dining room.”As they entered the elegant room, Emily’s breath caught in her throa
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Lucas's mansion, casting a warm glow over the opulent decor. Emily stirred in her bed, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness as she prepared for her first day back at fashion school. She had agreed to have bodyguards accompany her to and from school, a precaution that Lucas had insisted on after the recent threats from Lara.Meanwhile, Lucas was already up and getting ready for work. He had insisted on driving Emily to school himself, despite her protests that she could take a car service or have one of the bodyguards drive her. He wanted to make sure she was safe, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been building up inside him even after Lara's arrest.As Emily came downstairs, Lucas was waiting for her in the foyer, looking handsome and imposing in his tailored suit. He smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and Emily felt her heart skip a beat."Ready to go?" he asked, gesturing with his h
Lucas sat behind his massive oak desk, his attention fixed on the stack of reports Leo had compiled about Lara’s suspicious activities. Each piece of evidence pointed closer to her involvement, but nothing was solid enough to confront the authorities. It frustrated him to no end. The intercom on his desk buzzed. “Mr. Cole,” his assistant’s voice came through, hesitant. “Mrs. Lara Jones is here to see you.” Lucas’s jaw tightened. “Send her in.” The doors to his office swung open, and in walked Lara, her every step calculated, her red dress clinging to her figure like a second skin. She carried herself with the confidence of someone who believed she still had power over him. “Lucas,” she purred, her voice dripping with faux innocence as she closed the door behind her. “You look as handsome as ever.” He didn’t rise to greet her. Instead, his piercing gaze stayed locked on her, cold and unyielding. “What do you want, Lara?” She moved closer, leaning on the edge of his desk, he
The tension in the air was palpable as Lucas sat at the head of the dining table that evening, his mind preoccupied with Leo's revelation about Lara. He had always known she was manipulative, but if she was involved in Emily's poisoning, she had crossed a line he could never forgive. Emily sat opposite him, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on the edge of her glass. She could sense Lucas’s distraction, his usual warmth replaced by a cold, distant aura. Though she wanted to ask what was bothering him, she hesitated. He had always been guarded about certain aspects of his life, and tonight seemed no different. “Lucas,” she finally said, her voice soft but steady. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet all evening.” His gaze snapped to hers, softening immediately. “I’m fine, Emily,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction. “Just work.” Emily frowned but didn’t press further. She knew Lucas well enough to understand when he didn’t want to talk. Still, the growing wall between th
At a luxurious mansion in the heart of the city, Lara Smith, a stunning young woman with long, curly brown hair and piercing green eyes, sat on a plush velvet couch, staring intently at a photo in her hand. Her flawless olive skin seemed to glow in the soft light of the room, and her full lips were pursed in a mixture of anger and jealousy. She was dressed in an elegant white gown that accentuated her slender figure, and her delicate fingers were adorned with sparkling diamonds.As she gazed at the photo, her eyes narrowed, and a glint of resentment flashed in their depths. The woman in the photo was Emily, and Lara couldn't help but feel inferior to her breathtaking beauty. Emily's skin was radiant with a subtle sheen that seemed almost otherworldly. Her face was a perfect oval, with high cheekbones and a small, pointed button nose. Her eyes were a deep, shining black, fringed with thick lashes that seemed to sparkle with innocence.Lara's gaze lingered on Emily's face, and she fe
As the days passed, Emily settled into a comfortable routine at the mansion, somewhere she now comfortably called home. She spent her mornings resting and reading, while Lucas worked from home or attended to his business obligations. Janet Ma continued to spoil her with delicious meals, saying she was too thin and needed to eat more to look stronger.Grandma Margaret on the other hand visited regularly, sharing stories and laughter. Their relationship was growing stronger each day and Emily found herself getting attached to Lucas’s grandmother’s company that she worried what would happen if she and Lucas were no longer together.Despite the warmth and comfort of her surroundings, Emily couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty about her future. She knew that her contract with Lucas was temporary, it was already coming to an end and the thought of leaving him and his family was becoming increasingly difficult to bear.She would watch Lucas smile at her each day, his gaze soft, his
The days after Emily’s release from the ICU passed in a delicate balance of healing and avoidance. Lucas rarely left her side, taking his laptop and work calls in her hospital room while she rested. He ensured her meals were delivered on time, adjusted her pillows when she seemed uncomfortable, and held her hand whenever her gaze seemed distant. But between the shared silences and fleeting smiles, there was a weight neither dared to fully address—the contract, and the looming end of their arrangement. One evening, as the hospital lights dimmed and the quiet hum of machines filled the room, Emily broke the silence. "Lucas," she said softly, her voice tinged with hesitation. He looked up from his laptop, setting it aside immediately. "What is it?" She took a deep breath, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of the blanket. "I’ve been thinking... about what happens after I leave here." Lucas’s jaw tightened imperceptibly, but he kept his expression neutral. "You’ll go home,
CHAPTER 47 The phone call he had received earlier echoed in his thoughts: “Lucas Cole, you’ll never win.”The voice had been distorted, impossible to trace, but the words clung to him like a shadow. He shook his head, forcing himself to focus. This wasn’t the time to let his mind spiral. Emily needed him, and he had a business to run. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, the call lingered. Was it connected to Lara? To Jane? To someone else entirely? He shook his head and exhaled sharply. He couldn’t let this phone call consume him. Emily needed him now, and so did his business. With Jane in custody and Leo hunting Lara down, there was no room for distractions. He slipped his phone into his pocket, forcing his mind back to the present. For the next few hours, Lucas busied himself with work. He made calls to ensure his companies were running smoothly despite his absence. But even while immersed in reports and meetings, his mind kept wandering back to Emily. Finally, the wait was
Lucas's eyes locked onto the apartment complex, his mind racing with determination. He was going to find Jane Thompson, the fake nurse, and get to the bottom of this.He quickly made his way to the complex, his heart pounding with anticipation. As he arrived at the door, he could feel his adrenaline surging.He turned the door knob but obviously it was locked from the inside. He knocked on the door, his voice firm. "Jane Thompson, I know you're in there. Open up."There was no response. Lucas's eyes narrowed. He knew she was in there.Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps, followed by the slamming of a door. Lucas's heart sank. She was escaping. He kicked the door with his foot sending it sprawling to the ground, hastily making his way into the apartment but as expected, Jane was nowhere to be found.He quickly ran around to the back of the building, but by the time he got there, Jane was far gone.Leo’s phone buzzed with an incoming call from Lucas. "Jane has escaped, I think she
Lucas's eyes never left Emily's pale face as he waited for her to stir again. The hospital room was quiet, the only sound was the steady beeping of the machines monitoring Emily's vitals.As the hours ticked by, Lucas's anxiety grew. He couldn't shake the feeling that time was running out, that Emily's life was slipping away from him.Just as he was starting to lose hope, Emily's eyelids fluttered open. Lucas's heart leapt with joy as he leaned forward, taking her hand in his."Emily?" he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "Can you hear me?"Emily's gaze was unfocused, but she nodded slightly, her lips parting in a faint smile.Lucas's eyes welled up with tears as he squeezed her hand. "I'm here, Emily," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."As Emily's eyes drifted shut again, Lucas felt a sense of relief wash over him. She was going to be okay. She had to be.But as he sat back in his chair, his mind began to wander. Who had done this to Emily? And why?He knew that he ha