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
Emily sat at her study desk, lost in thought. Despite having her life under control, a nagging feeling persisted. She couldn't quite put her finger on what was missing. Frustrated and exhausted, she dropped onto her bed, sighing deeply.Just as sleep beckoned, her phone beeped with an incoming message. "Hey, Em! I hope you're doing okay." Emily's gaze drifted to the screen, not so interested until she saw the sender's name: Kayla.She shot up from the bed, screaming, "OH MY GOD, KAYLA!!!" Grabbing her phone, she dialed Kayla's number. After several rings, the call connected.Emily felt a surge of guilt. She had neglected her best friend for far too long. Her voice softened as she whispered, "Hey, Kayla...""How are you, Emily?" Kayla's voice carried a hint of hurt, despite her attempts to hide it.Emily's words caught in her throat. She had no idea where to begin. "I'm so sorry, Kayla. Really, I am." The line hung with uncomfortable silence.Kayla's response came slowly, "It's been su
The campus of Lumina Arts and Fashion was a hive of creativity, filled with students rushing around with fabric swatches, sketchbooks, and mannequins. Emily adjusted her bag strap as she stepped into the main building, marveling at the energy in the air. It was worlds apart from the chaos of her past life. Here, she felt a spark of hope, an opportunity to redefine herself. She entered her fashion illustration class, choosing a seat near the back. A girl with dark curls and warm brown eyes slid into the seat beside her, offering a friendly smile. “Hi, I’m Kathrine,” she said, extending her hand. Emily smiled back and shook it. “Hi, I’m Emily. Nice to meet you.” The two quickly fell into an easy rhythm. Katherine's bubbly nature helped ease Emily’s nerves, and by the end of class, they were chatting about their shared interest in sustainable fashion. During a break, Katherine leaned closer, her voice dropping. “So, Emily, you’re new here, right? What’s your story?” Emily he
Joel's eyes lingered on the door, his mind swirling with doubts. Could she be right? Was someone close to him betraying him? He shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand.The next morning, Lucas received an update on Vincent Media's financial status. The embezzlement allegations had sparked a frenzy among investors, and Joel's company was on the brink of collapse."Sir, it's getting ugly," his assistant, Leo reported. "Vincent Media's stock has plummeted, and there are rumors of a takeover."Lucas's expression turned thoughtful. This could be the opportunity he had been waiting for. He had watched how Emily was treated in that family and had vowed to return the favor, without Emily’s knowledge of course."Prepare a team to review Vincent Media's financials," Lucas instructed. "I want to know exactly what's going on and who is responsible.”Meanwhile, Emily's mother was making steady progress in her recovery. That evening, Emily finally got the call she had been waiting for. Emil
Emily couldn’t sleep after hearing the news. Her mother was awake. It was a miracle she had barely dared to hope for, and now, it was her reality. Every few minutes, she found herself looking at her phone, as if the call had been a dream. She would wait for that video call, but she already felt lighter, as if a weight she’d carried for years was finally lifting.Lucas noticed her restless energy as he came home that night. He set down his briefcase, watching her pace by the window, her eyes distant.“Emily?” he called softly, and she turned to him, her face alight with emotion.“Lucas… my mom’s awake,” she whispered, her voice trembling with joy.A smile spread across his face as he walked over, pulling her into a tight embrace. “Emily, that’s incredible news. She’s really okay?”“She’s recovering. Dr. Maxwell said she’s still weak, but… she’s awake.” Tears brimmed in her eyes, and Lucas gently brushed them away.“Then we’ll go see her as soon as she’s ready. I’ll arrange everything,”
At Vincent’s media company Vincent sat in his office his eyes scanning documents, he was rarely at the office and had a lot to approve, especially after signing a new business deal.Ryan, Joel’s trusted assistant and the company’s finance officer knocked on the office door, his expression grim."Sir, there’s something you must know about"Joel looked up from his computer, his eyes searching Ryan’s worried face."What's wrong, Ryan?"Ryan hesitated. "I've noticed some unexplained financial activities. Transactions that don't add up, payments to unknown vendors... I think we might be having a serious problem."Joel's expression turned serious. “How’s that possible? And why am I only hearing about this now?” He bellowed, his tone laced with undeniable anger."Get the board together. We’re having a meeting. Now!”The conference room filled with worried faces. Joel Vincent, stood at the head of the table, pacing to and fro every now and then."Gentlemen, ladies, It has been brought to my
Emily couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this nervous. Standing in the middle of campus, surrounded by students hurrying between buildings, she clutched her new books against her chest, inhaling deeply. The familiar scent of paper and ink filled the air, mingling with the crisp autumn breeze. She’d dreamed about this moment for so long, but now that she was finally here, it felt surreal.Her phone buzzed in her bag, and she fished it out to find a message from Lucas:“How’s it going, college girl?” She smiled, feeling her nerves ease a bit as she typed a reply. “Overwhelming, but good. Thanks to you, Mr. Cole.”“I’m proud of you, and I’ll see you later. You’ve got this.” He messaged back.Slipping her phone back into her bag, Emily took a steadying breath. She knew she still had a lot to learn, not just academically but about how to fit into this new world. But she reminded herself she had fought for this opportunity, and now it was hers.Back at Colecrest, Lucas prepared h
Emily's thoughts swirled as she lay in bed, Lucas's words echoing in her mind. College? Could she really do it? The excitement of possibility warred with doubts and fears.The next morning, Emily found Lucas in the study, sipping coffee and scanning documents. "Hey," he said, looking up."Hey," Emily replied, sitting beside him. "I've been thinking... about college."Lucas lifted his face. "And?""I want to do it," Emily said, her voice firm. "But I’m not sure, I’m scared. I don't want to fail."Lucas set his coffee down. "You won't fail, Emily. You're talented and smart. I'll support you every step of the way, I promise."Emily's heart swelled. "Thank you, Lucas. That means a whole lot."“Is there any specific one in mind?” Lucas asked her.“No, not exactly. I’ll just make some research.” Emily responded, thoughtful.Lucas nodded, his eyes gentle. “I’ll be here if you need anything.”Emily returned to her room, researching prestigious fashion design schools, exploring her options and
The faint morning light seeped into the mansion, casting a cool glow through the large windows. Emily sat at the breakfast table, her eyes fixed on her phone as she scrolled through messages. She hadn’t heard back from Lucas since last night, and his absence felt like an ache she couldn’t quite ignore. Though she understood his dedication to his work, she longed for a moment to talk to him, to share her thoughts and plans.A soft knock pulled her from her thoughts, and Janet entered, setting down a freshly brewed pot of coffee. “Good morning, Mrs. Cole,” Janet greeted with a gentle smile.Emily returned the smile, grateful for the familiar comfort of Janet’s presence. “Good morning, Janet Ma.”“Did Mr. Lucas return late last night?” Janet asked, a touch of concern in her voice.Emily shook her head. “I don’t think he came home at all. He must have stayed at the office.”Janet’s brow furrowed. “He’s been putting in such long hours lately. This transition has been tough on him, especial
The Landry ResidenceThe night lights cast long shadows across the opulent living room as the Landry family returned home after the tense dinner meeting with Grandma Margaret.Claire slammed the door shut, her face twisted in anger. "That your mother, she has lost her mind. Handing everything to Lucas?"Landry's eyes blazed with resentment as he poured himself a whiskey. "She's always favored him, Claire. But this is a betrayal, I’m clearly the one who inherits the company yet she handed the business over to her grandson?"Claire paced across the opulent living room, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Landry sat on the couch, his expression nothing close to calm, his eyes burning with resentment."How could she do this to us?" Claire demanded, her voice laced with frustration. "Handing the entire empire to Lucas, without even considering our family's interests?"Landry's gaze never wavered. "It's not just about us, Claire. It's about the company's future. She believes Lucas is th