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 mother’s health was all that mattered, mum was fine so any sacrifice she had made was definitely going to be worth it.
“Sorry Doctor,” Emily apologized. “It escaped my mind for a moment there,” she said chuckling nervously.
“What’s the room number, please?” She asked feeling awkward that she was completely unaware of her mother’s room being upgraded, to a personal VIP ward at that.
“10th floor, VIP room 4,” Dr. Maxwell smiled warmly, his eyes tinged with pity, hinting at Emily’s oblivion of what was to come.
As Emily reached the 10th floor, luxurious surroundings and elite security caught her off guard. Outside VIP room 4, a suited guard blocked her path.
"Who are you?" Emily asked.
"Mr. Lucas's personal security. You must be Emily," he replied, stepping aside.
Emily's heart skipped a beat. What had she gotten herself into?
She stared at the man. Whose eyes where covered with shades. “What’s with the shades inside a hospital anyways”, she muttered under her breath, as she stepped in.
She scanned the room, her attention finally shifting to her mother’s pale-looking face. She felt her heart twist in pain, “She doesn't deserve all this,” Emily said, tears welling up her eyes.
She sat beside her mother's bed, holding her mother's hand that seemed unusually cold. The heart monitor beeped steadily, reassuring Emily.
"Mum...Emily whispered, please get well soon. I miss you. You have to be strong for me, for us" Emily pleaded, her voice cracking.
Minutes passed and Emily’s mother Lily remained unresponsive. Emily rummaged through her bag, finding her phone. She had put it off earlier, not wanting to speak to anyone especially her best friend Kayla.
Turning it on, Emily was bombarded with missed calls and messages from Kayla, surprisingly she came across a text from an unknown number, it caught her attention.
Emily stared blankly at the phone, trying to decide what to do next. Could she call her best friend? And what would she say to her?
That she had gone ahead with the strip performance and was suddenly pulled out by a multi billionaire, who suddenly offers to pay her mother's medical bills and she had even successfully signed a fake marriage contract of over a year and she was yet to know the terms of the very contract.
Could she really say all of that, she thought to herself, how would Kayla react to all of this.
She went ahead to open the message from the unknown person and the contents were:
It’s me Leo, CEO Lucas’s personal assistant.
"You shouldn't mention this contract to anybody, including your best friend. When you're ready, call me, I'll come pick you up and take you home. This is the CEO's order.”
Emily’s mind reeled. Could she still confide in her best friend. Should she reveal the shocking turn of events and how things had progressed to this?
The contracts secrecy clause, that she only just became aware of weighed heavily on her. What would Kayla think if she found out eventually?
Suddenly, Lily stirred, her eyes fluttering open slowly, trying to adjust to the lights.
“Emily?” Lily whispered, her voice weak and barely audible.
Emily’s heart swelled with emotion. “Mum! You’re awake!”
Lily’s gaze drifted away from Emily, scanning the unfamiliar room.
“Em?” She called.
“I’m here, mother. I’ll get the doctor,” Emily replied rushing off, excitement and relief evident on her face.
Dr. Maxwell did a few checks and reassured Emily that her mother was doing fine…for now. She had missed the last part of his sentence.
“Thank you so much, Doctor”. Emily said.
Lily’s curious gaze locked onto Emily. Emily, what’s going on? Where am I?
Emily looked at her mother, she knew fully well what her mum was going to ask her, but she wasn’t sure she could properly explain all of it.
“Emily?” Her mother called.
“It’s fine, mum. We’ll talk about all of this later. Your fine now, and that’s all that matters.” I’m so happy mother, so happy you remained strong for me,” Emily finished, tears flowing freely.
Lily’s worried expression deepened. “My child, why are you crying?”
Don’t mind me Mum, these are definitely tears of joy, she said smiling through the tears.
I’m so sorry for putting you through all of this, Emily. Lily whispered, a tear escaping her eyes rolling onto the pillow.
Emily’s voice filled with emotion. “It’s not your fault, Mum. Just focus on getting better, then I’ll be very happy. That’s really all I want.”
Lily’s fragile hand reached for Emily’s. Her gaze lingering on her daughter’s face. “I know something’s bothering you, Em. Tell me.”
Emily’s hesitation was evident. The tension in her body language was obvious.
Mum, please focus on recovering. We’ll talk about everything much later,” Emily said evading the question.
Lily’s eyes narrowed. “Emily, I can see it in your eyes. You’re hiding something. I can tell, you know... I’m your mother, Em.”
Emily’s thoughts raced.
How could she possibly tell her mother about the contract, what would she say?
Well Mum, “I’m married now, but guess what? It’s fake!!”
Emily couldn’t reveal the truth - that she had signed a marriage contract with a stranger she didn’t know because he had promised to cover the hospital’s expenses, which he apparently did. She didn’t want to add to her mother’s guilt.
“Mum already feels responsible for my problems,” Emily thought. “If she learns that I may have likely put my happiness on the line for her, it’ll break her”
Lily’s hand grasped Emily’s. “I want to know, Em. What’s going on”.
Emily’s resolve remained firm. “Trust me, Mother. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” She said.
Lily’s gaze lingered on her daughter, then she sighed in defeat.
She knew Emily wouldn’t open up if she wasn’t ready to.
“I wouldn’t burden her further,” Lily thought.
So she resolved to waiting, she’d wait until Emily was ready to talk to her.
“Emily darling, no matter what’s going on with you, I want you to know that I’ll always be here for you.” Lily said, her voice gentle and reassuring.
“Thank you, Mum.” Emily said swallowing back the tears that threatened to fall.
Lily’s arms weakly enveloped her daughter in a warm hug.
“You’re not alone, sweetie. We’ll face whatever it is together.”
Emily’s resolve crumbled. She buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, tears streaming down.
As they held each other, Lily whispered. “Em, whenever you’re ready I’ll listen.”
Emily pulled back, her eyes watery. “I love you, Mum.”
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 next morning, Emily woke up feeling particularly refreshed. She prepared a bath for herself, spending minutes in the bathtub savoring the serene moment. Afterward, she stepped into the walk-in closet and could not bring herself to pick an outfit for the day from the hundreds of clothes she was staring at.Minutes passed, and Emily opted for a simpler approach, she picked up her personal suitcase and rummaged through, settling for a knee-length romper, its comfort, and familiarity appealing. She also put her hair up in a loose ponytail.“It’s time for Janet Ma’s sumptuous breakfast,” she hummed in a sing-song tone whilst heading to the dining area. “Good morning, Janet Ma!” Emily greeted in a lively tone.Janet stared wide-eyed, amazement written all over her face, “Morning, Emily!”Emily chuckled at Janet’s reaction, noticing her stunned expression. “Is breakfast ready? Janet ma, or would you need me to assist you with anything?” Emily inquired, picking up an apron.“You don’t h
At the Vincent mediaMr. Vincent sat at his desk, his eyes scanning the financial reports in front of him. He had been investigating the insider finance embezzlement in his media company for weeks, and he was determined to find out who was behind it. Ryan, his trusted assistant, stood beside him, pointing out discrepancies in the accounts."I don't understand how this is happening, Ryan," Mr. Vincent said, his voice tight with frustration. "We have some of the best security measures in place, and yet someone is still managing to siphon off millions of dollars."Ryan nodded sympathetically. "I know, sir. But we're getting close to finding out who it is. I've been going over the transactions, and I think I've found a pattern."Just then, the door to Mr. Vincent's office opened, and his wife, Monica, walked in. She was stunning, with long blonde hair and a bright smile. But Mr. Vincent wasn't fooled. He knew that Monica had been acting strangely lately, and he was starting to suspect tha
As Lucas walked away, Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the complexity of their relationship. She had never felt this way about anyone before, and she wasn't sure how to process her emotions. She knew that Lucas was still haunted by his past, and that he struggled with his own demons. But she also knew that he cared for her deeply, and that he would do anything to protect her.As she got ready for bed, Emily couldn't shake off the feeling that something was about to change. She felt a sense of anticipation building up inside her, a sense that the next few days would bring about a turning point in their relationship.The next morning, Emily woke up feeling refreshed and renewed. She got dressed and headed downstairs, where she found Lucas already seated in the dining room, Janet was already making breakfast. He smiled at her as she entered, and Emily felt her heart skip a beat."Good morning," he said, his voice low and husky.“Good morning,” she responded with a gentle
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