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
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