Brandon Henderson's Narrative. Coming to Malmö was a decision that took me one month to make because of Emma. It had taken her a whole year to suppress her feelings for me, but for me, my unwavering love for her grew stronger with each passing day.I was aware that my arrival would only complicate matters for both of us, especially for me. But Anthony Coleman, Emma's grandfather, was not someone I could simply invite to my civil marriage with a casual phone call. He had raised me as his own and protected me from my enemies. Our bond was stronger than that of a typical father and son.I desperately wished Emma knew the depth of my love for her. However, I couldn't confess my feelings because she was just a teenager, and she is also my goddaughter. It was against my principles to develop romantic feelings for Emma, but love has a way of moving people's hearts in an unexpected direction. Enduring two whole years without seeing Emma's face was the darkest period of my life. But the m
Regrettably, I couldn't reciprocate the passion. Gradually, she moved downwards, freeing my manhood from the snug briefs I wore, and started pleasuring the tip with her mouth. Despite her efforts to put me in the mood, none of her actions were able to stimulate an erection in me.After several minutes of pleasuring my manhood, Rachel let out a sigh and turned away, walking towards the bed. I reached out and gripped her hand, attempting to stop her, but she angrily swung her hand out of my grip. Angrily, she climbed onto the bed and faced the window. I quickly put on my snug briefs, joined her on the bed, and knelt between her legs. Rachel spread her legs wide apart, waiting for my action but I couldn't do anything. "Rachel, I'm sorry," I murmured softly, and she sniffled and looked away. "Please just give me a little more time.""Bran, you've been saying that for the past two years! I am the most beautiful girl in the universe! Men are desperate to catch a glimpse of even my thigh!
Emma Coleman "Nana?" I called out when I recognized the figure standing at the entryway. "Brandon brought this to my room tonight. He wants me to give it to you after he leaves, but I think you need to see it and thank him or discuss it with him before he leaves," Marbella, my grandmother, said with a teary tone as she walked slowly towards my bed. She dropped the mysterious box on my bed, wiped her tears with the back of her palm, turned, and left the room. Her reaction made me hesitate to open the box. I had cried enough already, and I did not want anything that would make me shed more tears. As I continued staring at the box Marbella placed on my bed wondering what was inside that made Marbella shed tears, I heard a loud kick on my door, and it swung open violently, hitting the wall with a loud noise. My heart skipped a beat. "You shameless bîtch!" a woman's voice pierced the silence. Rachel stood in the middle of the room, her arms folded across her chest, her legs trem
A flash of lightning illuminated the room, followed by a distant rumble of thunder. The wind picked up, carrying with it some nostalgic feelings. I moved away from the window as the rain began to fall. I climbed the bed and buried my body under the duvet. My gaze remained fixed on the window sill, observing the raindrops relentlessly pelting against it.As the rain continued to pour, it seemed to soften the earth and stir up the remaining long-buried feelings I had for Brandon that I had managed to push aside. Tears welled up in my eyes as I recalled Rachel's threat and how defeated her words made me feel. Suddenly, my phone chimed, indicating a new message from my Watsapp. The voice note began to play and Brandon's voice filled the room. Brandon blocked my number when he left Malmö two years ago. I couldn't believe he just unblocked my number. "Jewel, are you still awake? I need to ask, did Rachel hit you? Please reply if you're awake," Brandon said. There was a faint tremor in h
Silence enveloped the car. The soft purr of the engine and my heart that continued pounding in my chest were the only sound within my car. Brandon squeezed my palm again before talking."Jewel, come let's eat together like old times," Brandon murmured."No," I shook my head. My eyes filled with unshed tears as I stared out through the window, controlling the urge to throw myself on Brandon's broad chest, bask in the warmth of his embrace and beg him to take me with him as I couldn't stand the cold reality of his departure this time. The eerie silence in the car and the powerful androsterone emanating from Brandon made me desire him more than ever."Bran… please, go. Rachel is waiting for you," I murmured. But no words came from Brandon. He continued to gently squeeze my palm. I turned my head to look at him and was taken aback by the expression in his eyes. Beyond Brandon's stoic facade was unspoken pain, alive and glowing in his eyes as he stared at me. Our eyes locked and I studie
As the car exited the courtyard and entered the bustling road, tears continued to flow down my cheeks. Nevertheless, I bravely gazed out of the window.The car pulled up in front of a skyscraper, the e-learning headquarters I had acquired with the money Brandon had transferred into my account two years ago before he left. That money was his life savings; he had saved it when he was just a school teacher. I decided to utilize the money wisely and make Brandon proud.I stepped out of the car with a cold demeanor and headed towards the elevator. I noticed about fifteen military men standing in front of the skyscraper, but I didn't pay much attention to them. Just as the elevator doors opened, my phone beeped. I quickly checked and found an email from my bank."Dear valued customer,Your Astral Bank International account has been temporarily frozen at the request of Samuel Coleman. Rest assured, your funds are secure. We apologize for any inconvenience and appreciate your understanding.
Growing up as a child in Malmö during those days, Brandon truly made my childhood memorable. Little did I know that there would come a point in my life where nothing would bring me joy anymore. The most painful part was that I couldn't see any hope of finding happiness or being with Brandon. Even if I managed to overcome the two main obstacles - my father and Rachel, I wondered how I could conquer Kaiden, the most dangerous and ruthless man in all of Sweden, to whom I was pledged at the tender age of twelve. Throughout the day, Willow, my loyal Irish wolfhound, and I sat in the garden. My heart was heavy with sadness, and I didn't know how to reach Brandon and find out what had happened. Willow kept trying to cheer me up, but all her efforts proved futile. I took a paper out of my bag and began drafting a note. "Something happened at Zenith Incorporation Towers today. Please find out what it is. Also, check if Brandon has arrived safely home and send me a message through Willow,
A few minutes later, the door to my room swung open, and Vera walked in, scanning the room with a puzzled expression."What is it, Vera?" "Did Kaiden install CCTV in your room too?" Vera inquired.I ignored her question, took the garbage bag from her, and began to pack my clothes inside. Vera sat on the edge of the bed, her expression filled with surprise."Are you actually going to throw away those clothes?" Vera questioned."No, we're leaving for Stockholm tonight!" I exclaimed."Jumping Jehoshaphat!" Vera exclaimed, quickly getting up from the bed. "You and who?" she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief."You and me," I replied casually."Emma, no! Kaiden would set us abla…" Vera's voice trailed off when I stared at her. "We are leaving and that's final!" Vera stood immobilized in the middle of the room, staring at me. If fear could take on a physical form, it would embody Vera. "Vera, I need to make a phone call and I need your phone.""Kaiden confiscated our phones. But I fig
Emma's NarrativeIt had been fourteen days since Brandon sent me off to join Eleanor and Julian. I hadn't laid eyes on him and he hadn't called or answered any of my calls. The fourteen days felt like years.At 6 pm, I was in my room with my friends, admiring the dress Brandon had sent me for my birthday. "You look gorgeous," Vera said. I had found Vera at Susan's house last week, and we had reunited again."Thank you, Vera," I murmured sadly."What's wrong?" Vera asked."Why do I feel like Brandon is going to miss this party?" I asked."How could he miss it when he organized everything?" Vera and Gabrielle said almost in unison. I looked outside, but there was no sign of Brandon, and the party was about to start in the next five minutes.Suddenly, my phone rang, breaking the silence in the bedroom. I quickly picked up my phone, hoping it was Brandon calling. Disappointment washed over me when I saw who was calling."Who's on the line?" Jennifer asked."My mom," I responded as I answe
It has been fourteen days since my silent war against my enemies began. I needed to hurry up because Emma's birthday was coming up on Saturday. I must say the fourteen days were the most lonely days of my life. I couldn't wait to bring my family back home again. I took off my jacket as soon as I entered my office. I had just visited the secret camp Emma had told me about after carefully strategizing how to enter it. Finally, I managed to enter in the early hours, and the visit was quite newsworthy."Dr. Harry, I apologize for keeping you waiting," I said to the doctor who had been waiting for me since 3 p.m.. "What have you found out?" I asked as I sat down in my chair."Brandon, I have reviewed Rachel Winterberg's medical records, and there is no evidence of her undergoing any nephrology procedures. She is not listed as a kidney donor.""Are you sure? I mean, I distinctly remember her being my donor when I needed that kidney transplant," I said."Sir, I understand your concerns. How
Brandon's Narrative"Your body shut down three kidneys until my sister entered the picture. She saved your life, and my family won't hesitate to end your life if you don't validate your marriage with her," Jonah's words continued to echo in my head, robbing me of my appetite. "What must I do to ensure that no one ever reminds me of this?" I kept asking myself, but nothing came to mind. Even though Rachel saved my life, it didn't suppress the intense revenge that was growing in my mind. She had bitten off more than she could chew this time. "What are you planning to do about this complicated situation?" Richard asked, clearly confused as well."Nothing," I mumbled, trying to conceal my plans. "If news of everything gets out, including the fact that you got your friend's daughter pregnant and hid her in your house for nine months, passing off her baby as Rachel, and then secretly marrying your friend's daughter and pushing Rachel who saves your life aside, I'm not sure anyone would e
As I continued to stare at the men who had just walked boldly into the office, each dressed in sleek, black suits with discreet earpieces, projecting an air of professionalism, my heart skipped a beat. But when I felt Brandon's palm on mine, I took a deep breath and relaxed.As the men sat down, one of the men who had entered last stood behind the first person who walked boldly into the office. His intense gaze was too loud to ignore. "Ms. Coleman," one of the security agents said with an unsmiling face. " We got a tip that you have something concerning national security that you'd like to share with us. Please speak up and don't hold anything back," the security agent said."I... um..."The person standing behind him took a deep breath, and I slowly lifted my eyes to look at him. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a faint white inscription on it. I squinted and could barely make out the words "Silence or Son."I quickly averted my gaze and my heart started racing."Ma'am, what i
It was a beautiful Thursday morning, and the soft summer breeze blew in through the open curtains. I was in my private dining room, enjoying breakfast, getting ready to meet my husband in his office. Two of Brandon's bodyguards stood near the entrance.Suddenly, Rachel walked in, pulled up a chair, and plopped down. She quickly pushed aside the plate of food in front of me to get my attention, looking furious. Then, she burst out laughing."Just like Brandon told me, all dudes should stay in their own lane. So, I've decided to mind my own business and wait until the 13th of next month. There's gonna be a massive event happening that day. I wanna let you know that I'm gonna boot you out of this crib, so your pops, who's been named the chairman of the event, can take you home. If you don't wanna get embarrassed, you better pack up and start skedaddling! You disgusting idiot!" Rachel said through gritted teeth. She stood up and walked away. Jared, who was walking behind her like her o
"Jewel, I once thought my integrity would keep me grounded, but my romantic obsession for you has become a gravitational pull impossible to resist. Right now, everything I've believed in has capsized. I can't wait to explore this forbidden passion," Brandon whimpered, his voice flowed gently like melted chocolate, smooth and irresistibly sweet. I gasped and took a quick breath when Brandon's tongue sensually traced my earlobes and created a subtle moist sensation. His seductive and deliberate movements hinted at the impending revelation he was about to share in my ear."Be mine forever, Jewel," he breathed out. Hearing these words from Brandon sent some shivers down my spine and my eyes closed involuntarily. I wished Brandon knew how desperately I waited to hear this from his mouth. Brandon's words hung in the air delicately like a rose petal. Silence filled the room, and all I could hear was the rhythmic beating of our hearts, calling out each other's names. The warmth in Brandon'
"Emma, you need to see Brandon before you leave," Eleanor said as soon as I entered the grand foyer, holding a small bag and a few clothes I had ordered online.I decided to travel at 7 pm to avoid drawing unnecessary attention at the airport, as my picture has been circulated due to my missing status."There is no point in seeing him," I said nonchalantly. "What about Julian?" Eleanor asked. "His father has banned me from being near him," I said sadly. "Please, take care of him and make sure to tell Brandon that he's sitting on a time bomb. He needs to be very careful," I pleaded, but Eleanor remained silent, her gaze fixed on a distant point.Suddenly, Brandon's bodyguards surrounded the grand foyer. I turned around and saw Jake, Brandon's trusted bodyguard walking majestically towards me. "Good evening, ma'am," Jake said, bowing slightly. "The boss wants to see you in his private lounge.""Tell him I have a flight to catch by 7:25," I said and turned to leave."Ma'am…," Jake sa
"I don't think we need to talk," I said as I headed straight for the table to pick up the ticket he had dropped earlier. Brandon quickly snatched it from the table and tossed it into his pocket. I sighed and turned to head for the closet, but he swiftly placed his hand on the wall, blocking my path. The powerful, masculine scent emanating from him was both soothing and protective, leaving me feeling like a weak woman who needed his protection. While his hand remained on the wall, his gaze remained fixed on me. Suddenly, his phone began to ring. He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and answered his wireless receiver. "I'll be right back," Brandon said, rushing out in a hurry. I noticed his anger was gradually dissipating and his senses were returning. At ten o'clock the following night, I was peering out the window when I spotted Brandon's black SUV pulling up in front of Eleanor's Mansion. Brandon and Rachel had returned to the Julian Henderson Estate yesterday, bringing an u
Emma's Narrative I was drying my long, blonde hair with a hand dryer after my bath. The white towel I had tied around myself barely covered my round bottom. Suddenly, a familiar scent filled the entire room - a nostalgic aroma of Swedish caviar. I turned my head and saw Brandon staring at me. Our gazes locked, and my hand hung in the air.I called it a nostalgic scent because when I was a child, I used to eat it every morning. Brandon wouldn't stop making it for me before I went to school. When Brandon graduated and got a job as a school teacher, he would always make Swedish caviar for me before work. However, when he left Malmo, I avoided anything that reminded me of him, including eating Swedish caviar.Brandon critically scanned me and settled his gaze on my hair. If things had been the way they used to be between us, he would have taken the hand dryer from me to dry my hair. The only thing Brandon didn't do for me as an adult was bathe me. Otherwise, he did virtually everything