Emily's POV As I hurried up the flight of stairs, taking them two at a time, I felt the sweat beads trickling down my forehead. The only thing that I could think of was getting to my room, taking a long and hot shower, and getting ready for work. But my thoughts were racing faster than my feet. I had gotten myself into a real mess, and now, I was struggling to find a way out of it. A part of me wanted to turn back, go home, and forget everything. But something was stopping me. I had already signed the proxy marriage papers, and I couldn't back out now. The weight of my decisions was dragging me down, and I felt like I was drowning in the ocean of my own choices. I couldn't help but wonder what I was getting myself into. Was it worth it? I had so many questions and no answers. All I could do was try to put up a brave front, go to work, and pretend like everything was okay. I was taken aback by Ethan's behavior. He had bumped into me, causing the hot coffee to spill all over my
Emily's POVAs I entered the office, the receptionist looked up and greeted me with a warm smile. Her eyes were a beautiful brown, and I felt at ease. She said, "Hello, and welcome! How may I help you today?" "Hello, my name is Emily Jones. I'm the new assistant to the CEO." I said with confidence, making sure to maintain eye contact and offer a firm handshake. I wanted to make a good first impression, so I paid close attention to my posture and demeanor. She responded with a friendly, "It's lovely to meet you, Miss Jones. I'll let the CEO know you're here." As I sat down to wait, I took a deep breath and reflected on my goals for the day. I was determined to make a positive impact in my new role.The receptionist picked up the phone and dialed a number. I couldn't quite make out the conversation, but it sounded like she was arranging for someone to come and escort me to the CEO's office. A tall, well-dressed man in a black button-down shirt and blue pants came into the room. He w
Emily POV"Wait, you said this is your first day?" Liam asked, raising an eyebrow. "And they're expecting you to show clients around the office by yourself?" I nodded, feeling a little flustered. "Yeah, I'm not sure how it's going to go. I've never done anything like this before." Liam looked at me with concern. "That doesn't sound like a great idea. Do you want me to come with you? I can help you out." I was surprised by his offer. It was so kind of him to offer to help me, even though we had just met."Yes, thank you so much." I was happy he came to my rescue.Liam smiles and said, "I'm happy to help out, Miss Clumsy. We can make a great team!" I laughed "I like the sound of that! The Dynamic Duo. Clumsy and Liam!" He joins in my laughter and "That's a name to be reckoned with!" we two smile at each other, a sense of camaraderie already beginning to form. I felt a little more at ease with him by my side."I'm glad you're willing to help. It's a relief to have someone to guid
Ethan's POVI felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see who was messaging me. To my surprise, I saw the message was from Ava. I couldn't help but feel a little bit of excitement as I opened the message.From: AvaLiam, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I had to break up with your brother. I've realized that I'm in love with you, and I can't stop thinking about you. I feel like we're meant to be together. I know this might be a lot to take in, but I had to tell you how I feel.Before I could read the entire message, it disappeared from my phone. It must have been a mistake - she must have been trying to send it to Liam. My heart sank as I realized what must have happened. She had sent me a message meant for Liam. I felt sick to my stomach. How could this have happened?I couldn't believe that Ava had left me for Liam. It felt like a knife in my heart. I had thought that we had something special, but now it all seemed like a lie. I felt betrayed and hurt, and I didn't kn
Ethan's POV Her words left me speechless. I didn't know what to say. Why was she telling me all of this? Was she trying to make me feel better? Or was she just trying to clear her conscience? "Why are you telling me all of this?" I managed to ask. "Are you feeling sorry for me or something?" "I just felt like the way I left you wasn't right," she said. "And I know you saw the message I sent by mistake. I'm sorry about that." Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I was a jumble of emotions - anger, sadness, betrayal. I didn't know what to say. But then her words sank in. She was apologizing. And I realized it was because of the message, not because she felt bad about leaving me. I felt my anger rising. My throat was dry and my mouth was dry. I couldn't form words. I just stared at my phone, unable to speak. The words finally came. "So you are telling me this because of the message?" I asked, my voice cold and harsh. "That's the only reason?" I was furious. She
Emily's POV I was worried Ethan hadn't come back yet. It was past 1 o'clock, and he still wasn't home. I knew I shouldn't care - he wasn't my husband, after all. But I couldn't shake feeling unease. I hoped he was safe, wherever he was. I was worried something bad had happened to him. He had been so harsh to me in the office, but I still cared about him. I paced back and forth in the sitting room, watching the enormous clock on the wall. Each minute that ticked by felt like an eternity. I panicked. On top of everything else, I was scared. There were no maids or chefs in the mansion. He had told them all to take a break. I wondered why he had done that. It was unlike him to be so kind to the staff. Something about the whole situation felt off. I got a bad feeling about what might have happened to him. The house was so big, and every move I made seemed to echo around me. The silence was deafening. I had never felt so alone. I wondered where he was, and why he hadn't come home yet
Ethan's POV I woke up feeling disoriented. My body ached all over. I couldn't remember how I had gotten into bed. The last thing I remembered was standing at the door, trying to figure out how to get inside. What had happened between then and now? Had I blacked out? I tossed and turned, and I suddenly felt something else on the bed. I shot upright, my heart racing with fear. Who was there? I grabbed the nearest object I could find and held it out in front of me, prepared to defend myself. But before I could do anything, the blanket was pulled off the other person in the bed. It was Olivia's sister. What was she doing in my room? And what was she doing in my bed? My heart was racing even faster. Then I realized my shirt was off. Had she tried to seduce me while I was unconscious? I felt a wave of anger and confusion. I tapped her hard on the shoulder, and she snapped awake, her eyes bloodshot and bleary. She looked like she had been through quite a lot, but I wasn't feeling sympath
Ethan's POVThere was something special about a homemade burger. It tasted better, and it felt more satisfying. I felt a sense of pride, knowing that I could make a burger that was just as good, if not better, than the ones I could order. ****Flashback**** I was sitting in the dining, trying to decide what to eat for dinner."I think we should order some burgers," I said to Ava. "What do you think?""I think that's a great idea," Ava replied. "I'm in the mood for a burger. And it's been a while since we've had one."She smiled at me, and I felt a sense of warmth and comfort. It was one of those simple, everyday moments that I would always remember."But you're going to make them yourself," Ava said, playfully poking me on the nose. I couldn't help but smile. She had a way of making even the most mundane moments feel special. "Make a burger? I don't even know how to boil an egg." We both burst out laughing. "You don't even know how to boil eggs?" Ava said, shaking her head in disbeli
Ethan's POV The ceremony went off without any major hitches, although there were a few dramatic moments that kept things interesting.Tonight was different, however. As I watched Ava and Liam together, I was surprised to find that the familiar pangs of sadness and disappointment were noticeably absent.I felt a deep sense of gratitude that the bitter emotions I had long harbored had finally begun to dissipate.Emily and I headed to the nightclub for a meeting with Don Sacrum, a prominent investor. Unconventional as it may seem, Don consistently preferred conducting business in such settings. His reputation preceded him, and I made it a point to be available at his beck and call, regardless of the hour.As the son of a renowned billionaire, Don Sacrum had inherited a vast fortune following his father's passing a few months prior.I glanced over at Emily, noticing a look of discomfort on her face. Seeking to alleviate her unease, I gently took her small hand in mine, offering a reassur
Emily's POV Ava's smile was a thin, cruel line. "Don't play dumb," she sneered. "I know all about the way Ethan looks at you now. The way he hangs on your every word."Ava's words hung in the air, her implication clear. I felt a surge of indignation, but I kept my tone level. "I don't know what you're insinuating, Ava," I said, "but I assure you, nothing is going on between Ethan and me."Ava's smile was a cold, calculated thing. "Even if there is something between you and Ethan," she said, her voice dripping with malice, "I promise you, it's coming to an end soon."Ava's gaze flicked to my ears, her eyes narrowing as she gestured to the earrings. "Those belong to me," she stated, her tone cold and possessive.I turned to Ava, my gaze locking onto hers. "What belongs to you?" I asked, my voice even and measured."Those earrings," she replied, her voice firm, her eyes never leaving mine."I think you must be mistaken," I said, my tone polite but firm. "Those earrings couldn't possibly
Emily's POVI had to muster up my confidence for the event. I acted like I wasn't fazed by what was happening, focused on completing my task and leaving afterward. Ethan confirmed everything; I was here on a job to pretend to people. It stung that he accepted that this was my job like I wasn't worthy of love; it was like a business transaction. It was. I had to fulfill it, I just need Olivia to be back.I was tired.I was exhausted from longing for someone my heart desires, who unfortunately doesn't feel the same way. I'm tired of gazing into captivating eyes that show no interest in me. I was drained from resisting the temptation of an unrequited and forbidden attraction.I noticed Ethan's body language tense up as his mom spoke to him. Her plastered smile seemed more for the benefit of those around them than genuine, and I sensed the conversation wasn't going well. Despite her outward appearance of praise, her words seemed to be upsetting Ethan.I instinctively placed my hand on his
Ethan's POVI extended my hand, but Emily looked at it with confusion, her stubbornness radiating like a shield."Emily," I called softly.She snapped out of her reverie, her gaze focusing. Finally, she took my hand. Her palm felt incredibly soft, sending unexpected waves of comfort through me. I hated to admit it, but her touch soothed me."You're my wife.... for today." The words felt strange coming out of my mouth, but they were true.Emily's gaze dropped to my shoes, then met mine, her brown eyes locking onto mine. "That's what I'm being paid for," she said, her voice heavy with sorrow.I nodded silently, acknowledging the truth in her words. I felt bad for telling her that I was trying to create a conversation; I just couldn't say anything to alter what she just said. As painful as it was to her, that was the truth. I wanted to counter it, but no words could express it in a way I wouldn't show vulnerability.I had planned to drive myself, but occasions like this left me no choice
Ethan Smith In record time, she emerged from her room, radiant in a fitted blue sundress that accentuated every curve. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Had I been blind to her allure this whole time? The dress hugged her figure in all the right places, showcasing the soft swell of her hips and the gentle dip of her waist. My gaze lingered, tracing the contours of her body. How had I managed to overlook this stunning woman standing right before me? "OH. GOD!!" my mind screamed as if finally waking up to the reality of my feelings. In that instant, I yearned to feel her warm breath dance across my skin, her body melting into mine. The thought of her gentle touch sent shivers down my spine. I craved the softness of her hands, the whisper of her fingers intertwining with mine. Every cell in my body ached to be closer, to feel her radiating heat. Time stood still as I gazed at her, lost in the depths of her eyes. The world around us dissolved, leaving only the two of us
Emily's POV I walked away from him, my heart still racing from our brief moment together. The way he brushed away the biscuit crumbs, his fingers grazing my skin... I couldn't shake the feeling. I returned to my room, I couldn't shake off the memory of our encounter. My mind replayed the moment, scrutinizing every detail. "Ugh, Emily, what's wrong with you?" I muttered to myself, shaking my head. "You practically threw yourself at him." My cheeks flushed at the thought. I couldn't believe I'd been so forward, my lips parted, inviting him to kiss me. But he didn't. Instead, he coughed, breaking the spell. I felt like I'd been doused with cold water. Why did I do that? Was I that desperate for connection? I forced myself to focus, but my gaze kept drifting to the door, hoping he'd appear again. I smacked my hand against my forehead, feeling like an utter idiot. "He's your sister's husband, Emily! Get a grip!" I reprimanded myself, pacing back and forth. How could I b
Ethan's POV I paced back and forth in my room, frustration boiling over. Why did my mom always have to sabotage my plans? Her constant interference was suffocating. But I refused to let her win. "No," I muttered to myself, determination hardening my resolve. "I won't let her control me." Or would I? The familiar doubt crept in, undermining my confidence. I stopped pacing and faced my reflection in the mirror. My eyes flashed with defiance. "I'm done letting her dictate my life," I declared, the words echoing in my room. This time, I meant it. I stood there, a grown man torn apart by conflicting desires. My mother didn't get it - I couldn't bear the thought of spending more time with Emily. Yet, my heart yearned for her desperately. The contradiction was maddening. How could I simultaneously feel an intense attraction to Emily and an overwhelming need to escape her? Two emotions wrestled within me: longing and repulsion, desire and resistance. It was as if my heart and m
Emily's POV The sweet words spilled from his lips like honey - "You're important to me," "I care deeply for you" - but I saw right through them. They were empty reassurances, crafted to soothe my frazzled emotions. I searched his face, my gaze piercing, but his expression revealed nothing. Still, I knew better. He was pretending, feigning concern. Olivia's haunting words still echoed in my mind: "I'll be back soon, and you'll return." The memory sent a shiver down my spine. "No, you didn't do anything, Em." I stared at him, shock etched on my face. "Em" - he'd never called me that before. Why now? It was just another tactic, a feeble attempt to soften the blow before cutting me out of his life. Just like everyone else. His sudden familiarity grated, a painful reminder of what I was about to lose. The truth stung: I was disposable, a temporary convenience. Then why now? I thought the contract stated that Olivia returns before I leave beside his Mom said I must fulfill my o
Contract DissolvedEthan's POV I watched Emily head to her room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards her. The pain in her eyes after that phone call had gutted me, and I knew I had to make today count. I wanted to tell her everything. I waited for her to get ready, and I steeled myself for the conversation ahead. I had to tell her the truth - that the proxy arrangement was over, that I couldn't keep pretending anymore. But it wasn't just about the arrangement; it was about my feelings. I was catching feelings for her, and I didn't like it. I didn't want to be vulnerable, didn't want to risk getting hurt. But I knew I had to be honest with her, and with myself. I took a deep breath, pushing aside the conflicting emotions swirling inside me. Time to end this charade and move on. She emerged from her room, dressed in black leggings and a cropped top, and for a moment, I saw her in a different light. The familiar contours of her face, the curve of her neck, see