Bonus chapter. :)
Yuna's gaze flickered briefly to Emmeline, assessing her like a predator, before returning to Zavian. Her perfectly painted lips curved into the ghost of a smile that never reached her eyes—a smile that spoke of leverage yet to be deployed."Aren't you his attorney?" Zavian asked his wife pointedly… in a tone suggesting she should know better than allow her clients make such reckless accusations. "Perhaps you should advise your clients on the legal implications of their statements before her mouth writes checks her family can't afford to cash."Yuna's expression didn't change. However, one could notice a muscle jumping beneath the smooth skin of her jaw—the only indication that Zavian's words had hit their mark.Her eyes burned with an intensity that made Emmeline shiver despite the warmth of Zavian's embrace.Brody, who had been standing with Taehyung and Minnie behind them, stepped forward with a serious expression. His intervention was perfectly timed, adding legal weight to Zavian'
Zavian's eyes burned with violence waiting to unleash. The intensity of his gaze made Richard unconsciously take another step back, some primitive part of his brain recognizing the presence of a superior predator."You won't get those hands back if you try it again!" Zavian threatened, straightening his collar with deliberate calm that contrasted sharply with the storm that still raged within him."I'm not one of your subordinates or your wife. I won't tolerate your tantrums or your hands on my person. Test me again, and you'll know exactly how unwise that would be!"The double meaning in his words sent a shiver down Emmeline's spine. To everyone else, it was a threat of legal consequences, perhaps physical retaliation but those familiar with him understood the true nature of the warning. If Richard pushed Zavian too far, the entities might break free, and there would be nothing left of Richard to prosecute or punish.Emmeline quickly placed her hand on Zavian's back. The contact see
Zavian's fingers closed around Richard's throat and delivered a single, calculated punch to Richard's midsection without a flicker of emotion crossing his marble-carved features.The sound of impact echoed sickeningly in the hushed corridor.Richard doubled over with a strangled wheeze escaping his lips as the air violently fled his lungs. His knees buckled that only Zavian's iron grip on his throat kept him from collapsing entirely.The sudden violence caused ripple through the courthouse corridor. Several onlookers gasped and stepped back, creating a widening circle around the confrontation.The temperature plummeted so drastically that everyone visibly shivered. Zavian's eyes darkened to an obsidian void that reflected nothing. They were the eyes of something merciless that had merely been wearing a man's skin."Don't. You. Dare. Insult. Her!" Each word fell from Zavian's lips like an icicle shattering on stone—a voice that scraped along the primal fear centers of everyone who heard
The effect proved instantaneous. Richard's face drained of color until it resembled chalk as his earlier bravado evaporated like morning mist before a scorching sun.A visible tremor ran through his body, starting at his hands and traveling upward until his entire frame shook uncontrollably.His mouth worked silently, opening and closing without producing sound, resembling a fish thrown onto dry land. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the unnatural cold, trickling down his temples.The moment stretched unnaturally into what felt like hours.Zavian straightened his rumpled shirt with slow, almost ceremonial motions. His eyes never left Richard's face, pinning him in place like a butterfly to a collection board. "Emmeline can sue you for domestic violence," he stated coolly. "Ask your lawyer about the consequences."The last remnants of Richard's confidence crumbled visibly. His shoulders sagged as though under an unbearable weight. His desperate, searching eyes turned to Yuna, silent
Emmeline remained rooted to the spot until Zavian reluctantly removed his hands from her shoulders.His jaw clenched in frustration, and he muttered something that sounded like "stubborn" under his breath.Only then did Emmeline allow her brother to lead her away."Thank you all," Emile threw over his shoulders in genuine gratitude despite his obvious desire to leave.Minnie looked annoyed at Emile's behavior. She waved enthusiastically to Emmeline nonetheless."You’ve won the case now and there's no longer any need to hide. I expect you to come visit me soon!"She raised her voice deliberately to ensure Emile would catch her next words. "No more locking you up at home, do you hear me?"Emile rolled his eyes disapprovingly at the comment.On the other hand, Emmeline kept her gaze fixed on Zavian as long as possible, drinking in the sight of him until they turned the corner at the end of the hallway and he disappeared from view."You're really something, Emmeline," Emile muttered once t
They drove in silence for the remainder of the journey, the familiar streets of Riverwalk passing by in a blur outside the window.Emmeline found comfort in the quiet, grateful that at least her brother would keep her secret from their parents.After fifteen minutes that felt much longer, they pulled into the driveway of the family home.The building loomed before them. To outsiders, it represented success and harmony. To Emmeline, it had become another kind of prison, different from her marital home but confining nonetheless.They entered quietly, only to find their parents standing in the living room, their postures tense with anticipation.Eleanor rushed toward them. "You’re so late! My heart almost stopped from the stress of waiting," she exclaimed, directing her words to Emile despite Emmeline being the one whose fate had been decided today. "What happened in court? Did Emmeline lose the lawsuit?"Emile forced a smile. "What's all this pessimism, Mom?"Charles approached them as w
Zavian's arms tenderly enveloped Emmeline, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other pressed firmly against her spine.The steady beat of his heart against her ear provided a rhythm to focus on—something solid and real amid the chaotic storm of her thoughts.She surrendered to his embrace, drawing strength from his unwavering presence as she had done countless times before, though never with such desperation clinging to her every breath."Please help me," Emmeline whispered. "I don't want to leave."Her arms tightened around his waist with such intensity that her knuckles blanched white.The warmth of his body contrasted with the cool evening air, grounding her in the moment even as her thoughts threatened to spiral into an abyss of panic and loss."My worst nightmare is about to come true, and I have no choice but to submit.” The words tumbled out, each syllable laced with raw fear. "You're the only one who can prevent this from happening."Zavian's hands moved to her sho
Emmeline pulled back from his chest, certain she had misheard… certain Zavian, of all people, would never suggest such a thing.A desperate smile formed on her lips and denial was written across her features like text on a page."Tell me you're not serious," she pleaded, searching his face for any sign this was some cruel joke or test. Anything but the truth she feared.Her smile faded rapidly when she took in his expression. It was solemn, resolved, and tinged with a resignation that mirrored her own sorrow.The realization that he meant what he said crashed over Emmeline, driving the air from her lungs and leaving her gasping."You won't let them send me to France!" Her voice rose with panic.Her hands trembled as they gripped the lapels of his coat with the force of her desperation.Zavian's face remained impassive, though the muscle ticking in his jaw betrayed his inner turmoil. His usually warm gaze when they looked at her had grown distant as if he were already preparing himself
Emmeline's mind raced back, trying to remember where Zavian had been, what he had told her about that night.Had he actually been with Yuna?"Why are you telling me this?" Emmeline’s voice sounded hollow. "Why not just tell him about the baby and let him make his choice?"Yuna's expression softened slightly. "Because I know my husband," she said quietly. "He has a strong sense of duty. If he knows I'm carrying his child, he'll feel obligated to stay with me, to give our baby a proper family. But if he's torn between that duty and his feelings for you..." She trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air."You want me to make the choice for him," Emmeline realized aloud. "You want me to walk away so he never has to know."Yuna nodded slowly. "It would be better for everyone," she insisted. "He wouldn't have to choose between his child and his... infatuation. You wouldn't have to live with the guilt of separating a father from his child. And I wouldn't have to raise this baby alon
Emmeline blinked rapidly as her mind refused to process the devastating news.The world around her seemed to slow, sounds becoming muffled as though she were underwater. Her chest constricted painfully, making each breath a conscious effort."What?" The single word escaped her lips as a strangled whisper.Yuna's lips curved into a smile that never reached her eyes. With deliberate slowness, she placed her hand over her stomach in a protective, almost reverent gesture."I said I'm pregnant." Each syllable was delivered with precision. Her gaze remained fixed on Emmeline's face, drinking in every flicker of devastation with undisguised satisfaction.The room tilted precariously. Emmeline's hands fell limply to her sides, fingers suddenly numb and disconnected from her body. Blood drained from her face, leaving her skin ashen against the pristine white of her shirt. Her mind raced frantically, desperately searching for any explanation other than the one hammering at her consciousness."By
The morning brought a return to routine. Emmeline resumed her work at the restaurant after a two-week absence, grateful that her manager Noel had kept everything running smoothly in her absence.She dressed casually in a white T-shirt under a wheat-colored cardigan and comfortable jeans. A beige apron was tied around her waist, and she had pulled her hair back into a simple ponytail.The familiar motions of working in the kitchen: chopping vegetables, rolling dough, checking seasonings helped ground her after the emotional turbulence of the previous day.Emmeline was in the middle of preparing a vegetable pie when the kitchen door burst open with unexpected force."Let's talk," demanded a familiar voice, sharp and commanding.Emmeline's eyes widened when she turned to find Yuna standing in the doorway."Yuna?" Emmeline asked, genuinely surprised. "What brings you here?""I'm sorry, Mrs. Lawson. I tried to stop her from entering, but she insisted on seeing you." A flustered waitress app
“Fuck!” Zavian cursed under his breath, seemingly losing his composure.Emmeline bit the inside of her lip to suppress a laugh, not wanting him to realize she was deliberately trying to provoke him."I love hearing what happens inside you," she continued in a seductive purr. "When you express your pleasure with those deep sounds, I feel it too. I never knew men's voices could be so seductive when they're aroused.""Your voice can't be beaten, minx." Zavian’s response came out slightly slurred, as if he were struggling to maintain control.Before he could say another word, Emmeline sighed dramatically."But alas, I can't continue this game right now," she lamented. "If I get too excited, I risk my brother hearing sounds from my room that would be difficult to explain."Zavian's ragged breaths were audible through the phone, making Emmeline's body respond in kind. A warmth spread through her lower abdomen, and she had to consciously keep her hands from wandering."How can I restrain my i
Emmeline exhaled with relief that their confrontation had ended well and focused on the road ahead.Her brother was waiting for her in the living room when she got home a few minutes later.His rigid posture and stern expression warned of an impending confrontation.Emmeline decided to ignore him and head straight to her room, but his strict voice stopped her in her tracks."Did you go to see him?" Emile demanded.Emmeline halted but avoided looking at him directly. "Why does it matter to you whether I saw him or not?"Emile straightened. "Emmeline!"Emmeline turned to face him bravely despite his grim expression. The happy moment she had felt with Zavian just moments ago gave her courage."You made a life-altering decision about my future," she stated firmly. "You're forcing me to travel to France without giving me any chance to object. The least you can do is allow me my freedom during these few days I have left in Riverwalk."As soon as she finished speaking, her brother crossed the
They exchanged longing glances. Their eyes communicated what words could not."I visited France twice during my human teenage years," Zavian remarked. "Paris was one of my stops. It's a beautiful city, well worth experiencing."Emmeline studied him closely. "With your family?""My grandmother loved spending holidays in different places," Zavian explained. "Because of her, I traveled to many countries. In recent decades, though, most of my trips have been for business, mainly across Europe and other continents."Emmeline nestled closer into Zavian's embrace, savoring the security of his arms around her."A while ago I felt depressed because traveling seemed like punishment," she sighed. "Now it seems like a reward. With you, even hell would become heaven.""France isn't that bad," Zavian teased. "Don't think of the trip as punishment. Look at it from the bright side. Together we'll visit a new city and spend good times together. No one there knows our past. No one will hold us accountab
Emmeline lifted her head from Zavian's chest to gaze at his handsome features. "Truly?" Her voice trembled with hope and disbelief.Zavian pulled his left hand from her back and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. Her crying had subsided, leaving only the glistening trails on her flushed skin.The tenderness of his touch contrasted sharply with his earlier anger, making her heart ache with renewed emotion."I would throw myself into hell in the name of loving you," he said.Emmeline's heart fluttered wildly in her chest, threatening to burst from the overwhelming emotion. She tightened her arms around his waist and spoke in a voice that quivered with joy. "Oh my God, how I've waited for this moment!"A tremulous smile spread across her lips as her gaze became lost in the depths of his eyes.Zavian continued to tenderly clean the remnants of tears from her cheeks, his arm still protectively wrapped around her shoulders."I waited so impatiently to hear you say those w
The accusation was fair, and Emmeline knew it. She had allowed her insecurities to override her trust in him, had permitted her fear of abandonment to dictate her response rather than waiting to hear him out.The realization was humbling, forcing her to acknowledge a pattern in her behavior that had caused problems before.Emmeline's eyelids trembled in response to his outburst, fear momentarily overriding her other emotions.She had rarely seen Zavian this angry. She extended a tentative hand toward his chest, a peace offering amid their emotional battlefield."I won't make that mistake again," she promised softly. "I swear to you. Next time, I'll listen completely before letting my fears consume me."Her voice was steady despite her inner turmoil. She meant every word—this evening had shown her how quickly her insecurities could poison something precious, how easily fear could override reason and trust.The lesson was painful but necessary, one she was determined to learn from.Zavia
"Do not test my patience, Emmeline," he warned. "Even I have limits to how much I will sacrifice my pride for you!"The threat hung between them, all the more potent for its delivery.Emmeline had no doubt that he meant every word. Zavian Blackthorn was not a man given to empty warnings.A chill ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the cooling evening air.Pain flickered across Emmeline's features at his words and the pressure of his grip. Noticing this, Zavian immediately loosened his hold on her shoulder.The sudden shift from anger to concern was so characteristic of him. Even in his fury, he could not bear to cause her physical discomfort.The realization made Emmeline's heart constrict with renewed affection and regret for pushing him so far.Seizing the opportunity presented by his momentary softening, she rushed forward again, throwing her arms around his waist and pressing herself against him in a desperate embrace.She buried her face on his chest, inhaling his famil