It was round 9pm, Emma gazed at her cellphone and the time was nearer, she stepped out of the house and walked towards the club way. As she stepped into the club, Natalie's eyes widened in surprise when she saw Emma. "Hey, you actually came," she said, a sly smile spreading across her face. Emma nodded, my heart racing with anticipation, feeling unease and uncomfortable.
Natalie's gaze roamed over me, her expression softening. "You don't look too good,Emma, are you sure you wanna do this?" she asked, concern etched in her voice.
Emma nodded,her jaw set in determination. "Yes, ofcourse, I will, I have to so that my mother could live, this is the only chance I have now and I dont wanna screw it up, I have to try my best and to whatever it takes if only it's just for tonight."
With that, Natalie took her hand and led her into the dressing room. They had only 30 minutes to get ready, and the air was thick with tension. A flamboyant man, dressed in a sparkling outfit, greeted us with a warm smile. "Darlings, let's get you looking stunning and astonishingly beautiful for tonight!"
He handed her a stripper costume, and she felt her body recoil in protest. But she pushed aside her doubts and let him dress her. Natalie, already dressed in her own costume, walked towards her, her eyes locked onto Emma's. "It's fine, I'm with you. All you have to do is dance and vibe along with me, you will be fine, it's not that hard to do, anything I do just do it with me, you watch movies right? You know how strippers act, and trust me you are going to get money for your mother's surgery if you do well tonight and not think about your dignity, in life we go through risk to survive" she said
Emma nodded, her body shaking with nervous energy. Natalie handed her a bottle of wine. "Drink this, with this you would be fine, but don't get too tipsy."
She downed the entire bottle, feeling the alcohol coursing through her veins. "I'm good now, i think I can do this now,let's head out."
As they walked onto the stage, Emma saw three poles and a sea of VIP men waiting for them to dance. Natalie pulled her close, and they began to dance. She felt her inhibitions melting away, her movements becoming sexier, more confident.
Her eyes locked onto Robert, the wealthiest man in the room, and she felt a spark of attraction. He watched her, his eyes burning with desire, and she knew she had him hooked.
But just as she was getting into the zone, Ryan, Robert's friend, intervened. "Hey, Robert, she's just a kid. Don't think about it."
Robert nodded, but his gaze never left hers. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he called the owner over and whispered something in his ear. The man nodded and smiled, and then walked towards her.
"That man wants to see you," he yelled over the music.
She smiled slyly, my heart racing with excitement. "This is it...the man my eyes caught." She said
As the man pulled her towards Robert, she felt a rush of adrenaline. What would happen next? Would I be able to seduce him, or would I chicken out? The uncertainty was exhilarating, and I knew I was in for the ride of my life.
As Emma sat beside Robert, her fingers clicked together nervously. Robert's gaze locked onto her hands, and for a moment, he saw beyond the seductive dancer to the vulnerable girl trying to survive.
"Twerk for me,I want to feel you" Robert said, his voice high and deep.
Emma nodded, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and determination. She began to dance, her body moving in ways that made Robert's own body respond. But just as he was about to whisper in her ear again, his phone vibrated.
Ryan handed him the phone, and Robert's smirk grew as he listened to Sophia's voice. "The kids are back, and we're at the hotel."
Robert nodded, his eyes never leaving Emma's face. He handed the phone back to Ryan and pulled Emma close, his hands wrapping around her waist. Emma, lost in the music and the alcohol, didn't notice the exchange and the touches.
As Robert pulled her face close, their eyes locked in a charged moment. "Should we head inside?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Emma nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. Robert bid Ryan farewell, and they walked into the VIP suite, the door closing behind them like a secret.
Emma's eyes widened as she took in the opulent room. "Awesome, VIP suite, only for the rich," she said, her voice laced with a mix of awe and envy.
Robert smirked, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his chiseled chest. "Do you have a hate for the rich?" he asked, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Emma sat on the chair, pulling off her shoes with a sultry movement. "No I don't hate them..I just envy them," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Robert smirked and unbuttoned his shirt, his abs showing, sending shivers down Emma spine. She bit her lips and crossed her legs.
Robert's gaze roamed over her, his body responding to her words. "I don't like when ladies bite their lips like that in front of me," he said, his voice low and husky. "It turns me on."
Emma's eyes flashed with defiance, and she bit her lip again. Robert's hand veins bulged as he pushed her onto the bed, his body covering hers.
The air was thick with tension, the only sound their heavy breathing. Emma's heart raced, her body responding to Robert's touch. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to the flame, moth-like, helpless to resist.
Emma undressed, she and Robert was naked, He pushed her to the bed and began to kiss her from head to her n**ples,he kissed his thigh, Emma bit her lips again and Robert saw her, he got furious and sexually aroused again, so he laid on her skin to skin and dipped her C**k into her va***nal, but then he noticed something was off about her. He glared at her, their eyes locked on each other, their breathing was slow and steady, but then he tried again after making her so wet, he stopped and pulled her face close to his, their lips not so far from each other.
“Are you a virgin?” Robert asked…..
EMMA POVThe room was dimly lit, the faint hum of the neon sign outside casting a soft,flickering glow through the half-drawn window. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, so loud I could barely hear the low rumble of his voice."You're a virgin?" Robert’s question hung in the air, as if suspended by the weight of his disbelief.I nodded, unable to trust my voice. My throat felt dry, and my hands trembled slightly, though I quickly folded them in my lap, hoping he wouldn’t notice. His face, which had been calm, even smug moments earlier, was now an unreadable mask of shock and concern. He shifted his weight off me, sitting up abruptly as though the words had physically knocked him back.He repeated, softer this time, almost as if asking for more confirmation, guess he didn't believe the truth "A virgin?"His eyes searched mine, as though he were looking for some sign that I was joking, or playing some pranks, lying. But I wasn’t. It was actually the truth. I had never been with anyone, not
EMMA POVWe both laid on the bed,our body naked, Robert turned off the light and laid on me I was scared at first but then I realized that I was the one who wanted, he dipped it in but it wasnt entering, it was very hard and painful but then I told him to kept trying.Finally.So this was how sweet sex is.Robert's eyes locked onto mine, filled with affection, love and understanding, even though my reasons for being there wasnt good. His gentle touch sent shivers down my spine as he guided me to the couch."I want your first time to be special," he whispered, his warm breath caressing my ear.My heart fluttered. I have never been in this situation before, I dont even know how it feels like but now I know.Robert's fingers intertwined with mine, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my palm. His gaze never left mine, filled with adoration."Are you sure? You are bleeding already. Should I stop? Or I should keep going" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.I nodded, my voice caugh
EMMA POVThe hospital doors swung open with a cold whoosh early in the morning, and I rushed inside, the scent of antiseptic, drugs and sickness filling my nose. My breath came in short gasps, and my chest tightened. The money, I had it now, clenched tightly in my sweaty palm. I'd sacrificed everything I had—my savings, my pride, my future. But none of that mattered anymore I am grown. What mattered was my mom, who lay in a hospital bed somewhere in this labyrinth of suffering.I pushed past nurses and visitors, dodging gurneys and IV stands, my heart pounding as I raced toward Dr. Aaron's office. Each step echoed my fears. I was scared, terrified really, that this time I’d be too late. By the time I got there, I’d be greeted by solemn faces and bad news. My mind raced through the worst scenarios: What if she didn’t make it? What if I wasn’t fast enough? Then I sacrificed everything for nothing.But when I finally reached Dr. Aaron’s door, out of breath and frantic, I saw him sitting
EMMA POVBack at the hospital, the clock on the wall ticked mercilessly forward. Midnight had come and gone, and there was still no news. I had spent hours pacing the halls, my mind running through every possible outcome.Finally, just as I thought I couldn’t take another moment, the door to the operating room opened, and Dr. Aaron stepped out, looking tired but calm. I practically ran to him, my heart in my throat.“How is she? Is she okay?”Dr. Aaron took a deep breath. “The surgery was successful. We were able to remove the tumour, but... she’s not out of danger just yet, we can't be too relaxed. The next 24 hours are critical.”I nodded, relief washing over me in waves. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”He placed a hand on my shoulder. “She’s a fighter. You did everything you could. Now, it’s up to her if she will survive it or not, I am so sorry I also did everything I could.”I wanted to collapse right there, to let all the emotions that I had been holding back pour out of me, but
EMMA POV Before Natalie could respond, a nurse approached me, my face kind but serious. "Miss Emma? Dr. Aaron would like to have a word with you."I nodded, muttering a quick, "I have to go, Nat," before hanging up. I slipped my phone into my pocket and followed the nurse down the hall, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions, scared of what the doctor has to say to me this time about my mom's condition.Dr. Aaron was waiting for me outside the ICU. He was a tall man in his mid-fifties, with a calm, authoritative presence. "Emma," he greeted her, his voice measured. "Your mother’s surgery went well. We were able to remove the tumor successfully, but it was more complicated than we anticipated, so you dont have to be scared and put your mind at ease."I felt my heart skip a beat, he keeps making me happy and scaring me at the same time . "What does that mean?" i asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Dr. Aaron’s expression softened. "It means she’ll need ongoing care—more treatmen
EMMA POVRobert took it, glanced at the digits, then looked back at her. “This isn’t enough,” he said, keeping his tone even. “I don’t need just a number, Natalie. I want to know where she is. Where she’s living. I want more, I cant just give her a call, she is going to reject my calls or block my number.”Natalie bit her lip, her fingers resuming their nervous clicking. “It’s… complicated,” she mumbled, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know exactly where she is. She moves around a lot, and she’s been keeping low profile besides her mother is sick, so please I will suggest that you bother her no more.”Robert’s jaw tightened, but he kept his frustration in check. He could sense something off about Natalie, the way she was withholding information, dangling it just out of reach. Still, he knew he had to play this carefully.“I get it,” Robert said, leaning forward, his voice soft but firm. “It’s not easy. But you need to help me out here, Natalie. You want the money, don’t you?”Her eyes fli
ROBERT POVIt was early in the morning, Robert's gaze drifted to the clock on his mantle. 7:07 AM. He should be at work, but today was different.The doorbell pierced the morning calm. Robert's heart sank as he approached the entrance."Carolyn," he said flatly, looking so surprised, he hadn't expected her to bring the kids over so early, he opened the door.Carolyn's bright smile faltered for an instant before she recovered. "Robert, darling! I hope I'm not interrupting anything."Robert's expression remained neutral. "Nothing…What brings you here?"Carolyn's eyes sparkled with calculation. "The kids missed you, and I'm exhausted. I need a break."Robert's scepticism grew. "Suddenly, they miss me? Isn't it too early?"Carolyn's laughter was forced. "Oh, Robert, you're being dramatic. Let me bring them in."As Carolyn ushered in their two children, Alexander, Mia and Ethan, Robert's resolve wavered. He hadn't seen them in years."Hey, kiddo!" Robert exclaimed, scooping up Ethan.Mia c
EMMA POVA few days after my mom was discharged from the hospital, I moved her into a new apartment, just so she could have a new life and quick recovery. She was so curious about how I had managed to afford it, but I had been dodging her questions. Now that we were settled in, she seemed more determined than ever to get an answer out of me."I am going to ask you again, Emma—how did you get the money? This is a huge apartment" Her voice was firm, the same tone she used when I was a child and she demanded the truth.I sighed deeply, the exhaustion weighing down on me like a boulder. "Mom, why does it matter where the money came from? The important thing is that you’re okay now, that you're healthy. Do you even realize how much I had to spend on your surgery? On the hospital bed, the oxygen while you were in that coma? The medications, everything—it wasn’t cheap, just so you know mom, and I didn’t have time to think about anything else except saving your life.”I could feel my voice ri
The boardroom was nothing short of spectacular. Polished marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of recessed lighting, and the walls were lined with sleek black panels that radiated authority. The centerpiece of the room was an imposing oval table, surrounded by high-backed leather chairs that seemed to demand respect from anyone who sat in them.Maya adjusted her blazer as she entered, the sharp heels of her nude Louboutins clicking against the floor. Her tailored navy suit fit her perfectly, accentuating her poised yet confident demeanor. Her dark hair was swept back into a low chignon, and her makeup was subtle but flawless,a touch of blush, nude lips, and eyes lined with precision. She looked every bit the part of someone who belonged here.As she stepped into the room, all eyes turned to her. She felt their gazes, some curious, others skeptical, but she held her head high, her back straight. This wasn't the Maya who had cried in her car outside Robert’s mansion years ago. This
Maya adjusted her dress as she stepped out of her sleek car, her pulse quickening. The towering gates of Robert’s estate stood before her, a symbol of everything opulent yet unattainable in her life. She hesitated for a moment, clutching her purse tightly. She knew this wasn’t just about fun anymore. It hadn’t been for a while. But as much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, the flutter in her chest every time she saw Robert was undeniable.The driveway stretched endlessly, lined with pristine hedges and marble statues that whispered wealth and power. Maya had been here before—many times—but tonight, something felt different. She wasn’t sure if it was the way Robert had sounded on the phone earlier, his voice rich with amusement, or the way her heart seemed to race without reason.When the butler opened the door, she stepped inside with a practiced smile, smoothing her hair. “Evening, Charles.”The older man gave a polite nod. “Good evening, Ms. Hayes. Mr. Robert is expecting
Chapter 43: The Games We PlayRobert pulled into the driveway, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. The weight of the previous night lingered heavily on his shoulders—Rebecca’s sudden reappearance, Emma’s betrayal, Natalie’s cryptic warnings. It was all too much.Stepping out of the car, the cool morning air did little to calm him. He pushed open the door to his house, half-hoping for silence, but instead, he was greeted by a voice that made his stomach twist.“Well, look who finally decided to come home,” Carolyn said, lounging on the couch as if she owned the place.Robert froze in the doorway, his jaw tightening. “You’re still here?” he asked, his tone clipped.Carolyn stood, smoothing down the silk robe she wore—a robe that wasn’t hers, he noted bitterly. She had a way of making herself at home in places she didn’t belong.“I was thinking of leaving when you got back,” she said, feigning sweetness. “No need to be so harsh, Robert.”His eyes narrowed. He’d heard this tone bef
The penthouse was silent, save for the faint hum of the city outside. Robert stared at the city skyline, his whiskey glass empty on the counter beside him. His head was spinning, but not from the alcohol, Emma’s sudden betrayal to him was a knife that kept twisting deeper. His nephew. His own blood. And Emma, the woman he had been chasing all his life around, had chosen him.His phone buzzed again. He ignored it, pushing the glass away. He needed air. The penthouse, though vast, felt suffocating tonight. Grabbing his coat, he headed to the one place he knew could distract him: The Velvet Room.---The nightclub was pulsing with life. The bass thumped through the floor, the room dimly lit with streaks of neon. Robert slipped past the crowd, heading for a private booth. He wasn’t in the mood for company, but the anonymity of the club gave him a reprieve from the weight crushing his chest.A waitress approached him, her tray balanced perfectly as she smiled. "Your usual, Mr. Robert?"He
ROBERT POVI froze there, shocked with what I saw, why would Emma be pregnant? And why was she in the hospital? These thoughts lingered in my heads for a while then I saw Daniel. “Daniel” I called out to him and he stopped in his tracks Daniel stood in the hallway, his arms casually crossed over his chest, a friendly smile on his face.“Uncle,” he said, his voice calm, almost too polite, as if he was holding something back.I forced a smirk, though unease prickled under my skin. “Thought you’d left already, I was about to leave since you wouldnt meet your uncle” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended.He nodded, his gaze briefly flickering toward the hospital room down the corridor. “I should have. But I wanted to make sure everything’s running smoothly. She is my mother-in-law, after all. I have to make sure she’s comfortable.”The words landed with a weight I wasn’t expecting. Mother-in-law? I blinked, barely managing a neutral nod.“Take me to see her,it wouldn't be nice if I
EMMA'S POVI nodded understandingly, I knew the nurses wouldn't want to tell me anything, its their work and it's their right to keep everyone's matters private but how on earth would I know what she came to do.“Emma” A voice called out to me, I looked back only to see a tall, rich man behind me.Robert.I gasped and stepped back, I never knew we could meet one on one in a place like this, I touched my big belly.“Robert?” I said my voice barely above a whisper, he could see the shock in my eyes.Robert stood there, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and suspicion. His question hung in the air like an invisible weight, pressing on me. “Are you pregnant?” His voice was sharp but not loud, filled with urgency that made my chest tighten.I froze. My mind raced, caught between truths and lies. I could feel my heartbeat drumming in my ears, drowning out the sterile hum of the hospital.Slowly, I dropped my hand from my stomach, the subconscious gesture that must have betrayed me. With
EMMA POVI sat outside Mom's hospital room, lost in the serene landscape beyond the window. The gentle rustle of leaves and chirping birds offered a fleeting escape from the weight of her illness. Suddenly, a familiar voice broke the tranquility."Emma."I turned to see Natalie standing behind me, her eyes tinged with a mix of guilt and hesitation."Hey, still here?" I replied softly, my curiosity piqued.Natalie's gaze darted around the hospital corridor before settling on me. "I'm heading home, but I wanted to just stop buy before leaving and apologise for...everything." Her voice trembled.I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's going on, Natalie? You're being really cryptic, you did nothing wrong."Natalie took a step closer, her eyes locking onto mine. "I know I shouldn't have said such a thing that day. I was stressed, and I took it out on you. I'm so sorry."My expression softened. "It's nothing, Natalie. Friends fight, and we settle." I offered a reassuring smile.Natalie's f
ROBERT POV Hours passed as I tried to piece together fragments of the night, but it was all a haze. Carolyn had locked herself in the guest room, refusing to speak to me, her sobs echoing faintly through the walls.The kids noticed, their wide-eyed gazes flicking between me and the closed door, sensing the tension. They didn’t ask questions, but the silence was damning, like a silent judgment hanging over me.That evening, I confronted Carolyn.She looked at me with a scornful smile, her lips curving slightly as she crossed her arms. “What do you want, Robert? I already told you everything that happened, do I Have the energy to force you on me? I don't, you did it yourself and you were satisfied,so what more do you want?”“I want answers, real answers, tell me the truth” I replied, my voice a mixture of frustration and desperation. “What happened last night?”“You don’t remember?” she asked, feigning innocence. “Or are you just pretending, so you can escape the blame?”“I don’t trust
EMMA POV“What's the problem?” Daniel asked, his gaze drifting between me and Ava I smirked back at him so he wouldnt know what we were talking about “We were just discussing something important” I said my voice firm.ROBERT POV“What a long day” I said as I dropped my car keys in front of the table, my hands in between my chest as I zipped off.The phone's screen glared back at me, messages lined up, missed calls pinging in one after another. But I couldn't bring myself to respond. I slouched back in the armchair, sinking into its worn leather. My fingers absentmindedly tapped the armrest, my mind drifting. Everything felt hollow.The door swung open without a knock. Carolyn stood in the doorway, her familiar smirk tugging at her lips as she walked in, balancing two glasses and a bottle of wine.“Welcome, Robert,” she purred, eyes glinting as they trailed over me.I sat up, frowning. “A little privacy would be nice, Carolyn. Knock next time,” I muttered, my voice low, weary. But Ca