As Emma emerged from the luxurious spa, her delicately manicured nails bore the feminine touch of baby pink acrylic polish, a subtle elegance that perfectly complemented her understated style. The skilled hands at the hair salon had effortlessly transformed her previously neglected hair into a shimmering cascade, framing her face with renewed vitality.As she surveyed herself in the mirror, a surge of power and confidence coursed through Emma's veins. Standing before her was a woman rediscovered, exuding poise and confidence in herself. She refused to let any heartbreak define her life. Or change who she's supposed to become. Lucas's mother couldn't contain her delight at the sight of Emma's transformation. "Oh my goodness, my son certainly has an eye for beauty. I can only imagine the look on his face when he sees you," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she led Emma into the boutique.Inside the dressing room, a selection of gowns awaited Emma's discerning eye. Ea
With his soothing voice, Lucas's presence calmed Emma's frazzled nerves and enveloped her entire being. "You are truly beautiful," he complimented, his unflinching gaze fixated on her as he gently brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, causing a shy smile to grace her lips.Emma's heart fluttered at his sincerity, a delicate blush gracing her cheeks. "Thank you," she murmured softly, her eyes meeting his as they spoke volumes about the unspoken admiration between them.A subtle shift in Lucas's demeanor caught Emma's attention, his gaze lingering on her as if committing every detail to memory. Warmth rushed through her at his gaze, silently acknowledging the connection between them.Returning the compliment, Emma's words were filled with genuine appreciation. "You look amazing too. If I didn't know you, I would think you were competing in a handsome pageant," she remarked, her eyes tracing the lines of his exquisitely tailored black shirt, a small smile playing on her lips. Sh
With deliberate poise, she brushed against him and flashed a seductive smile, murmuring, "Oh, pardon me." Emma's voice lingered softly in the air.Ethan stood up straight, his smirk growing wider as he gestured towards her. "It's no trouble, beautiful. Are you enjoying the soirée?" He attempted to engage her in idle chatter.Receiving compliments from Ethan Maddox made her stomach turn, but Emma maintained her façade, knowing his predictable moves all too well. These powerful, inebriated men are all the same."I am indeed having a delightful time," Emma innocently replied, tucking her hair behind her ear and exposing her neck. She smiled as Ethan's eyes instinctively traveled to her neck, a faint sense of satisfaction creeping in."May I say, you are the most exquisite woman I have ever laid eyes on," he boldly stated, taking a sip of champagne as a server appeared before him. The other men exchanged knowing nods and took their leave, leaving Emma alone with Mr. Maddox.Returning his
With measured steps, Lucas made his way towards the entrance of the hall, his eyes darting around in search of Emma. He couldn't shake off the guilt of leaving her alone for so long, and he hoped to catch a glimpse of her before he left the hall. But his quick scan proved futile as he stepped outside, greeted by the sight of a beautiful garden with a cascading waterfall.Turning to face Ivanka, Lucas crossed his arms over his chest. "Make it quick. You have three minutes before I go looking for Emma," he announced, watching her frown at the mention of Emma's name."I'm sorry," Ivanka started, twisting her fingers nervously. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I've regretted it every day since....""Five years have passed, and now you're sorry? You regret?" Lucas interrupted, his voice laced with unintentional anger. He kept looking at her, waiting for more of her apology. Five years ago if Ivanka had profusely apologise as she was doing now, he could have forgiven her, accepted her back into
The soft material simultaneously embrace every of her curve. A wicked smirk graced her lips as she slid into the thong underwear that accompanied the lingerie, throwing on a nightgown for cover. She sauntered to the couch.Curling up on the plush bedroom sofa, she listened to the rhythmic tap of Lucas's typing in the adjacent room. She may have drifted off because when she shifted and opened her eyes, Lucas stood before her, observing her slumber." You should be sleeping in the bed," he admonished, assisting her off the couch.Rising slowly, Emma purposely let the nightdress slip off her shoulder and glide to the ground as she made her way to the mattress, the lingerie exposing her voluptuous backside, slightly obstructed by the mesh fabric.Lucas's jaw dropped as his gaze roamed over her, lingering on the delicate lace embellishing her, igniting a primal desire within him. His manhood twitched with fervor at the sight of her, the yearning burning through every inch of his body. He co
Emma nodded in agreement, "Have you considered delegating some of your workload to your personal assistant? I understand that you have been consistently working late, and this is not the first occasion.""My company assistant already has a heavy workload. I need another person to assist me. That's why I suggested you come work for me as my personal assistant, i will pay whatever you request for. With you by my side, I can greatly reduce the stress," Lucas told her, his gaze imploring her to accept his offer. Emma averted her eyes, not wanting to give in to his request.She knew that she needed the job Lucas was offering, but if she could secure a position at Trevor's father's company, she could achieve two goals at once. She could exact her revenge plan while also earning a salary."Why the hesitation?" inquired Lucas, noticing her uncertainty and quietness. "I need time to think it over. Besides, I have an interview to attend first. It would be best if we didn't end up working toget
Emma was unable to comprehend the inner turmoil that Lucas was going through. She had her own troubles as well, she knew what it feels like to be betrayed, what differentiate hers from lucas is that she had chosen to go the extra mile with hers, intending to inflict pain on Trevor. On the other hand, Lucas simply didn't want anyone to bring up the topic of his past experiences."I'm sorry, Lucas. I had no idea. If I had known, I never would have brought it up," Antonio apologized, taking a seat beside them."It's okay. It's on me. I've been a terrible friend, neglecting to check up on you," Lucas sighed. He knew it wasn't Antonio's fault. He was just tired of people constantly bringing up his past, as if opening a wound that was already beginning to heal. It was painful."I tried calling you, Lucas. It never went through. I thought I had offended you or you had blocked me from reaching you, until I found out you had moved to New York," Antonio explained, providing further explanation
A deep voice, none other than Ethan Maddox's, greeted Emma with a simple "Hello, Emma. Ethan Maddox here." Her eyes opened wide as she jolted from her pillow, quickly wiping away any remnants of sleep. She carefully cleared her throat, signaling her attention and concealing her shock.But then, her memory came to her rescue. She had not given her personal number to him, so how was he able to reach her so swiftly?"Hi, I must admit I wasn't anticipating your call, especially since you don't have my number," Emma greeted with a sugary tone, masking her disdain."I have my methods, Emma," Ethan Maddox chuckled, his resonant voice vibrating through the phone. "I couldn't resist reaching out after being so taken by you at the party. Some might say my weakness is lack of patience.""Well, I never realized I was that captivating," Emma jeered, using a sarcastic tone that she knew the older man wouldn't catch onto with his inflated ego.She knew she had every right to retaliate for him obtai
Emma clenched her hands in her lap, her knuckles white. She glanced at Lucas, who gave her a reassuring nod. "You can do this," he mouthed.After what felt like an eternity, it was time for the verdict. The judge's voice was firm, unyielding. "Mario Rodriguez, you are sentenced to a total of fifty years in prison for the rape of Kathy Callum, for human trafficking, drug trafficking, money laundering, and aiding murders. You will be eligible for parole after twenty five years."The courtroom buzzed with murmurs, but Emma barely heard them. She was focused on the look of shock and fury on Mr. Mario's face as he was led away in handcuffs. It was over. Truly over.Tears welled in her eyes, but this time they were tears of relief. Lucas squeezed her hand, and she turned to him, a tentative smile breaking through. "It's finally over," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.He nodded, pulling her into a hug. "You were amazing," he said softly. "So strong."Emma leaned into him, feeling
Emma felt the warm trickle of blood running down the side of her face where the gun had struck her. The metallic scent filled her nostrils as she looked up at Mr. Mario. His grip on her face was ironclad, his face mere inches from hers. His breath was hot and reeked of cigarettes as he hissed, “Don’t make me kill you, Emma. Don’t tempt me.”His voice was low and menacing, and Emma could feel the vibration of his words against her skin. She knew she was probably making the worst decision of her life, but it was the only thing she could think of. With a sudden, desperate resolve, she lunged forward and sank her teeth into his nose. She bit down hard, the taste of blood flooding her mouth, and pulled with all her might until she felt the flesh tear awayMr. Mario’s scream pierced the air, raw and filled with agony. Emma could see the shock and pain in his eyes as he clutched his nose, blood streaming through his fingers. Seizing the moment, Emma summoned every ounce of strength and let o
Emma slowly sat back down in a chair. She took a deep breath and opened the file. Inside, she found a set of documents. As she scanned the pages, her eyes landed on the title: "Dissolution of Betrothal Contract." Her heart pounded as she saw Morgan’s signature at the bottom.Her mind reeled. Why had Morgan changed her mind? What had prompted this sudden shift? Emma leaned back, staring at the papers, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and curiosity. But her relief was unmistakable."What had changed her mind?" Emma whispered to herself, the question lingering as she stepped out of the courtroom.**One month later**Emma stepped out of the hospital with Tina, who had just finished her antenatal check-up. The setting evening sun glinted off the hospital’s glass facade, casting long shadows on the pavement.Emma got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. “Feeling okay?” she asked as she navigated the car through the parking lot.Tina chuckled, resting a hand on her baby bump.
His lips curled into a sneer. "I'm going to win my case tomorrow. And when I get out, Emma, I'll make sure you pay. I'll kill you, and before that, I'll have my way with you. Brutally. You'll regret everything. You should have stopped when you had the chance."Emma's smile didn't waver, but inside, a shiver ran down her spine. She steadied herself, refusing to let him see any weakness. She knew the case was too good for him to win it. "We'll see about that, Ethan Maddox. How pitiful it is, the once powerful Maddox, stuck in a jail cell." She stood up, adjusting her coat with deliberate grace.As the guards moved to take him away, Ethan's expression shifted, a malicious glint in his eye. "Watch your back, Emma. Mario is still out there, and he's planning something big."Emma paused, her heart skipping a beat, but she didn't turn around. She walked out of the room, the echo of Ethan's words trailing after her.With Mario still roaming out there, she knew everything was truly far from ov
"Cookies or a sandwich?" Emma asked.Tina picked cookies without hesitation. Emma retrieved a pack from the pantry and placed a few on a plate, setting it on the counter next to where they would soon sit with their hot drinks.The kettle began to whistle, steam escaping from its spout as Emma poured the hot water into two waiting mugs filled with cocoa mix. The rich aroma of chocolate filled the air.They sat down at the kitchen table, the silence heavy between them as they sipped their drinks. The warmth of the hot chocolate seeped through Emma's fingers, temporarily soothing her senses.After they finished their drinks and Tina left, Emma returned to the living room. The fatigue of the day washed over her, and she settled onto the couch, her thoughts wandering to Lucas.Hours later, the sound of the front door opening roused Emma from her doze. She blinked sleepily, glancing at the clock—it was a little past seven. Lucas entered the room.He settled beside her on the couch, leaning o
The lady sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping as she collapsed onto the edge of the bed. "Maybe you weren't convincing enough," she suggested. "You should have worn the other more revealing red dress. And maybe you sounded pushy..."Her words faded into the background as Morgan's anger reached a boiling point. With a sudden, ferocious movement, she stood up and crossed the room in two quick strides. Grabbing the lady by the front of her shirt, she lifted her off the bed and slammed her against the nearby wall. The impact sent a dull thud through the room."If you want to pass blame on me for your stupid plans not working," Morgan hissed through gritted teeth, her face inches from the lady's, "you're not going to like how it ends for you."The lady's eyes widened in shock and fear. Her breath came in shallow, rapid bursts. As Morgan's grip tightened momentarily before letting go, the lady slid down the wall, her legs weak beneath her. She straightened herself slowly, smoothing out her
Upstairs, Lucas leaned back in his leather chair, the phone pressed to his ear. Morgan's voice echoed through the line, breaking the silence."We need to see Lucas. It's urgent," Morgan's tone was urgent.Lucas frowned, his brow furrowing. "See me for what?" he asked, his voice guarded.There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Morgan replied, "About Ethan Maddox. There's been a breakthrough, and I thought you should know."Lucas's grip tightened on the phone. Ethan Maddox. He inhaled sharply."Why are you trying to help me?" Lucas's voice was low, contemplative. "It feels like there's more to this than just the case."A soft chuckle came through the line, warm and unexpectedly genuine. "Yes, Lucas," Morgan admitted, her tone unguarded. "I have my reasons. I want you to warm up to me, and if helping with this case will achieve that, then I'm willing to take the risk. I'm really sorry about yesterday, I shouldn't have done that. It's been years, and I should have allo
"This is one of the disk file you gave to us, we would like to watch it with you," the police officer stated and Mrs Veronica nodded.The screen showed a dimly lit kitchen. Mrs. Maria was gagged and tied on the floor, her eyes wide with fear. Ethan Maddox was pacing around, his face twisted in anger, his mouth moving rapidly as he shouted. Although there was no sound, the rage in his body language was unmistakable. Mrs. Maria seemed to be pleading, shaking her head in desperation.The scene escalated quickly. Ethan Maddox grabbed a knife from the counter and, with a swift, brutal motion, slashed at Mrs. Maria's neck. Blood spurted out in gruesome bursts, staining the floor and walls. Mrs. Veronica's breath caught in her throat, her eyes glued to the screen.The officer quickly shut the laptop, her hands shaking slightly. She took a deep breath, her face pale. "This... this is more than enough evidence," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Emma and Lucas sat in the car, parked
Emma inhaled sharply, not expecting what she had just heard. "Does the phone contain information that could help?" She asked and the woman nodded.Emma glanced at Lucas, whose eyes were distant and unfocused, lost in thought.Lucas suddenly stood up from the worn-out couch, his expression resolute. "This is what we're going to do," he said, his voice steady. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, a sign of the stress they were under.Emma watched as he began to pace. "I'm going to call the police, and you're going to speak to them," he continued, "They'll come here and find everything exactly as it is. But this time, we'll take pictures and leak them to the public. That way, they can't cover anything up, especially with the FBI involved." He glanced at the woman, whose eyes widened slightly, a mix of fear in her gaze."We need to make sure they can't hide this," Lucas explained. "You're going to tell them you've been attacked and that you have information they need. When they're clos