LOGIN[I don't want to die, but I'm tired of picking myself up every time I fall. Won't you please carry me?] Emilie is bullied because of her selective mutism. The popular girls at her college think she is a freak who won't survive the real world since she won't speak up for herself. One day, they steal her clothes at a pool party and force her to venture out dressed in only a towel. She knocks on a random door without knowing it's Brandon Brooks's home. He is the most popular guy at her college - rich and attractive - and she is convinced he won't help her. Brandon thinks she is a loser like everyone else, but there is one thing Emilie doesn't know about him: he isn't heartless.
View More"Anisel, I love your brother, but he is getting to a line that can't be crossed. This is not the first time he disobeyed a direct order from his commander." I said as I rubbed my hands in my hair.
"I can't argue with that, my love. You really outdid yourself, huh, Joshua? I don't want to believe it."Me either. Joshua has been causing problems since he joined. We tried our best to help, but he dug deeper into a hole. The Americans are not to be messed with-- and we got them locked in our cells!! Red flag!! That is a major red flag!! They were in black cars and came out with black clothing. Nobody recognized them as they weren't passing by.These people were looking for Anisel and me, which was weird as we had no visitors scheduled. But here they come ruining our day. Great start. Somehow the girl knew Joshua and Anisel's names like they had unfinished business to do– which they did; I knew something was going on. I didn't want to believe Joshua because it did not make sense."I will speak to the prisoners and look for answers. Join me when you are done, my love." I told Anisel. I got up from the chair, and Hamon and Mikhal helped me to the door. Anisel kissed me on the forehead on the way out. I could tell they all were nervous for my safety. When I arrived, my servants waited at the entrance as they weren't allowed in the cells.Mikhal made sure I had what I needed before standing inside. That was sweets– delicious savory goodies. I've been craving sweets more than ever, especially pickles with caramel. Yum!! Don't knock it until you try it. I searched around as I hadn't been down here in years. It was a reason– my mother didn't want to see. When walking, every prisoner gazed as I walked down."You are a piece of shit, you know that, your Highness," one of them said."Excuse me. I didn't tell you to step into my kingdom, did I??""This is a crime!! Kidnapping can leave your kingdom's downfall." He stated. This is not kidnapping if they threaten us first. Plus, I didn't take them by force. Now, with that out the way, we got to business. They have to state who they are; that is all I want. The prisoners turned their heads and said nothing.They can play hard to get all they want; I must bring out my tools. One of the guards brought a bucket of boiling water. They tried to stay calm, but their eyes said otherwise. They better tell me something or be burned to death. Torturing is not my thing, but I have no choice at times. I asked the question again.Once again, he backed up and faced away from me. Ugh, we won't get anywhere with this. I ordered the guard to toss the water into the cell. You can hear the sizzling sound from his burning skin. The sound of screaming brings music to my ears. "We—we—we're from a federal agency," he stuttered."Strike one," I said as I snapped my fingers, and another bucket was thrown. I wanted him to try again because lying doesn't help."We are soldiers from the US military, special forces. Our captain was the woman that your guard shot in the leg." He stated. The Army?? Why is the Army here?? What did Joshua and Hazel do?!?! Footsteps were coming my way– Anisel came in with snacks.When he handed me my daily cravings, I told him what had been said. He had the same look as me– why?? Anisel has never stepped foot in the US or had any ties with the military. If that's true, then how do they know their names? It was just a guess, as our name is common in Satia. What a sack of shit; he is just toying with us, and it is getting on my nerves.Anisel snatches a knife from a soldier's pocket. He ordered the guard to grab him from the cell and tie him up. He placed the knife around the soldier's throat when they were done. Strike two– he needs to correct himself, or things will be messy. Who were they?? The guy tilted his head back to avoid the knife. If Anisel wants answers, he must let go and talk to their captain.I placed my hand over my face to relax from this tense situation. Until I heard a scream, Anisel stabbed him in the leg, and blood oozed like jelly. "Strike three. We are tired of your bullshit! Tell us what we need to know, or that whole gallon of boiling water will be cooking your skin. We don't have time to play." he said thoughtfully. I love when he gets like this– it's kind of hot.The soldier was shaking in fear at this point. "Fine! Our boss is from Satia, a citizen at the time when your parents were on the throne. She was working with these thieves that agreed to steal the crown. When she got there, it was already taken by those two. Her life went downhill after that– his family owns her 2.3 million in cash."Anisel's eyes widened to the point where they would jump out of the socket. The Diamond wasn't worth that much. It cost about 600,000 £, which converts into 600.00 American dollars. It won't put a dent in the money they owe. They would have to steal the Royal Mint Diamond of Satia. It is a jewel that has been passed down for generations. It is a mint-colored diamond which is very rare. It has been locked up for years in the vault."I meant the Royal Mint. Someone stole it a few years ago."Wait a minute; the Royal Mint is supposed to be locked up with high security. The brothers weren't near it– I was supposed to be told about this. So nobody is aware of the loss of the Royal Mint??? My whole body couldn't move; if they had stolen the jewel, their lifestyle would have been different.My eyes faced Anisel, who didn't say a word. It wasn't the brothers who stole it– he was talking about their parents!!! So they did accomplish something, which is our death– our faith in the kingdom.EmilieI’m wearing a white dress, but it isn’t a wedding dress. This one is a soft thing I found at a nice store, since I don’t want Brandon to waste too much money on me. It has fluttery sleeves and little embroidered hearts along the hem that Laura made fun of and then told me I looked “disgustingly adorable” in.Also, I’m wearing heels!Which is why Brandon is currently holding me upright by the armpits while muttering, “This is the worst idea you’ve ever had.”“Not true,” I say through clenched teeth. “I once tried to make Alfredo sauce in a toaster oven.”Brandon stares down at me, handsome face turning pale. “…Woman, how are you still alive?”“Luck. Love. My sheer inability to die out of spite.”Old Brandon would roll his eyes at me. My Brandon? His whole face goes soft. “You are such a strange one.”That cracks me up. “I am, but…I get the feeling you like that.”“I do…that’s the problem.”“Problem?”“Mhm, I love you too much, Emilie.”“There is no such thing as too much.”“Bett
BrandonEmilie is still sleeping soundly when I came up…or at least I think she is. Her face is pressed into my chest, and there is a stupid, cute grin on her face. I wonder what she is dreaming about? Her fingers are moving over my abs, and I bet her dreams are innocent—“So ripped…” …okay, so she is definitely not THAT innocent, but I don’t complain. Sweet little baby is dreaming about ME and—“Carl…”WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK? WHO IS CARL????I glare down at Emelie, one second about to shake her awake and demand answers, when I hear her giggling into my skin. She then lifts her chin and grins. “Good morning,” he murmurs. My pulse is thumping at an incredible rate. I am not calm. Part of me wants to grab her and ask who the hell she is dreaming about, but the little grin on her face makes me realize that she knew what she did. “You little shit,” I growl. “You said Carl in your sleep just to rattle me, didn’t you?”Emilie laughs in delight when I ruffle her hair. Then she hugs me harde
BrandonThis might be the best night of my life. Would thought I would ring the cute nerd?Not me, but now I have, and I love it. My baby girl is still laughing when we get through the door. That soft, breathy sound she makes when she is embarrassed. I think she is delighted too. She must be. She has that look. The one that says the world is moving too fast for her to keep up.Perfect. This might make her wild. Good for me.I want her to let loose. “I still can’t believe I puked on your suit,” Emilie groans, tugging her heels off by the door.I kick off my shoes, watching her flushed face and nervous smile. Does she even realize how gorgeous she is? How she is my everything? Her hair is coming undone from the makeover, framing her flushed cheeks like she just got fucked in the backseat of a car.It makes me want her so much more to the point that it is painful. Everything inside of me is begging me to swallow up the space between us. I do. Emilie watches me, still barefoot, still
BrandonToday is the day. I have taken Emilie to a luxurious restaurant and now I want to tell her that I love her. I’m not sure when I fell for her, but what I do know is that she is the reason I’m not drowning myself in alcohol. After my mother passed away, Emilie was the sun keeping me alive—my cheerleader.She is special to me, and I want her to know her, but I suck with words. I’m a meathead, and tonight, I seem to have entered extra pussy-territory. Not a single word has left my lips all night. I’m too busy blushing over Emilie’s looks and her smiles, which is odd.This isn’t my first time seeing a pretty woman, but for some reason, Emilie looks even more stunning tonight. But I’m not the only one who has noticed. We have this good-looking waiter that keeps popping up at our table every second, and it’s pissing me off. Can’t a guy seduce his future wife in peace? The waiter is ruining everything!Right on cue, the bloke shows up by our table. He is as unwanted as a pimple in the
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