Emily
Seven years ago; when I first met Bronn...
Bronn Emily Carter... the woman who lingered in my thoughts long after we last saw each other. Her natural scent, plump lips with a touch of mayonnaise, dark coffee-colored hair, tiny waist, and even the curve of her breast beneath a thick top—all of her simplicity haunted my mind like a persistent virus. Perhaps I was a werewolf in a past life. "Bronn, I know my granddaughter is still too young for you, but it's fine. Sarah is a nice young woman. She's working hard on different things," Grandpa Mitchell interrupted, his weathered face creasing with a knowing smile. As my longtime mentor in finance and stock market strategy, his words held significant influence. "Bronn is doing really well, too. He's made a name for himself in the tech industry. You don't need to worry about either of them," my mom said, smiling nicely. "Thank you for accepting us, Grandpa Mitchell," I simply said. "I will send a thoughtful gift to Sarah," my dad added. Sarah was just sixteen, a detail that ev
Emily Notifying the coffee shop of my emergency, I informed them that I couldn't make it to The Grind. Immediately, I hurried to the hospital where my mom had been admitted. It was there that I encountered Dr. Vanderbilt, my mother's surgeon. Despite his salt and pepper hair, his face defied his age, exuding a handsome charm. "I apologize for reaching out to you so suddenly, Miss Carter," he began gently. "You are listed as the immediate contact for your mother after... your father passed away last month." I sensed Dr. Vanderbilt struggling to maintain composure. My lips quivered. "W-what's going on, doctor?" He guided me to a quiet corner. "Your mother's condition is stable, but we've encountered a different issue. The monthly funds supporting her admission have ceased since last month. As of now, your family owes the hospital twenty thousand dollars." Mixed emotions surged within me—fear, resentment, self-pity... This must be related to my dad's death. Erica must have stoppe
Emily My heart pounded as Mr. Bronn Martin and I stood in the elevator. His fingers had been tracing patterns on my waist for a while, their touch warm and burning against my exposed skin. I remembered his whispers in my ear, "Would you like to join me in my room?" I nodded, meeting his gaze and bringing us to the elevator. Robert accompanied us, calmly carrying his boss's things. When the suite door opened, I was greeted by a beautiful unit. It featured a spacious living area, a kitchen, several rooms, and an outdoor pool surrounded by lush Bermuda grass. I walked to the glass wall, taking in the breathtaking view of the city below. It was hard to believe such a place existed inside a hotel. As I feasted my eyes on the glittering lights outside, I suddenly felt hands squeezing my waist, followed by the warmth of his presence behind me. Mr. Martin's lips brushed against the sensitive curve of my ear, and I closed my eyes, gasping at the heat of his breath against my skin. As I
Emily Bronn's personality was always different whenever we were in bed. The way his dark blue eyes gazed at me, the way he showered my body with kisses, or the way he felt inside me—each moment was uniquely intense. Two years had slipped by almost unnoticed, like sand through an hourglass. My relationship with Bronn is hard to define. Despite lingering doubts, I often convince myself that our arrangement is normal. But I have no right to complain. This is in exchange for the hundred thousand dollars, a luxurious lifestyle, and the prestige of being Bronn Martin's chosen woman! Mr. Thompson, his butler, eyed me curiously while I was reviewing for my finals in the garden. "Is there a problem?" I asked. He cleared his throat. "Nothing to worry about, Miss Emily. Robert informed me that Mr. Martin will be away for another two days due to important business meetings." I nodded, trying to mask my disappointment with a shrug, accustomed as I was to Bronn often being away on business
Emily Evelyn's unwavering support has been invaluable during this challenging time, keeping me grounded as I cope with the immense grief of losing my mother. Despite feeling overwhelmed, I managed to organize my mother's burial surprisingly quickly. It's like a part of me is operating automatically, driven to finish these painful responsibilities. I feel Evelyn's curiosity about Bronn's noticeable absence, but she's chosen to be the supportive friend I need right now, setting aside her worries. Mr. Thompson sent a message asking where I was, showing his concern for me. Evelyn was the one who responded, saying I was in Los Angeles, lifeless in my grief. It took us two more days to finally hold my mother's wake, and Evelyn was with me throughout the entire ordeal. "Would you like to stay with me for now?" Evelyn asked as I took her to a hotel. I nodded. The idea of returning to the empty villa, with its echoing halls and memories, was unbearable. I needed company, and being alone
Sarah “Are you sure you’re going out?” Philip asked, taking the pair of diamond earrings from my hand. With careful precision, he fastened them to my ears. I had taken only one day off to recover from the exhaustion of Madam Cornell's abduction of Jane. The memory of those tense hours still sent a chill down my spine. “I don’t want to just stay here in Serenity Pines," I replied, meeting Philip's worried gaze in the mirror. “I need to prove to my grandfather that I can handle what they left me.” As I spoke, I unconsciously placed a hand on my slightly swollen abdomen, a reminder of the new life growing within me. After securing the earrings, Philip leaned in, placing a tender kiss on the curve of my shoulder. I felt him inhale deeply, savoring my scent. "That's precisely why I feel the need to push myself even harder," he murmured against my skin. “How’s your family? What do they say about your pregnancy?” “I know I disappointed Grandpa Mitchell. He didn’t expect me to get
Sarah Emily was busy with her daughter, so I had no choice but to attend some gatherings that required my presence; they were important events for keeping my social and business connections strong. Philip returned to the Luminary Production's office to handle pressing issues, and everything seems to be going well, except for Jane, who is still on vacation. As I was leaving Serenity Pines, I chose Josh to accompany me to the Elite Annual Business Gala. I hadn't spoken to him for quite some time because Philip had been keeping an eye on me at the villa. The truth is, Josh and I have nothing to hide, but I feel like a wife keeping a secret with her lover. Josh's life is complicated, and it's not my place to disclose his background to everyone. "I heard that Jane is still in recovery," Josh started, his eyes fixed on the winding road ahead, hands steady on the steering wheel, driving me to a hotel in a nearby town. "Yeah… she enrolled in therapy and counseling. I hope everything work
Sarah As the mother and daughter vanished from the reporters' sight, they turned their attention to me, coming closer with a blend of surprise and barely concealed hostility. "Mr. Martin!" Lila's eyes held admiration as she recognized my ex-fiancé standing beside me. I arched an eyebrow, seeing her reddened cheeks. "What are you doing here?" Margarette, my dad's new wife, asked with a hint of panic in her voice, glancing at Bronn. Bronn's presence at the gathering wasn't surprising given his reputation. What really surprised them was my unexpected appearance beside him. I allowed a smirk to play on my lips. "Surprised to see the real Sarah Benner in this gathering?" Lila's anger twisted her face, her composed façade crumbling. "Ha! You're just being funny! It's your fault for hiding away! You should be thanking me for keeping your name relevant!" This woman is beyond being ridiculous. I could easily dismiss them as being brainless. I ignored Lila's outburst, focusing my attenti