"You are misunderstanding things. You can't always distrust me Emma". She looked at him angrily, "How will I? You are the man that bought me, you are the one who tricked me to leave my boyfriend. You don't deserve the trust for now until I find out if it was James that stole the contract. He frowns and bites his lips, "I know everythIng looks bad '', but promises you can trust me. "Emma". "What about you?" She interrupted him, "Are you telling me since we signed that contract, you haven't been seeing another woman. By the way, if I may ask. Why do you quarrel with your ex_wife. I mean Isabella, my friend. I have been asking you this time without a number. You don't want to answer me. "Well, I don't love her", I think I love you so much the first day I saw you and Isabella at your campus gate . But everything just happened so fast after I realized this is not the woman I want to marry. That's why I divorce her. Hmm… I am still not convinced about this matter. I know you can say
Her body was hot, her skin burned, and the sensation she felt was delicious. Her eyes were closing little by little, and when she closed them fully, his eyes welcomed her, and his smile greeted her. His wild movement jerks her off. "I think you are feeling sleepy, sweetie", he kisses her lips and it becomes faster and deeper. She opened her eyes and understood what was happening. Leo was making her… "What are you doing Leo?" she asks in a low tone. "I am making you mine, I can't take it anymore", he was too out of control, he did everything too roughly. "Ah, Leo… he looks at her and smiles, and she forces him to kiss her. She can't resist his kiss, now she just wants him to keep kissing her". She caressed his back while he kissed her neck, she heard him say something, and she couldn't understand what he was saying. She separates him from her. "What do you say?" she looked into his eyes, she liked his half-open mouth. She caressed his lip with her finger. She said nothing, he su
As they were inside the car heading to their destination,Emma looked through the window, she remembered how Leo handled her over the night.The music which was playing inside the car pulled her into a calm that felt worlds away from the wildness of the night before. But Leo’s presence beside her kept her from drifting too far into her thoughts. Every now and then, she felt his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze brushing against her skin even though he said nothing. She glanced over, catching him in the act, and saw his lips curl into that familiar smirk. Emma never wanted to admit how the look made her feel. How it catches a fire that seemed steamed just down the surface.“You like staring at me, don’t you?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.Leo smiled, “who is staring at you?” I am just looking at how the environment is so neat.Emma smiled. “Indeed. I see”. She rolled her eyes but felt her heart excited. He had a way of making her feel like she was the only person in the room—or the c
As the morning broke through the curtains, Emma was awake. Her mind was still replaying what happened at the lake. Her heart leap, and she stared over Leo. Who was sitting at the window? “You’re awake,” he said without turning, his voice calm but with a trace of warmth that made her smile. Emma stretched, her body still tingling from the intensity of their kiss. “Barely,” she teased, pulling the blanket closer around her. “You, have a good night." “Did you?” Emma could not hide her feelings. "Well, I slept well." She answered. Leo laughed quietly. Moving closer to her. “Good”. Emma, Leo called out. Richard and Isabella are outside waiting for us. You know we have a lot to do. Really, they always wake up early. “I don't think they sleep like normal people." “Leo smiled; Isabella always wakes up early; that's how she behaved when she was my ex-wife." Let's go and meet them. This is a story for another day. By the time Leo and Emma stepped outside They met Isabella and Richard sip
Emma felt something shift inside her as Leo's thumb brushed against her hand. It wasn’t just his touch—it was the quiet certainty in his expression that made her chest tighten. The sound of waves lapping against the shore filled the silence between them. Deal?” Emily whispered. Leo smiled gently as his eyes twinkled. "Deal" to hold at this moment. Her heart skipped, but before she could alter anymore. A strange voice interrupted them. They turned to see the person who was approaching them. "Emma," James called out. Emma glanced at James. “Are you surprised to see me here?” James asked. “How did you know?” I am here, James. Emma questioned. James laughed out loud. You think I can't trace you. You left me because I don't have money to give you to take care of your sick mother. James, what do you mean by that? Emma asked, "Really?" You are out of your senses by asking me that. James extended his hand to Leo. It is a pleasure to meet you again. Leo, thank you for taking my girlfr
As the sun went down the horizon. Emma and Leo continued to stand there, their gazes locked as the tension between them set and flowed like the waves at their feet. Emma’s mind raced, the echoes of James’s words ringing in her ears. She had spent years burying the guilt of how things had ended with James, convincing herself it was the only choice she could make to save her mother. But now, seeing him again, all those emotions came rushing back. “Emma,” Leo said softly, breaking the silence. “Let’s head back.” She hesitated, looking out at the ocean. “I just need a minute,” she said. “I’ll catch up with you.” Leo’s forehead furrowed, his protective instincts clearly warring with his desire to give her space. Finally, he nodded. “Don’t take too long.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before turning and heading back toward the villa. As Leo’s figure disappeared down the beach, Emma let out a long breath. The events of the day played over and over in her mind—Leo’s possessiveness
As the sun rose in the sky, Emma made a silent promise to herself. She would find a way to confront her past, to make peace with her choices. And no matter what happened, she would do it on her own terms.Early morning, as the golden light stretched over the beach. Emma stood with Isabella, her mind wrestling with questions she had buried for years. The crashing of the waves felt like the only steady rhythm in her otherwise chaotic thoughts. She turned to Isabella, who remained quiet, her gaze focused on the sea as though it held answers neither of them could find. Emma wanted to believe that she could make peace with her choices, but the lingering weight of James’s words and Leo’s growing tension made that feel impossible. “What if I can’t make peace with it?” Emma finally asked, breaking the silence. Isabella gave her a sidelong glance, her expression softening. “Then you face it, Emma. Head-on. Running from the past never works—it always catches up with you eventually.” Emm
As he left the room, Emma sank onto the bed, her head in her hands. The room was quiet as James left, the sound of the door clicking shut reverberating in Emma’s ears. She sat quietly on the bed, her mind spinning. James’s words lingered to her thoughts like mist that refused to lift. "You don’t owe him your happiness." Emma shook her head as if she could physically dislodge the thought. She pushed herself off the bed and walked to the balcony.. As the wind ruffled her hair, her phone buzzed on the table. She hesitated before picking it up, seeing her mother’s name flash across the screen. For a moment, Emma considered ignoring the call. She wasn’t ready to hear her mother’s voice—too many memories, too much guilt. But then, guilt had been her constant companion for years, so what difference would one more conversation make? She answered. “Hi, Mom.” “Oh, Emma!” her mother exclaimed, her voice warm but tinged with longing. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about m
The morning came quietly, with the first light spilling through the windows like a gentle invitation. Thomas woke up,for a moment, he stayed in bed, watching Emma as she slept. Her face was peaceful, framed by the soft tangle of her hair. He didn’t want to disturb her. Rising carefully, he dressed and stepped out into the hallway. The house was still and calm. He passed Lily’s room, peeking in to find her sprawled across her bed.Her small snores made him smile. In the living room Thomas sat on the couch savoring the quiet place.These moments had become precious to him, a time to breathe before the day unfolded. Something caught his eye: a picture of three figures standing under a tree, holding hands. A sun and a smiling cloud hovered above them. At the bottom, in wobbly letters, she had written, “My family”. Thomas picked up the drawing, his chest tightening with emotion. This simple piece of art felt like a reflection of everything they’d built together. “Daddy?” Lily’s voi
Thomas stood by the window in the living room, watching the sun climb higher into the sky. The light danced on the glass, and for a moment, he felt a calmness settle deep inside him. Emma appeared, carrying pancake. She handed one to him and leaned against the window frame, gazing outside. “It’s a beautiful day,” she said, her voice gentle. Thomas nodded, taking a sip. “It is. Feels like a good day for something simple.” Emma glanced at him, her lips curving into a soft smile. “Something simple? What did you have in mind?” “Nothing planned,” he admitted. “Maybe just letting the day unfold, spending it with you and Lily.” Emma tilted her head thoughtfully. “I like that idea.” From the hallway, Lily’s voice called out, breaking the quiet. “Mommy, Daddy! Can we have pancakes for breakfast?” Emma chuckled, pushing off the window frame. “Guess that’s how we’ll start.” Thomas followed her to the kitchen, where Lily was already dragging a chair to the counter. Her hair was
The air in the house was soft and warm, filled with the quiet hum of everyday life. Thomas sat in his study, the faint scratching of his pen on paper the only sound breaking the stillness. He wasn’t working on contracts or plans tonight. Instead, he was writing a letter a habit he’d taken up recently. There was something grounding about the simplicity of writing by hand, capturing thoughts with ink. He leaned back, reading over the lines. The words felt honest, reflecting the steady gratitude he’d grown to carry each day. Folding the letter, he tucked it into his notebook and set it aside. The clock on the wall showed it was nearing Lily’s bedtime. Thomas rose, stretching as he made his way to the living room. Emma was curled up on the couch, a book in her hands. Her hair was pulled back loosely, and she looked up with a smile when he walked in. “Finished your writing?” she asked, closing her book. Thomas nodded, settling beside her. “For now. How’s your story coming along?”
The days that followed were calm, a welcome change from the whirlwind Thomas and his family had endured. The quiet felt foreign at first, as if the tension of recent weeks still lingered in the air. Yet, with each passing day, Thomas allowed himself to lean into the stillness. Morning sunlight spilled through the office windows as Thomas sat at his desk, a steaming cup of hot coffee in hand. His schedule was mercifully light, leaving him with time to catch up on work that had been neglected. Greg knocked softly before stepping inside. “Morning, Thomas. Thought I’d check in.” Thomas gestured for him to sit. “Morning. Everything good on your end?” Greg nodded, handing over a file. “Security reports, just routine checks. No issues to note.” Thomas flipped through the pages, scanning the concise updates. He closed the file and set it aside. “Thanks, Greg. Let’s keep the protocols steady for now, but I think we can start scaling back gradually.” “Will do,” Greg said, standing
The days rolled on, quieter now, yet Thomas couldn't shake the feeling that peace was fragile. Isabella’s note replayed in his mind, each word sharp and deliberate. Her sudden retreat didn’t sit well, but he wanted to believe it was genuine. That morning, the office buzzed with routine energy, a stark contrast to the tension that had dominated in recent weeks. Thomas stood by the window, the city stretched out before him. His reflection in the glass mirrored his unease. “Thomas,” Greg’s voice broke through his thoughts. “You’ve got a moment?” Turning, Thomas waved him in. Greg carried a file, his expression unreadable. “Still nothing from Isabella,” Greg began, setting the file on the desk. “But there’s a small issue we need to discuss. It’s probably unrelated, but I’d rather not dismiss it outright.” Thomas frowned, flipping open the file. Inside were photographs of security footage of a woman entering a building downtown. Her face was obscured by shadows, but the resemblan
The next few days passed without any sign of Isabella, and for the first time in a while, Thomas allowed himself a moment to breathe. He had taken every precaution, ensuring that his family and company were protected. Security was on high alert, and the team had strict instructions to report any unusual activity. Thomas sat in his office, reviewing reports, when Greg walked in with an update. “Morning, Thomas,” Greg said, holding a small envelope. “This just came in for you.” Thomas frowned, taking the envelope. It was plain, with no return address. He opened it carefully, pulling out a handwritten note. The message was brief: I’ve decided to leave. You’ve made yourself clear. Best of luck to you and your family. It was signed simply, Isabella.Thomas stared at the note, his jaw tightening. He handed it to Greg, who read it quickly. “Do you think she means it?” Greg asked. Thomas leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the desk. “It’s hard to say. Isabella’s un
Thomas sat in his car outside the office for a moment before heading inside. His encounter with Isabella had left him rattled, and the tension in his chest hadn't eased. He clenched the steering wheel tightly, replaying their conversation in his mind. There was something off about her, something unsettling. After taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the car and made his way to the office. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the building as he entered. The usual hum of activity greeted him, but it felt distant, muffled by the weight of his thoughts. Greg was waiting for him near his office. “She left, but I doubt it’s the last we’ll see of her,” Greg said grimly. Thomas nodded. “We need to keep an eye on this. Let security know she’s not allowed in without my approval.” “Understood,” Greg replied. “Do you think she’s after something specific?” Thomas frowned. “It’s too soon to tell, but I don’t trust her motives. Make sure the team knows to stay alert.” Gre
Thomas woke up early the next morning, the pale light of dawn spilling through the curtains. He lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, his mind heavy with thoughts about Isabella. The day before had stirred memories he’d long pushed away, but now they refused to leave him. Emma shifted beside him, still asleep, her breathing soft and even. He glanced over at her peaceful face and sighed quietly. He hated the idea of dragging her into something she hadn’t asked for, but there was no way around it.Slipping out of bed carefully, he made his way to the kitchen. The house was quiet as he put on the kettle, the faint hum of the appliance filling the space. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat at the table, hands wrapped around the warm mug. His thoughts wandered back to Isabella. Why had she resurfaced? What did she want from his family or his company? It didn’t sit right. He had seen her kind before people who created trouble and disappeared, only to return when it suited th
Thomas sat at his desk, the soft hum of his office as background noise. The morning had been busy with meetings, and now the afternoon sun was filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room. His fingers drummed lightly on the edge of his desk as he glanced over the contract in front of him. He had been reviewing the details all morning, ensuring everything was in order before signing. His phone rang, breaking his concentration. He reached for it and answered with his usual professional tone. “Hello, Thomas speaking.”“Hi, Thomas. It’s Greg. I’ve got an update on the contract deal,” Greg’s voice came through, sounding slightly rushed. Thomas sat up straighter. “Go ahead. What’s the news?”“Well, it looks like everything is good on our end,” Greg continued. “We’ve gone over the terms again, and it seems like they’re willing to move forward with the deal. Just waiting on the final signatures.”“Good to hear,” Thomas said, his mind already moving to the next steps.