Boss, waylen's missing

Chapter 13

Emma's POV

I stood there, my fist clenched in anger and pain, as I remembered Michael's passionate declaration of love for that woman. It hurt, especially after our kiss just moments before ; a kiss that came after five years of waiting. He hadn't even hugged me, and now he was telling Ambrose how much he loved Freya, but his eyes told a different story.

"I want to make her pay," I whispered, my voice trembling with rage. "I want to crush her and make her cry. I want to make her feel miserable." A warm hand on my back interrupted my venomous thoughts, and for a moment, I wished it was Michael, declaring his love for me. But the hand belonged to Ambrose, his eyes filled with a mix of pity and anger as he gazed at me. "Ambrose..." I choked, my voice cracking as tears streamed down my face.

"I love him," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I love Michael... so much. Why is he defending his marriage to Freya?" I asked, desperately. "You told me it was all a sham, didn't you?" I pleaded, trying to wipe away my tears.

Ambrose's expression turned serious. "That's exactly why you need to be rational right now. If you show weakness, they'll take advantage of you. You need to be strong, Emma, and fight for yourself."

But his words didn't sink in. I was too sad, and I crumbled into tears once more.

"I never thought I'd have to fight for Michael," I sobbed. "We've been through so much together. I know I left him, but is this really the punishment I deserve?"

"Emma!" Ambrose snapped, his patience running out. "What's wrong with you? Can't you see what's going on? Michael doesn't love Freya; he's only with her for the inheritance. I can prove it to you," he said, his words hanging in the air.

I felt a surge of anxiety as I waited for him to continue. "But I can't guarantee his feelings will remain the same towards you if you don't do something to stop them. Don't be stupid, Emma," he warned, his concern for me evident in his tone.

I closed my eyes, feeling a mix of emotions.I took a deep breath, finally coming into a conclusion. I wouldn't let anyone take Michael away from me. If he wasn't willing to fight for our love, I would. Even if it meant temporarily distancing myself from him to ultimately bring him closer.

"What do you need me to do?" I asked, a newfound determination in my voice.

Ambrose's lips curled into a triumphant smile, and I could sense his approval.

"That's my Emma," Ambrose said, his eyes gleaming with approval. "I've always known you as a strong woman." I forced a smile, but inside, I was torn. Joining forces with Ambrose felt like a betrayal, but if it meant winning Michael back, I was willing to do it.

Five years ago, I had run from Michael, abandoning him without a word. Fear had consumed me after the accident, and I had let it dictate my actions. But now, I was ready to fight for him, no matter the cost.

Ambrose's words echoed in my mind: "You don't have to be weak, Emma. You have the strength within you. No one will take what's yours from you." I nodded, a newfound determination coursing through my veins.

"Come here," Ambrose said, leading me to a quieter spot. I followed, my heart pounding with anticipation, ready to take the first step in reclaiming what was mine.

"So, here's the plan," Ambrose said. "Don't worry about Raymond and Alexis; they're on my side. I need you to get me evidence of Michael's contract marriage. Something that will prove his guilt in a court of law."

My heart skipped a beat. "Law court? You mean, Michael could go to jail?" I exclaimed, alarm rising within me.

Ambrose gripped my shoulder firmly. "Do you want Freya out of your life, Emma? grandfather seems to adore her. What if Michael decides to claim the inheritance with her by his side? A woman with no connections, gaining all that power and wealth?"

My anger boiled over. "I won't let her take it," I snarled. "Even if it means destroying her. I'll make her life a living hell. I'll do anything to stop her." My determination grew with every mention of Freya's name, fueling my rage.

"I won't let her take it. Even if it means killing her. I will end her pathetic life. I'll do anything to make her life a hell"

I hissed, my anger and determination intensifying.

"Get me a piece of evidence, Emma. Leave the rest to me. I'll do the dirty work" he said, without a feeling of guilt or fear. I've never killed anyone, I only said that to prove how angry I was. But it seems Ambrose has been involved in dirty works, just as he called it.

"I need you to act quickly," Ambrose said. "Michael's hosting an official event in a few months, and Freya will be by his side. I'll make sure she's humiliated and exposed, revealing her true nature to the world and Michael. He'll be forced to deny her, and everyone will be disappointed. You'll get Michael back, as he'll see you in a different light compared to Freya."

I beamed with excitement, delighted at the thought. The thought of Michael apologizing and admitting his mistake in marrying Freya sent shivers down my spine.

"I'm perfect for this task," I said, narrowing my eyes as I imagined Freya's downfall. "She'll regret ever crossing me."

"Everywhere is tense, and Michael is furious. This isn't the right time," Ambrose said. "Freya left after seeing the picture of you and Michael kissing. Well played."

I nodded, a silent affirmation that Freya was no match for me.

"You should head home, Emma. From now on, report everything to me. I'll make sure to reunite you and Michael. My goal isn't to take him away from you, but to deal with that leech," Ambrose said, his tone dripping with disdain.

I wondered why he harbored such anger towards Freya, but it was understandable. She wasn't exactly the most likable person.

"Good night, Ambrose. I'll keep you informed of every detail," I said, watching as he nodded in response.

I took a deep breath and wondered about the mysterious Ambrose. A wealthy and handsome man, yet clothed in secrets. Rumors swirled about his son, born out of wedlock to a mysterious woman ;a former employee, some said. No one had ever met her, and Ambrose's heart remained untouched by love.

The thought surprised me, but I found myself hoping he'd find true love someday. I exhaled slowly, leaving the mansion behind. I expected to catch a glimpse of Michael at the entrance or in the hallway, but he was nowhere to be seen, and it pierced my heart.

*****

Ambrose's POV

I smiled, satisfied with gaining Emma's trust. She thought I'd spare Michael, but in reality, he was going down. Freya, on the other hand, would remain my lovesick, loyal puppet.

I grabbed my keys, ready to leave the mansion. The game was over, and I was bored. As I started the engine, the smooth hum was soothing. I felt victorious, but my celebration was cut short.

My phone rang, breaking the silence. My smile faded when I saw Julia's name flashed on the screen ; Waylen's nanny. I wondered what could be important enough for her to call.

"Boss," Julia called, her voice trembling. My heart began to race as I felt a growing sense of unease.

"Julia, spit it out or I'll strangle you," I snapped impatiently.

"Boss... it's Waylen. He's... he's..." Julia's words trailed off.

"What is it? What's happening?" I demanded, my hand shaking on the steering wheel. What had that little boy done now? Had he sneaked into the dark room he was always curious about?

Julia's next words made my blood run cold: "He's been missing, boss."

I slammed on the brakes, and the car screeched to a halt. "Find him, Julia. If you don't, I'll kill you. And..." I paused, my voice low and menacing, "don't even think about going to my room or anywhere off-limits. You won't like what you'll see."