Emelia's POV
I rushed out of the room in panic. Damien's words were echoing in my head. It triggered painful memories I had kept buried inside me. The only time Damien had ever said those words to me was on our wedding day, in front of all the Paparazzi whom he wanted to believe that he was marrying me because he wanted to, and not because it was all a plan to aid my sister in taking everything from me. How much I would have given to have him say I love you to me and mean them. But knowing how impossible that was, I was ready to never hear him say it again.' I love you baby 'Why? What reason did he have to say that? It's not like I had anything he would want. Perhaps he said it in the heat of the moment. But My Ex husband was a playboy, he only changed after falling in love with Sasha. Sex shouldn't have been able to make him so loose tongued. I was feeling very disgusted with myself. I walked slowly to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I rubbeEmmett is pissed, and it's not at his Sister in-law. He could never hold a grudge against Emelia, she was just a victim in this story, Damien was the villain here. Having her seated beside him, curled up and fast asleep provoked a possessive instinct inside him which he had kept buried through the years of her marriage to his Comatose brother. He loves her, as much as he had tried to deny it when the feelings had first started to develop. He discovered later on that what he felt towards her wasn't in any way Platonic. No, he wants her as a man wants a woman. And that was Emmett's own secret to carry to his grave. The fact that he had been in love with his brother's wife for years. He remembered vividly the day his mother had brought Emelia home. A girl that was barely an adult at the time and looked like she had been through hell and back. He had felt pity for her, but that was all. He was disgusted when he learnt that his mother planned to marry the strange woman to his older brot
Emelia's POV I made a mistake. I dug a hole for myself which I can't crawl out of. Now I wishes I had listened to that part of my heart that had warned me to stay away from Damien from the very beginning, because now that I had a taste, I could hardly get him out of head ' I love you so much baby ' A confession, one that might have simply been spoken out of the heat of the moment. Perhaps he said it to every woman that took his cock into her mouth and gave him a mind numbing orgasm. There was a high chance I was merely over thinking everything, and that his words hadn't meant shit. But I couldn't stop thinking, I found myself wishing that perhaps his confession was true, that he might still have feelings for me. ' What then? If he did have feelings, was I willing to give everything I had worked so hard for just to risk being hurt again?' I loved him, even after he broke my heart I could never stop thinking about him for even a moment. Even now as I laid on the bed beside my l
' Mine. She is mine!' The realisation hit me hard the moment I took in the woman appearance. I had been so overcome by a sense of surprise and glee that I hadn't been able to control myself, I had scared her off. This day was just meant for me to sulk and take out my frustration on anything I could get my hands on, I didn't expect Emelia to come here. Perhaps all along I was preparing myself to pet go of her, the last thing I wanted was to get her involved in my messy life, not when I knew that My brother was still out there, possibly plotting his comeback. I should have put him down completely when I had the chance. Now that I had Emelia in my eyes, holding her close as she sobbed at the thought of losing me, I felt stupid for not realising it earlier. The attraction I felt for her, being unable to resist her no matter how hard I tried, the fact that she smelt heavenly. It was all a giveaway of her true identity, She was my woman, I had desired her all along but was merely trying
Emelia's POVI hadn't wanted my moment with Damien to come to an end, but I knew I had responsibilities I couldn't ignore. At Least now I knew what I wanted, and that the man I loved cared about me as well. It wasn't a hoax, I could let go of all my grievance of the past. But the moment I walked through the door and was faced with Molly Walker in the living room, I realised that perhaps things might not end as smoothly as I had thought. I was hoping I would break the news of my divorce to her over the phone.It was a cowardly move, but I couldn't stand seeing the hurt look on her face, this was the woman who had taken me in when the world seemed to have spat me out after fucking me over. However I could no longer continue to be the counterfeit daughter in law she painted to the media. I wanted a life of my own, to be happy, and I could only achieve that by clearing up the mess I created." Molly " I approached her. Molly Walker looked over at me, she didn'
Emelia's POVI stare at him, my mouth wide open. I had no idea what the hell I was going to say to that. I had merely assumed that the moment Winter woke up, our contract would become annulled. Who would have thought he would want me to stay. " But why? You are well now, more than capable of handling your affairs. You don't need me for anything "" Like I said, I remember you. You make me comfortable, with you it almost feels like I hadn't been unconscious throughout most of my life. I know we don't know each other that well, but that can be fixed with time. I want you to stay, I swear that you won't lack anything "" It's not about the Money. What ic this isn't the life I wanted, to be a pretend wife to a Billionaire "" What are you saying? " He tilts his head. His hair framed his face, Though I ( sometimes Agatha ) always kept it short, Winter's hair grew fast. I worried he would be uncomfortable before, but now I found that the bangs actually suited him well. He was the kind of ma
Ashton's POV ' Don't Kill Him, Fucking Don't ' That was the chant that rang in my head as I walked behind Winter and Emelia. The Bastard had his arm wrapped around her, and the sight of it had my blood boiling. It was hard keeping a straight face when all I wanted was to tear his arm off her. And to think I had woken up in a Good mood this morning. I was looking forward to coming to see my Woman, having her in my company. But I had received a call from a panicked Deric earlier. The Media was wild with the news of Winter's miraculous recovery, every TV channel was reporting about it. I remembered clenching onto the remote so hard that it had broken to pieces. It seemed to me at that moment that I was about to lose something I cherished greatly. I tried to call Emelia, but she wanted to pick up, which made me panic. I came to his Company without thinking twice about it. Fuck, was this some kind of curse from the heavens? Just when I thought I had what I had desired to myself, her
Emelia's POVIt was so intense, so intense. Damien was down on his knees, one of my thighs thrown over his shoulder, His mouth working my pussy so well. He knew exactly what to do, knew what strokes of his tongue would have me moaning like a complete slut. He teased and tantalised me, making me feel things I had never felt before. His tongue was like magic, moving in the most erotic dance. Damien might be an asshole, but damn was he good with his mouth" Mhm..." I was doing my best to hold back the moans that threatened to escape me. How could I forget that we were doing this in a public bathroom where anyone can walk in and catch us in the act. But there was something about that thought that made me more excited, I never knew I was the kinky sort to take pleasure in risky sex. But Damien was bringing out a part of me I never knew existed. " Damien...fuck..."Damien glanced at me while his mouth continued sucking and lapping at my pussy. His eyes were dark and glazed over, the Green o
Emelia's POVIt must have been the guilt, the haunting truth that I had sex with another man in the same Company my husband owned. But I felt the need to make it up to Winter, though there's not much I can do to change my mistake. I kept telling myself that our marriage was merely a contract, we didn't know each other at all and were basically strangers. But I was only trying to make myself feel better by thinking this. When I got back from the Company, I took a long bath and dressed in comfortable clothes, then I came downstairs to dismiss the Cook so I could prepare a meal for Winter myself.My cooking skills were in no way compared to that of Rosanne, who was a master chef, Molly had personally hired her after Winter's recovery, though Winter was barely interested in food, he merely ate because it was necessary. Nothing seemed to interest my husband except for work, and maybe me...., but that was the issue wasn't it? Winter's interest in me was one thing keeping us from getting a d