All Chapters of The Billionaire's Serendipitous Love : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Emily's POV: "But anyway, prepare your singing voice." He added, and with that, I could guess where we were headed. Karaoke. My heart sank, and I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me. I was not exactly the next American Idol. "Is it a karaoke?" I tried to sound casual despite my growing unease. "Maybe, prepare your singing voice." A small smile played on his face. That was all the confirmation I needed. We were going to a karaoke place. I could feel my anxiety spiking at the thought of singing in front of people. "Maybe you should be the one to prepare your voice, I'm always ready." I feigned a smirk, hoping to hide my true feelings. "Oh?" His eyes sparkled with amusement. "You would be so surprised." He added with a small laugh. "Little information, I was part of the choristers in church back then." He continued. "Really?" A small smile appeared on my face. "Yes, Little Liam, with a suit every Sunday, with that bass voice..." We both burst o

Ethan's POV: I felt a knot in my stomach as I paced back and forth in front of the clock. Where was Emily? She had promised to return today, and now she was nowhere to be found. I tried calling her again, but her phone went straight to voicemail. I left another message, trying to keep my voice calm. As the minutes ticked by, my anxiety grew. Something must have happened to her. I thought about our last conversation, wondering if I had missed something. Had she hinted at any problems? I racked my brain, but nothing came to mind. I knew Emily was a grown woman and could take care of herself, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of worry. Maybe she had simply slept over at a friend's place, but she could have at least called me. I tried not to be overly concerned, but I was deeply worried that something dangerous might have happened to her. I prayed and hoped that everything was okay. I decided to head to the kitchen to make a cold coffee, hoping the familiar ritual would calm

Emily's POV: "Here, change into something fresh." Liam offered, walking over to his closet. "You can borrow my shorts and a T-shirt." "But I'd be swimming in them!" I exclaimed, playfully making a distressed face, exaggerating the idea that his clothes would be way too big for me. He chuckled and teased. "You'd look adorable in them, I promise!" I rolled my eyes, laughing, and said. "You're just trying to distract me from my embarrassment, aren't you?" He grinned mischievously and replied, "Maybe a little, but seriously, you'd rock the oversized look!" I playfully shook my head, still smiling, and said, "You're impossible, Liam." He chuckled and handed me a crisp white t-shirt and a pair of worn denim shorts. "Come on, change into these. I promise you'll be the cutest thing I've ever seen." I took the clothes, feeling a bit silly, but also grateful for his kindness. I slipped into the dressing room, swapped my clothes for Liam's, and gazed at my reflecti

Emily's POV "Do you know why you're here?" Her eyes pierced through mine. I was taken aback, unsure of how to respond. My mind went blank as I struggled to find the right words. I simply stared at her, my expression frozen in confusion. The silence between us grew thicker, heavy with unspoken questions and accusations. "Answer me!" she demanded. Her voice rose in anger. "Do you know why you're here?" she asked again, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. The air was electric with tension as she leaned forward, her face inches from mine. I could feel her breath on my skin, and her words hung in the air like a challenge. I shook my head, still unsure of what to say, and her expression darkened even further. "Don't play dumb," she snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. "You know exactly why you're here. Stop pretending you don't." Her anger was palpable, and I felt a surge of fear as I realized I was at her mercy. "I signed a proxy marriage for my sister." I s

Emily's POV: Ethan's words hit me like a ton of bricks, shattering my already fragile heart into a million pieces. "I didn't know your mom had to pay for you to be here." His voice was laced with a mix of guilt and regret. The truth cut deep, like a knife twisting in my soul. I felt like I was a commodity, a transaction, a payment made to secure some unknown benefit. My eyes stung with fresh tears as I processed the weight of his words. My mom had sold me, bought my presence in his life. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, a game where I was the prize to be won. The realization was suffocating, crushing me beneath its weight. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of hurt and betrayal. A single tear escaped my eye, rolling down my cheek like a lonely raindrop. It was as if my heart was weeping, the pain and sadness overflowing from my very soul. I didn't bother to wipe it away, letting it fall, a silent testament to the anguish that had taken up residenc