All Chapters of Lost Her To My Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Night came and as expected Emelia was ready, she walked down the stairs joining hands with the awaiting hands that held hers at the foot of the stairs. “Mrs Fredrick” a little whimper escaped her throat listening to the servants address her as such. She held hard to her clutch not showing her nervousness as they rode away. Pulling up into the grant halls where she had been barely a few days ago for her wedding gave her multiple feelings. Emelia felt the fresh breeze blow through her braided hair perfectioning it to her back. His hands reached out to her, and without second thoughts, she placed her gloves-covered hands onto his. Stepping into the giant hall every eye turns to the arriving couple. Wearing an exquisite black evening gown capturing and enchanting her beauty, Emelia slowly glides her way by her husband's side. The sleep silhouette gracefully hugs her curves with a daring side slide adding a touch of bold sophistication as she makes a striking entrance by her man's sid

Emelia slammed the door to her room so hard she heard the earth shake. She slumps to her knees, burying her head deep in her palms. The memories of a few minutes ago flashed through her eyes as she tried hard to catch her breath….¬ “I've never been better.” Fred spoke hoarsely, his voice barely coming out as a whisper, but Emelia heard him. He shook his head, losing his grip on her waist, giving her a split second to dash away to the corner of the car, trying to be as far as possible from him. “Drive quick,” he barks at the driver as his breathing becomes even heavier. “What's wrong with you?” Emelia reached out her hand over his forehead, but it was held almost before her skin could contact him. “Don't touch me,” he grinds his teeth so hard that she can see veins popping from the corner of his face. This was not the man she was used to. Fred was always cold and composed but never in a disoriented manner like he appeared to be at the moment. Emelia watched as he loosened his tie an

The sun was down when Emelia walked into the mansion. Everywhere was quiet. The diner had a delicious meal laid out, but there was no sign of her husband. Emelia sighed, walking up to her room. She was tired and all she wanted was a warm bath and a good sleep. Stepping out of the bathroom barely wrapped in her towel, Emelia jolted, staring back at the figure comfortably seated before her. “Don't you tend to knock?” she hissed, trying her hair, but the man before her was in no time for games. “We leave in ten minutes… wear this” he pointed to the dress neatly placed on the bed. Emelia turned to protest, but there was no one to protest to. He was gone like him, became so mysterious. “I am not his doll”, she laments but goes ahead to wear the dress as ordered. Emelia was out in ten minutes and, as expected, the cold demon of a husband stood by the car waiting. “I am tired. Could we do this another time?” she asked to get into the car. Fredrick didn't reply to her. “We can't, Mrs. Camfr

Fredrick Camfrey made his woman's seat comfortable before taking his. “Here, have this,” he says, placing some freshly picked blueberries on her red, rosy lips. Emilia could never resist blueberries. She takes it all in, watching the man, before she casually prepares medication for her. “Here,” he places a tablet in her mouth as she takes it, and he opens a bottle of water, which he feeds her. Emilia could only comply; the man before her was suddenly too powerful for her to handle. “Let's begin,” he announced, watching Emilia with a calm smile. “Why are you here?” she suddenly found her voice. Her voice was low, but everyone heard her. “To take care of my stubborn wife and make some more money for good returns,” he replies effortlessly. Emilia has never seen anyone as shameless as him. “You can't be flirting with me at such times.” Emilia grinned, but the smugness on Frederick's face was too evident to be ignored. “Mr. Robert, I do not remember giving out orders to have Anderson an

Emilia walks into the mansion room, and the aroma of delicious delicacy quickly picks up her interest. She casually glanced around, but there was no sign of her husband or Kelvin.“Didn't he say I should have dinner with him?” She questions, walking up to her room. As expected, it was quiet but carried a lingering scent. Emilia strips off her clothes and walks into the shower. Nothing was as calming as a quick warm bath after a day's affairs. She walked over to the huge wardrobe and picked out a white floral dress with long sleeves just above her knee. It was perfect and comfortable for the cold weather. She was about to close when boxes on the other end caught her attention.“Tomorrow,” she opened a box, and it was boldly written.“This was not here in the morning,” she said, picking up all the boxes. As expected, it was not only one of the finest designs in the country but also abroad. It came with jewelry and shoes. She shrugged, putting it all back; she was too famished to think o