All Chapters of THE MARRIAGE GAME: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Liam and I decided to leave early, not staying for the last day and event of the Summer Soiree. I'm glad we made that decision, there was too much toxicity around.Now, back home, our plan to teach Marco and Serena a lesson begins to unfold. Is it safe to admit that I'm enjoying this and it feels like we're getting along? Like partners in crime? Perhaps that's the best type of relationship for us."What are you thinking about?" Liam asks, pulling me out of my thoughts."Nothing," I lie, trying to suppress a small smile creeping up my face."Anyway, I've pulled some strings with the investors I sought out, I used some blackmailing methods of course." He sips from his glass of wine, "I am my mother's son after all."I choke on my rice, that's funny, coming from him."I'm sorry," I apologize and wipe my mouth with a napkin after coughing into it."I just didn't expect you to have a sense of humor, that's all," I admit.He tilts his head, "Just being honest, sometimes, although it's a pai

I agreed to this, so why does my heart still beat like this?Odette is my…friend, I guess. She has gone through some recent misfortune, but there's no guarantee that this could add to her catastrophe.I look like a fancy French mademoiselle. I even have fur draped over my shoulders, my hair styled by one of the best, in a pixie kinda do, encrusted with real rubies.Liam took my appearance tonight to the extreme, and, yes, I'm wearing red. There was no other color to choose from anyway. I was presented with five options, all red, and although what I had on wasn't my initial choice, the V-cut open-back dress suited me better, according to my stylist, Alberta Ferretti.Yes, I was styled by Alberta, the Alberta Ferretti, a prominent face of European fashion. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd ever meet her, not even be styled by her."You look elegant," Liam complements the moment our limo arrives at the destination.I give him a small smile, "Thank you."It's too late to change p

I feel terrible, gut-wrenched.Is this how it feels to betray someone you care about?Odette isn't picking up any of my calls, or replying to any of my messages, and I have no one to blame but myself.Yes, indeed, I didn't expect the write-ups to be so cruel and equally criticize her, opening up a wound that was starting to heal.There's only one way to fix this, so I head to Liam's study and knock."Come in," he says and I open the door.He's wearing his glasses, looking ridiculously handsome and almost distracting me from what I have to say."Any problem?" He asks, his voice edged with a tint of sass and impatience."Take the article down, all the ones talking about Serena and Jeanne," I try to sound firm.He clears his throat, looking at me squarely."Please," I add.He takes off his glasses and places them down on the desk, "I can't do that.""Why not?""Because Emma, the damage has been done," he spells."Fine, if the damage has been done then just take them down, right?" I reaso

I hug him tight, savoring his scent, and the way his hand holds my head, patting slowly. I swear I felt him inhale, the scent of my hair, I hoped he was not bothered by my cheap shampoo.It's cheap but works well enough for my hair, so I haven't changed my shampoo to anything fancy despite having access to Liam's card at any time.When we pull out, I can't look him in the eye. My heart is beating like crazy, and I can feel him staring at me, my face feels flushed and hot.I hugged him without thinking out of joy, for taking down the articles. Surely a dramatic way to express my thanks, but like I said, I was not thinking at all. I didn't expect him to take them down, but I noticed all the links were invalid, I was shocked.I guess he actually does have a heart…or maybe he's growing one now.I finally muster up the courage to look at him, trying to decipher what he's thinking. He chuckles a bit and rubs his face.Is Liam Caruso…shy? Blushing?!Why? Did the hug take him off guard? Now t

I waited a few days before reaching out to Odette. Now, I stand in front of her apartment, hesitant to ring the bell. She should know I'm here now, security must have alerted her, but she will still be waiting for me to ring.I still can't bring myself to face her, and, I have no excuse whatsoever to justify what I did. I smooth my skirt with my hands before pressing the intercom."Yes?" I hear her calm but slightly on edge voice, and the guilt comes back tumbling in again."Uh, it's me…Emma."The door beeps and opens, and I enter.This is no apartment, more like a luxury penthouse. She's so nice and friendly, I forget she's part of the elite, and very rich. She comes down the stairs, with a little, white-furred dog, a Bichon Frise I think.The dog rests on her hand, and she does not take her eyes off me the whole time she descends.I don't know if I should get nervous all over again or take it as something else."Hi," I manage to croak."Hey," she drops her dog down. The little creat