บททั้งหมดของ My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

(Emelda's POV) I was still standing in shock at the piercing words Bryan had hurled at me, when I heard a knock on the door. The dinner I had labored to make earlier and served to Bryan still sat on the table, the food barely touched. I quickly wiped the stray tear that had escaped my eye. Thinking it must be Bryan, I ran towards the door. Maybe he’d come to apologize, or perhaps he’d forgotten something. But when I opened the door, it was his grandfather, Jonathan, standing on the other side. My face flushed with embarrassment as he looked around the messy living room and the untouched food on the dinner table. “Emelda,” Jonathan said, his eyebrow furrowing and his voice calm but firm. “Is everything alright?” I swallowed hard, fighting to keep my emotions in check. “Yes, everything is fine,” I lied. “Bryan was just here, he left a few minutes ago.” Jonathan raised an eyebrow, stepping further into the apartment and staring long at the dinner table. “Really? It doesn’t loo

(Jonathan's POV) I could see the shock on Emelda’s face as she processed the information that Bryan was her husband, and not me. I knew that this was a lot to take in, and she needed time and space to digest the news. But I decided to try to comfort and talk with her. But just as I was about to speak, my phone buzzed for the third time in a row. Glancing down, I saw that it was my assistant. I didn’t want Emelda to know about this call or be able to overhear our conversation, so I quickly silenced the phone and excused myself. “I’m sorry, Emelda, but I need to take this call,” I said, my voice firm but gentle. “Please give me a moment.” With that, I turned and walked out of the apartment, pulling out my phone as I did so. "Good afternoon Sir," My assistant greeted me over the phone. "So sorry to bother you sir, it's just that…" She added calmly. “It's alright, I couldn’t take the call earlier,” I replied . “What’s the situation?” "I have some information from th

Bryan's POVI stormed out of the country club, my face burning with anger.I couldn't believe that my grandfather had blocked my card, leaving me humiliated in front of my friends.How dare he do this to me? Doesn't he know who I am? Doesn't he know that I'm the only legacy he has left? I gritted my teeth, my fists clenching as I marched down the lighted city streets to go flag a cab down.I was done playing nice. If my grandfather wanted a war, he was going to get one.I didn't care if it meant burning everything he own to the ground.As I strode through the streets, my mind raced with thoughts of revenge."Good day sir," the cab driver greeted. "Where are we going?" Still enraged, I angrily told the driver my destination as I entered the cab. I stewed in the backseat of the private cab, my anger still simmering like a pot on the verge of boiling over.My phone buzzed for the fifth time, the persistent ringing only serving to heighten my irritation. With a growl, I snatched it up

Emelda’s POV"Be strong," he whispered, his voice a soft whisper of wind. "You are strong. You are brave."I leaned into his touch in as much as I don't want to be strong, the safety and comfort of his presence was a balm to my soul.As his fingers continued to stroke my hair, the chaotic swirl of my emotions began to quiet, I felt peace. "You can do anything," he continued, his voice soothing and gentle. "You're stronger than you know."I nodded, his words sinking deep into my consciousness, planting seeds of strength and resilience within me."Always know that I'm proud of you," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Always remember that.” he said once more as his touch on my hair faded gently until I couldn't feel it anymore.“Father!” I whispered inaudibly, barely hearing my own voice as a snapped my eyes open.I was met by a handsome face, our bodies so close I could feel the rise and fall of his breath against my own,his eyes dark with desire, his breath heavy with the

Bryan's POV My arms were still wrapped around Emelda, the warmth of her body against mine causing my hormones to swirl up and my mind racing with imagination when the kitchen door swung open. It was Jonathan.Emelda and I were too late to break off from our initial position. Jonathan paused in his track, his eyes flicking between us, his expression unreadable. For a moment, it seemed like time stood still, the silence heavy with unspoken questions or words from either of us. The awkward silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity.And then, in a gesture that was almost dismissive, he looked away, smiling faintly as he coughed to clear his throat.Moving his gaze and allowing his eyes to fall on Emelda, Jonathan finally broke the silence, his voice calm and measured. "Emelda," he said, "Are you ready for today?"Emelda stiffened, I could tell as I watched her, her body tensing with a sudden alertness. She glanced up at Jonathan, her eyes wide and uncertain, before turning.