All Chapters of My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Bryan's POV I sank into the couch, my body heavy with exhaustion and my mind a whirlpool of emotions. It was weird that I noticed the apartment was too quiet without Emelda, her presence an absence that seemed to echo in the silence.I sipped my coffee, its warmth doing nothing to ease the chill in my bones. As I stared out the window, my thoughts turned to the early hours of the morning, to the memory of Emelda sitting tensed before me on the bed, her naked body a temptation and a call.Her beauty, indeed, had been breathtaking, her vulnerability arousing and maddening all at once. I could still feel the way my heart had pounded, my blood thrumming with a savage desire that seemed to overwhelm my senses.Although I was drunk, it wasn't the alcohol in my body that made me want her. It was the deep desire and the beauty of her skin that called out to me. And yet, even as I had reached for her, my hands greedy and possessive, a small voice inside me had protested, reminding me tha

Bryan's POVThe music thudded in my ears as the red-dressed woman's body moved seductively against mine, but all I could think about was Emelda.Her innocence, her vulnerability, the sweetness of her smile... for some weird reason, my heart ached with longing for her as the thought of the previous night filled my mind.The woman in front of me seemed to sense my distraction, her eyes narrowing with suspicion."Is something wrong?" she asked, her voice calm and seductive as she touched my chin. I forced a smile, my hands running over her curves as I tried to refocus my attention. "No, everything's fine," damn it! I just lied.The woman in the red dress didn't seem convinced. She pressed herself closer to me, her lips grazing my ear as she whispered, "Are you sure there's nothing on your mind? You seem... distant, or do you want to go somewhere quiet?"I clenched my jaw, my hand tightening on her waist as I fought back the memories of Emelda that threatened to overwhelm me."I'm fine,"

Emelda’s POVIt was six in the morning when my alarm clock blared from its speaker. Throwing my covers down, I quickly jumped off my bed. The alarm didn’t need to ring much, my natural body alarm mixed with the anxiety and happiness I felt left me almost sleepless for the night.I stared at the ceiling in my room and smiled sheepishly. This is it! Finally! My father would have been so proud.“Daddy I wish you were here with me to share in this success.” I said, the memories of my father’s death almost seemed to put a damper on my day, but I caught myself.“Breath in, Emelda.” I reprimanded myself. “No! I won’t allow myself to think of sad memories today.” Immediately, I shook off the sad countenance that seemed to be creeping up on me and let out a soft sigh.“Today is a big day! It would be my first day at the Elite-Marson firm and nothing is allowed to get into the way of pure productivity.” I uttered to myself as I stared at the ceiling. I jiggled my legs in excitement while s

Bryan’s POVWhat the hell just happened? Of course she would go and embarrass herself. Clumsy, as always.“Too much for being worthy of the position.” I smirked beneath my breath immediately. Emelda scrambled to the ground to pick up her fallen bag and items littered on the floor. I could not hide the inner satisfactory thought that part of the reason she was nervous was because of me. She wouldn’t have guessed for anything that I would be working in the same firm as she, or that rather, I am the sole heir of the company and all that it owns.Served her right for deciding to join the twisted game his grandfather was playing. As I stared at her, my thoughts rewinded to the three minutes before she fell. Emelda, directed by the HR manager, had walked in graciously dressed in a corporate navy blue gown and a floral lapel which had stuck beautifully on her. Her hair was styled to a ponytail and her li

Jeffrey’s POVI eased into my chair, my body sinking into the familiar comfort of the cushioned seat as I unpacked my laptop and other items from my backpack, neatly arranging them on my desk."Hey Jeffrey," a warm voice called out from the neighboring cubicle, "how was your weekend?"I turned to see Joey, my colleague, her smile beaming as she leaned over her desk, her laptop already turned on."It was pretty good, Joey," I replied, returning her smile. "How about yours?"Joey’s smile widened as she gestured towards her desk, her fingers dancing across the surface of her laptop."Oh, you know, the usual," she said with a laugh. "Catching up on the girls and some other personal stuffs and trying to get all the rest needed before the weekend ends."I chuckled, the warmth of my humor brightening her smile. “That's great,”"You're always so cheerful and warm, Jeffrey," Joey said, shaking her head in amuse