Semua Bab RECLAIMING EMMA: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Sam’s POV Betrayal.It was a bitter taste in my mouth, one that wouldn’t fade no matter how hard I tried to swallow it down.It sat heavy in my chest, a burning ache that refused to subside, twisting into something darker, something ruthless.I had trusted Emma.I had believed her when she looked me in the eyes and told me the twins were mine. I had built my entire future around that belief, shaping my every decision around the idea that one day, I would be the father my children needed, but it was all a lie.A cruel, merciless lie.I sat in my office, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window at the city below, New York stretched out before me, bustling and thriving, indifferent to the storm raging inside me.The people walking the streets, the ones sitting in their expensive offices or racing through their busy schedules, had no idea that my world had just imploded.I exhaled sharply, gripping the arms of my chair so tightly that my knuckles turned white.How could she do this to me?

Emma’s POVThe noise outside Jeff’s office had grown louder, a chaotic blend of shouting, chants, and the occasional blare of a reporter’s microphone.From the window, I could see them, the protesters.Angry, relentless, and entirely under Sam’s influence, their signs were bold, their words sharper than knives:"Jeff Knight: The Tyrant CEO!""Justice for the Employees!""We Won’t Be Silenced!"Jeff sat at his desk, his back straight, his expression unreadable as he scrolled through articles on his tablet. He didn’t say anything, but the grip he had on the device was telling.I hesitated before speaking, “How bad is it?”He let out a slow, measured breath, then turned the tablet toward me, the headlines were brutal."Knight Enterprises Faces Protests Over CEO's Past Decisions.""Former Employees Speak Out: ‘Jeff Knight Destroyed Our Livelihoods.’""The Man Behind the Corporation, The Untold Truth About Jeff Anderson."“Some of these people,” he muttered, “I fired years ago and now they

Sam’s POVSam leaned back in his leather chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the surface of his desk as he listened to his assistant rattle off updates.The muted sound of the city hummed outside the large glass windows of his office, but his focus was solely on the chaos he had orchestrated."Sir, the protest outside Anderson Industries escalated just as you predicted," Nathan, one of his most trusted associates, reported, "Security had to step in and there was some minor damage to company property. Employees were unable to enter the building for a while, and some even walked out, frustrated by the lack of order. Investors are getting skittish. Anderson Industries' stocks have already dropped by seven percent since the incident began."Sam smirked, his lips curling in satisfaction.Seven percent was a good start, but not enough, not nearly enough.Jeff Anderson was a titan in the business world, a man who had spent years solidifying his reputation, building a company that see

Emma’s POVThe silence between Jeff and me stretched long and heavy, thick with unspoken thoughts and the weight of the impossible choice before us.The air in the living room felt stifling, the tension so dense that even breathing felt like a challenge. I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingers gripping the fabric tightly as I tried to keep my frustration at bay.“We need to go to the police,” I said finally, my voice firm, leaving no room for argument.Jeff didn’t react immediately.He stood by the window, his hands shoved into his pockets, staring out into the darkness.The city lights cast a soft glow over his features, but even in the dimness, I could see the rigidity in his posture, the way his jaw clenched as if he were physically holding back his response.Then, finally, he turned to me, his expression hard, “No.”My brows furrowed, “No?”“No,” he repeated, this time with more force, “We’re not going to the police.”Anger flared in my chest. I shot up from the couch, taking a

3rd Person POV The air inside the apartment was thick with tension, the kind that clung to the walls and seeped into every breath. Jeff sat at the dining table, his hands pressed together, fingers interlocked, staring blankly at the scattered notes in front of him.Emma stood by the window, arms crossed, her eyes tracing patterns in the city skyline beyond. Ronan leaned against the counter, arms folded, silent but ever watchful.The three of them had spent hours going over their options, trying to find a new angle, a fresh lead, anything that would give them an advantage over Sam, but so far, they had nothing.It had been days since Sam’s last demand and the eerie silence that followed had only made Emma more restless.He had told Jeff to sign over Anderson Industries, a demand so outrageous that she had expected immediate retaliation when Jeff refused to comply, but instead, nothing.No threats. No follow-up. No new moves. Just silence.Emma wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a