Semua Bab My arranged marriage : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Ray MaverickThe meeting with the board members was crucial last night, so I had to attend. I had planned to punish Emma for speaking to her Master in that manner, but I had plenty of time to do that. After adjusting my cufflinks, I sprayed my signature perfume. I knew I couldn't see myself, but I bet my looks could kill. With one final attempt, I fixed my glasses as I went downstairs to have breakfast. Trisha served the food. I could hear the cup she held shivering in her hands, and then its shattered pieces filled the atmosphere. "Are you alright, Ma'am Trisha?" "Yes, yes, Mr. Ray." Her voice broke as she said it. "I'm so sorry for my clumsy mistake." "I will quickly get this cleaned." With that, her steps blurred. Trisha returned moments later, the sound of the broom sweeping filling the air, followed by the clinking of broken glass. "Trisha!" "Yes, Mr. Ray?" "Where's Emma?" "Emma?" y"Yes, Trisha. Where is she?" "Uhm..." I could sense Trisha's unease. "Mrs.

Emma Watson"What? No!" I spoke out in defense. "Trisha is not leaving." "Punish me if you must, but please spare Trisha her job." I broke into a sob. I couldn't let Trisha pay for my mistakes. Rayian was still sipping his drink while I was still standing. "No, it's okay, Emma," Trisha spoke as she cupped my face in her palm. "It was my fault, Emma. Something bad might have happened to you," she smiled at me. "But nothing happened, Trisha," I insisted. Just when I had hoped to find a mother in Ma'am Trisha, Rayian wanted to steal that away from me too. "Let's be grateful to Sir Rayian for only sending me away and not handing me over to the cops," Trisha spoke, now in tears. She turned to Rayian. "Thank you, sir. It was truly a pleasure working for you. And I'm sorry for anywhere I might have been incompetent in my duties." "If I had the chance again in my next life, I would still choose to work for you. But this time around, I would do better at my job." "Goodbye

Emma Watson"Mother!" I called out as I walked with Mira toward the door. There she was, standing tall as ever after all the hardship she had put me through. "My daughter," she said as she hugged me. "I'm sorry for what I did to you," she said, tears streaming down her face. "They threatened to take Lena away from the hospital," she started, "and I couldn't allow that, dear." She pulled me out of the hug, cupping my face in her hands. Her smile was reassuring, but it pierced my heart. She immediately went down on her knees. "Emma, please forgive me. You know I love you," she added. "I couldn't just let them take Lena away, so I decided to use you since you were now influential," she continued. "It was just an act, my baby." She got me seated by the corridor as Mira watched the scene unfold. "I was just acting accordingly so they would buy my story," she kept flushing out words from her disgusting mouth without even letting me speak. "Please don't cry, baby girl," s

Ray MaverickThe kiss was so intense that I was thrown off guard. "Emma," I tried to say amidst the kiss, but I couldn't. "Emma, stop." I gently pushed her away. "My mom, Ray... I caused it," the words left her lips as she collapsed onto me. Why was Emma so guilt-stricken? I thought. ...It was a brand new day, and I made my way into the bathroom, getting dressed and ready so I could take Emma to the hospital and then head off to work. Samantha must be furious at my sudden disappearance.Emma sighed a bit as she woke up. I intentionally didn't wake her since she needed the rest. "What the fuck?" She spoke in a rush. "Wow, cursing in the morning? I don't think that's right, right?" I questioned. "Tell me what happened last night." Her voice was filled with defiance as she walked toward me. This girl was really something else. Wasn't she the one who came here last night, kissing me without a second thought? And now here she was, asking me questions she already knew

Emma Watson"Mother!" My heart beamed with joy as I saw my mother awake. "Mummy, you are awake!" I rushed toward her, hugging her. "I never thought you would call me that again," she spoke. "I'm sorry, Mum. I was very upset. I didn't mean for the accident to happen," I let the free liquid flow down my face. "No, dear, don't be." She retorted, patting my head. "I should be the one apologizing, dear," her voice was sober. "I shouldn't have compared you to your sister and made you feel less of yourself. "Henceforth, I promise to treat you better and do right by you, my lovely daughter," she pulled me into a hug again. That was it—the feeling I craved, the feeling of belonging, the feeling of being loved. I couldn't believe I was foolish enough to have wanted to throw our beautiful relationship out the window. "Ahmm," a voice interrupted our little reunion. "Hello, Mrs..." A young-looking nurse stretched forth her hand toward me. I had been so engrossed in seeing my