All Chapters of My arranged marriage : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ray MaverickIt was now 7 p.m., and Emma wasn't back home. My eyes were still swollen from the allergic reaction. "Is Emma back yet?""No, Mr. Ray,""Can you please call Samantha to find out what might be the cause of her lateness?""Alright, Mr. Ray," Abel spoke as he took out his phone and began dialing. "Sir, there's still no answer." And Emma doesn't even have a phone to get across to her. "What about the bodyguard?" "Still unreachable." "Get the car ready. We are going to The Maverick Organization." "Are you sure, sir? I can just go there on my own. Remember, your eyes are still—""My wife is nowhere to be found, Abel.""Yes, sir, but I could just go check what might be the problem.""Get the car started," I retorted, and he walked out immediately. "Lucy," I called out. "Yes, sir?""Do call me when Emma returns.""Alright, sir," she responded. Abel had gotten the car ready, and we were already heading towards the organization. ..."Hi, Samantha," I greeted as

Ray MaverickEmma’s eyes locked onto mine as I stepped into her small, cramped office space. Her entire body tensed, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk like it was the only thing keeping her upright. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” My voice was dangerously calm, but the weight of my anger filled the room. Her heartbeat was so frantic I could almost hear it, matching the tension that thickened the air. “I’m sorry, Boss. I didn’t notice the flash drive was two,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. I let out a slow, frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose as I paced the room. My mind replayed the disastrous meeting over and over, the humiliation of it burning through me like wildfire. “We just lost millions because of you.” The words tasted bitter on my tongue. “Do you have any idea how long it took to bring those clients to the table?” Emma’s gaze dropped to the desk, shame clouding her expression. “You haven’t even been in this company

Emma WatsonLucas' snide comments and laughter seared my skin more than anything else in the room. How did the flash drive get messed up? As far as I was concerned, I had given it to Samantha. And also, how was Lucas able to secure the deal Rayian had worked so hard for? It seemed like we were called here just to get mocked, and Rayian had defended me countless times—even from his sister. Did that mean he had forgiven me? I was already having high hopes until Betty mentioned my wedding ring. Rayian’s hand flung to my fingers, inspecting them. “Where’s your wedding ring?” Rayian asked, his voice hoarse. His gaze dropped to my bare finger. His hand shot out, gripping mine. His fingers tightened as if searching for something that wasn’t there. My throat went dry. What would he do when he found out I had sold his ring for a bus ride? “Didn’t mean to strike a nerve, brother. I thought you knew too,” Betty remarked, her voice laced with mockery. “Betty, don’t test my

Emma WatsonAt least that was a turnaround. Thank goodness I didn't get killed in a car ride. Shortly after Rayian left me in the cold, dark night—without caring if anything might harm me—Alex must have already driven past or maybe taken another route. I thought about visiting my mother, but I remembered that guests weren’t allowed to sleep over. My mom must really feel neglected, and so must Lena. I didn’t even know how critical her state was or if she needed more attention. Was she still unconscious, as Mom had said, or was she awake now? She would feel as if she had been left for dead… The thought of the ticket man flashed through my mind. He must have known that ring was worth much more and had decided to let me give it away for so little. I would go back to him, and he would return that ring to me, no matter what. I made Rayian lose his clients. The least I could do was return his ring to him.But why did he give me such expensive ring in the first place? Just a

029Ray Maverick"Sir, do you need something?" Clara, who seemed to still be awake, asked as she saw me. "No, nothing," I said, twirling the umbrella in my hand. "Okay, sir," she said and headed back to her quarters. I walked outside, deciding to leave my glass behind. I was too tired to act up in this storm. I had to go out of the gates. She didn't even enter. She was shivering profusely as she curled up. "Get up," I said. Her weak eyes turned to look at me. Though it was raining, I could tell she was crying. Her hair was now messed up, her eyes red. I shielded her with the umbrella I held. "Did you hear me?" I asked as she wasn't moving. She avoided my gaze and turned the other way. The rain was now dripping off my skin, and I felt goosebumps forming on my arms. This was not a good time for her to act stubborn. I let go of the umbrella as it was no use anyway. I was drenched. I knelt down toward Emma. She quivered a bit. I picked her up in bridal styl