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Mina I was in the delivery room about to bring my baby into this world, and who knew it hurt like hell? Mmh! I was very lucky and very grateful to have my husband here with me. He kept holding my hand, telling me sweet things, and encouraging me when the doctors told me to push. He pushed with me, breathed with me. It was kind of crazy. I don't know, maybe after I was done here I would think about this moment and laugh about it. It was a moment in my life when I really needed him, and I was so, so happy and so grateful to have him here beside me. The two doctors that Mr. Emerson insisted on having here were top in their fields. He didn’t care, he had to fly one in as long as I got everything and I was in great hands. The doctors were great, they were encouraging. I just wanted this moment to be over and for my baby to come into this world so I could hear their cry. We were still in the dark; we didn’t know if we were having a girl or a boy. I was just waiting for that moment wh

EmmersonThe next morning, I decided to handle things myself. I know Mina’s already been through enough trauma with her family, so I don’t want to involve her in this. She’s still asleep, and I slip out quietly to deal with Eric.I find him at the hotel, slumped over, still asleep. I nudge him with the toe of my shoe, the force making him stir. Slowly, his eyes flicker open, and the haze of sleep and alcohol makes him groggy. He rises, blinking and groaning, his hand clutching his head."Wake up, Eric," I tell him as I open the curtains, letting the bright light flood the room. He immediately shields his eyes, groaning louder."My head... hurts," he mutters, his voice thick with a hangover. He grabs the bottle of water on the bedside table and gulps down a large portion in one go."Last night," he laments, "I didn't like how your men dragged me out of that nightclub.""You call that a nightclub? It was a strip

EmmersonOh yeah?” Mina’s voice is a little high-pitched.And then Rita says something that makes my blood cold.“Of course,” she replies, her voice dripping with arrogance. “I mean if I could take Eric from you so easily before… When you weren’t this heavily pregnant, and we weren’t even living in the same house. Just think how simple it would be to take his father from you now.”Her voice is low and suggestive. Mina scoffs, maybe out of shock, but Rita doesn’t stop.“I mean, look at you,” she continues, mockingly. “You’re pregnant. You can’t even walk properly without someone holding you. You have to be carried just to get around.” She chuckles,“And me?” she adds. “I’m just getting started. The exercises I’ll do, the maintenance I’ll keep up… You know I won't be breastfeeding, right? This baby is feeding from the bottle. Nothing is messing up this....hot body.”In my mind, I can already picture her motioning to her bo

Emmerson By nightfall, the police have already paid us a visit. It’s all over the news. Madeline had a little accident on the highway. Her car hit the side of a bridge and went down under. She suffocated. But I know the truth. Let her feel what it’s like to lose air. Anyway, the point is—she’s dead. The police came because, after her attack on Mina, there was already a record of her actions. They were just here to deliver the report. To tell us that she was gone. That also settled the issue with Rose. Mina had never been convinced that Rose was behind it, and now that Madeline was out of the picture, it was clear she had been wrongfully accused. Mina was shocked with the news, I never thought she would actually be upset after everything. Even though there’s still sadness in her eyes, I can see the difference. She’s no

EmmersonAfter I had taken Mina home, I gave her a bath, making sure she was okay and taken Care of. She was reluctant to eat at first, but I insisted. “You need nutrition,” I reminded her. “I know you don't want to but do it for the baby. You’re pregnant, you're doing it for our baby.”She sighed, but eventually gave in, taking small sips of the warm soup I had prepared. I watched her closely, ensuring she had everything she needed. Then, I sat her down and gently caressed her hair.I kept talking as I did it—about everything and nothing at the same time. Just filling the silence, making sure she felt covered and safe. My voice was low and comforting. I caressed her head, feeling the softness of her scalp, letting her know she wasn’t alone.And then, she fell asleep.Once I was sure she was deep in rest, I finally allowed myself to feel it all—the anger, the frustration, the overwhelming sense of failure.How could I h

As Emerson's voice continued on the phone, offering words of comfort, trying to calm me, I felt my tears flow faster. I couldn't hear him clearly anymore over the noise in my head, the panic, the certainty that I was going to die. I just listened to him, letting his voice be a thread tying me to something.Then, the banging stopped.I hadn't even realized it.Instead, a knock. A soft, reassuring knock."Mina, Mina, come on, open the door," Emerson's voice came through the phone, clearer now.I still didn’t understand what was happening. My mind was so clouded by fear, but hearing his voice… it soothed me in ways I couldn’t explain. I was barely aware of his words, just the sound of him calling my name, telling me it was okay."Emerson, is that you?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper."Yes, it's me. Open the door, Mina."The reality of it hit me. I had been trapped in a nightmare, my heart frozen with terror, bu

I froze.“I… I just heard it,” I stumbled. “Maybe Mom told me. Or someone else. I don’t know...”He didn’t respond. Didn’t agree. Didn’t argue. Just watched me like he was working out a puzzle. I hated that look—it meant he knew something was off. I could have kicked myself.I rushed to change the subject. “Dad, I’m sure you have friends. After all, everyone knows I’m supposed to marry Asher. That has to count for something. There must be some kind of connection, some leverage. I just want to know he’s okay.”He looked at me, and I saw a mixture of things flash across his face—guilt, worry, uncertainty. He opened his mouth to say something, but then—My mother’s voice cut through the air.“Please don’t tell me you’re entertaining this.”We both turned toward her.“Have you been eavesdropping?” I accused.“I’m not eavesdropping. This is my house,” she snapped.I rolled my eyes. She ignored me and looked at my father. “You cannot keep entertaining her delusions. She’s supposed to brea

I narrowed my eyes at my mother, stunned by what she had just said. “Are you serious?” I asked, my voice sharp with disbelief.“Of course I am,” she replied, her tone too casual for the conversation. “I mean, the bullet just didn't hit anywhere vital from what I hear. I’m sure he’s going to be fine. But if it had struck somewhere more critical… we could have been talking about something else right now. We wouldn’t even be worried about him anymore.”I stared at her, horrified. She didn’t just say that. She couldn’t have meant that.“Are you saying… are you actually wishing the bullet had hit his heart? Or his head? Do you wish he had died?” My voice shook as the words left me.“No, no, no,” she rushed to say, raising her hands like she could shove the words back in. “I would never say that. Why would I say that----- I didn’t say that.”But I saw it. It was there—in her eyes. That flicker of frustration. That relief that the situation almost solved itself. She did wish it. She wished

“Ariella, listen to me,” Luca said, his tone light but sincere. “Seriously, I’m not even mad at you. I mean—okay—maybe I’m a little upset that the two of you decided to do the deed while I was next door.”I groaned, embarrassment washing over me all over again. He laughed, clearly trying to ease the tension.But then he got all serious, "Ariella,” he said, nudging my arm lightly. “Look, I kinda like that you have a backbone. You were fighting for the man you love. I know you love Asher. And Asher loves you. I love that you threatened me, honestly—it shows you’ve got fire. You’re going to be the queen one day. You’re gonna need that, aren’t you?”I managed a small smile and nodded.“But seriously,” he added, chuckling, “have pity on the poor guy. He was hurt, for God’s sake!”He started laughing again. And even though the mortification hadn’t worn off, I found myself laughing too—awkwardly, but still.“Okay,” he said, suddenly shifting gears, “let me sneak you back inside.”We moved qu

I nearly felt like dying with mortification.On one side, there was the embarrassment—what we had just done, what Luca realized I had done, we had done. But on the other side, it was Asher’s life. The life I had put at risk. Just because I wanted to sleep with him. Because I wanted to get pregnant.But if he dies… then it would all be for nothing.I might not even get pregnant. Some people try to get pregnant for years and nothing happens. And I—what had I done? I had put his life at risk for a maybe.Tears started flowing. I didn’t even try to stop them.“I didn’t…” My voice cracked. “I am sorry.”I turned to look at Asher’s arm—the one I was holding—because I couldn’t bear to look at Luca’s face right now.'He had told me it was bad... He told me it only grazed his flesh. I didn’t know it was so bad.“It’s okay,” Luca interrupted me gently. “ He probably didn't want you to worry and made his condition seem better than it actually was.”He took a deep breath, then added, “Let’s not b

It was only after we had both come down from our high that I realized how wet I was—how wet the bed was. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the moonlight seeping in through the window, but even in the dimness, I could feel it—the blood. Large amounts of it, sticky and warm against my chest, in my hands.Asher got off me, which made me whine softly.He asked, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”“I’m fine,” I said, grimacing as I tried to absorb the soreness and the sharp sting of pain that came with it.He collapsed beside me, and as I turned to look at him, I saw how drenched in sweat he was—how pale he was becoming. Then I saw the blood again and realized it was coming from his arm. And then it hit me—through all of it, while he was on top of me, kissing me, holding my hair, my neck, keeping me close—he had been using his injured arm. His shot arm.I winced as I sat up in the bed, suddenly aware of just how soaked I was. I had bled too. I glanced over at Asher—he had blood o

It might have been the stupidest, most impulsive thing I’d ever done, but I didn’t want to use a condom from the nightstand. That wouldn't be of any help for my plan. I needed to get pregnant, and a condom would prevent such." Why do you want to wear a condom?" I managed to question, still grinding on top of himHe looked strained, and his voice was shaking. He answered, "We don't want you to get pregnant. You can't be pregnant....."He hissed when I kept on grinding and put his hands on my waist to stop me. I raised an eyebrow at him.He shook his head, finding his voice as he said, "If I f*** you without a condom, I'm gonna come inside of you and you're going to get pregnant. You'll get Pregnant before we're married. Can you believe the scandal?" he said.I looked at him and then I asked him, "Are you clean?""Of course I'm clean," he answered straight away."Do you believe that I'm clean?""Of course you are. You're a virgin. You haven't slept with anybody else. Of course, you'r