The next day, as soon as Emma descended the stairs of her office, she walked towards her car, dark shades etched around the corner of her face, her lips parted apart as she twisted the knob of her car.Just when she was about getting in the car, the phone in her Louis Vuitton bag chimed loudly, before she opened the bag, and brought out the phone, swiping through the message that popped in.Her face squeezed together in dissatisfaction when she realized it was her grandmother, Old Mistress Martha, her lips formed into a sly sigh, when she read the message.Old Mistress Martha- I have organized a family meet together. Be there.She sighed, she hated going to a family meet together because all they ever said were ways to get more money, ways to improve their net worth, and ways to convince her to shut down her game company.She got into the car, placing the key into its appropriate place, before the engine sounded and soon, she twisted the wheels with her hands, and slowly, the car mad
Emma froze, her eyes trailing across the room until it landed back at Old Mistress Martha.Her eyes trickled slightly. "What do you mean?"Pure anger seem to swell up in Martha's face, as her hand made to hit Emma, "I said, what's your damn relationship with a Hart? are you out of your mind?"Emma shivered as she took a step back, her heart pumping with anger. She didn't get it, why would Old Mistress Martha try so bad to control her life? it was sickening to the ears, it made her whole body shake violently."You can't control my life, grandmother." Her voice laced with anger.Old Mistress Martha breathed heavily, her face squishing in rage, she pointed her hand at her, "Don't you disrespect me, I am your grandmother." She yelled furiously."I don't care!" Emma fought back her anger, suppressing her self. "What I do with a Hart is none of your business."Old Mistress Martha stood up from the chair walking towards her, Emma took a step back.She flaunted the cane in her direction. "You
Emma stumped the office in a fit, her eyes blaring with anger as she walked into Jeremy's company, she just has to quit the game, she couldn't take her grandmother rage, Old Mistress Martha isn't all that she seemed but she was sly and dangerous, and she wouldn't want to play with the fire itself.He bag etched around her arm protectively, as she walked towards the receptionist, her hands scrubbing against the counter. "I want to see the CEO now." A heavy yet dark snort escaped her nostrils The receptionist arched a brow at her, her hands screeching on the keyboard. "Did you book an appointment?""I didn't." Emma's eyes darkened."Sorry ma'am-""I want to see him." Emma tilted her head, as voice coming out dark, dangerous and we'll gothic.The receptionist took a step back in the counter, a whimper nearly escaping her lips. "I understand. I will try to book you an appointment.""Now." Emma said slowly, her words registering into the receptionist's brain, "I want to see him now!""Oh.
Emma snorted slowly, as she tended to her little sister, who kept waving the pencil over to her face. She hated babysitting, in which she found babysitting a fifteen year old teenager weird.She had to help her sister, Sabrina with her ballet lessons, the correct way in pouring tea into a teacup, the elegance of talking, and the basic principles of being an heiress.She sulked in her seat, her eyes scorching over to her sister, Sabrina. "Raise the cup slightly."Sabrina made a slight twitch of the lips, the kettle of perfectly broiled tea in her hands. "Why is it so hard?" The kettle shattered in her hands.Emma gazed at her fiercely, gazing around the Roberts manor, it was normally quiet these days, her father was out of the country, doing business stuff, her elder brother, Andrew was an overseas doctor, her twin brother, Ethan was everywhere in Las Vegas, and her little sister and mother were the only one present in the Roberts mansion.The butler walked over to them, his feet tappi
Violet blinked, not once but twice, a shrill and deep sigh escaped her lips next, as she stared, with slightly bulged eyes at her son who has dared to ask about the Roberts family."Mother. Won't you answer me?" Jeremy tilted his head, positioning his hand on the corner of the couch.His eyes pierced deeply into hers and Violet knew she had to say something."Jeremy," She started the conversation a little deeper. "We don't talk about the Roberts family-""Why not?" Jeremy said, rather hurriedly, his lips quirking upward, and his face clenched together in rage. "What's up with the Roberts family that we hate so much? Tell me mother." His voice ranged with danger, rage fully intensifying in his voice.Violet gazed elsewhere, at the picture that hung on the wall, she stood up, and brushed her gown, before she walked towards the counter of assorted glasses.Her hands brushed against it slightly, the glasses making a twinkling sound. She turned back to her son. "It was a long story, I was
Jeremy had been in such a bad mood after the conversation with his mother, he would just go somewhere, and order some wine, thinking about the Roberts family.And, the only place that popped up in his mind was Imperial Restaurant, especially after hearing it was owned by the Roberts family. He would dare Old Master Hart, he would be with a Roberts, and see what his grandfather would do.As the door clinked open, revealing his presence, all the women present turned to look at him, his aura gushing all over them. He was in the mood for joke, so he let them off with a shrug of his shoulders before he walked over to his seat, his eyes squinted gently when he saw a figure in the other end of the restaurant.He didn't wanted to, but his legs made way to their table, what was he going to do there anyways? he didn't care, all he justed wanted was to see what was happening between the two couple, or so, he assumed.He widened his eyes when he saw it was Emma. She was here? hanging out with a g
The whole room went still, and the only thing audible was the slowly anticipated breathing of Emma and the dangerous stare on Jeremy's face.She stepped back a little after regaining her posture, she shook her head a little, failing to accept the truth.Did she hear it right? He wanted to continue with the damn game even when he knew the consequences.Was he absurd?She shook her head a little, her fingers shaking violently under her grip. "Are you out of your mind?"He leaned on the chair, his eyes twinkling dangerously, but at the same time, it brightened a little bit, the freckles booming out."The way to living life is not all about what they think." He was calm, and his calmness brought anger to her heart.She grasped the table in order not to fall, her heart thumping quite dangerously. "Do you know what you are saying? Huh?" Her voice darkened, and her blood boiled in fury.He bared his teeth, anger overcoming in his veins. "You are mine, Miss. Emma. You agreed to this whole gam
She froze in the spot, her feet stuck to the ground. She couldn't even turn back to look at him, yet, her eyes fluttered under his intense gaze and when he finally walked towards her. Her breath hitched.He was dazzling, and the way he smiled, it shined brightness to his dull like eyes, his appearance was captivating, dressed in a dark jacket, with a dazzling white shirt underneath, coupled with some sneakers, his dark hair seemed gelled perfectly, and his face was squinted in a deep smile. A smile that made her want to smile too.And, when he finally offered his hands towards her, she still stood, ill struck at her own dumbness."Lady." He spoke rather calmly, his hands crossed over his chest, and his hands grasping his cell phone. "Do you work as a maid here?" He was polite."Huh?" Emma blinked a bit, staring at the alluring man in her presence. His soft gaze lingered heavily on her, and his lips curled up, watching her intently.She finally shook a bit, cackling a nervous laugh. "N