Emery POVI didn't know how long it would take for Killian to prove himself, but I was ready to wait. I gave him the envelope, the one Tobias had given me I had given it to Killian for safe keeping.But he hadn't taken it.“It should be in your position” he said to me before he walked out of the suit claiming he needed time to think. That night, I lay on the bed unable to sleep. The bed suddenly felt uncomfortable to lie on, I had changed my lying position for a hundred times and yet the bed still refused to accommodate meIt wasn't the bed, It was me, I just couldn't find the perfect spot. The bad wasn't uncomfortable, I was uncomfortable. I couldn't have a peaceful sleep just because Tobias' voice continued to play in my head over and over again. His words wouldn't just let me be.The envelope laid next to me, by the bed stand. I hadn't opened it, at least not yet. I was going to wait for Kilian to come back and let him tell me what he has to say. But a little voice within me want
Emery POVStanding for so long, my feet ached. I walked to the nearest couch and curled up on it. The macarons were still in view with his small note attached to them. I read over and over again but it made no clear meaning.I didn't know how long I stared at the note, but it was the last thing I saw before I fell into darkness while still on the couch.The next morning, I woke up to the macarons still in the position I had left them, and the maid hadn't come to pick them up. It greeted me with a good morning. A small smile grew on my face, but that could shake off the early morning suffocating air that was as infected with Killian's betrayal. My back ached from sleeping on the couch, and I hadn't slept much, not when Killian's voice haunted my dreams, not when I dreamt all that night of my end alone. Rejected. Back to the gutter. A chill ran down my spine just at the thought of my end. I had woken up that night at several intervals, drained in sweat from nightmares, and Killian wa
Emery’s POVMy hands that were just a few inches away from the door handle stopped. I stood there frozen in place, his words were like a slap to my face. I had thought it was a new beginning, that I could finally live a life that I would be able to catch up to, I thought I would welcome a new world where I finally had a full account of what happens in my life, how it started and how it ended. But before I could take three good steps into the world I believed was about to be mine, I was yanked out of it softly and brutally.And whenever the thought of his brutality crossed my mind, I would often wonder how one man was able to cause so much damage. My feet were still glued to the ground and my hand still hung in midair. The small smile that was on my face and my butterflies I had when I replayed that day's events had all died. I was an Idiot for having the thought of getting him something. ‘I have already introduced her to everyone who matter’ His last phase finally made me understa
Emery POV.I left my dressing table, to take my white robe that was placed neatly on my bed “Are you leaving me here alone?” Killian asked pouting “There is something known as bathing Killian, which is what I'm about to do,” I said“Can I join you?” “What? Hell no!! You already showered.”A few minutes later, I came out of the bathroom. I had thought he would have left, but to my surprise, Killian was on my bed making himself comfortable.He was lying on the bed when I stepped out of the bathroom, his shirt was gone. One of his arms was bent behind his head, while the other rested flat across his stomach like he had nothing to hide.I stopped just a step out of the bathroom door.He pushed himself up with his elbow. His stomach muscles tightened from his. Every line of his looked carved, solid. Like he was built to take control and never give it back.But that wasn’t what made my breath catch.It was the ink.My name. Written just over his left chest, where his heart was located. T
Emery POVThis next morning, I went straight to the dining room without the ring. It was right where I last left it. Right inside the draw just beside my bed. It hadn't moved an inch, It was just at the same spot I had last left it. Like it was waiting for me to reclaim itKillian was already at the dining table. He had his cutleries. He paused for a brief moment when he heard my footsteps. I saw his eyes move to the finger where he had placed the ring last night but it was empty. It seemed like he wanted to ask about the ring but didn't.After breakfast, Killian didn't ask about the ring, he didn't even try to put it back on my finger. Instead he acted like he didn't see it, like there was nothing wrong. But deep down I knew that he might have thought that I didn't wear the ring because of an argument from the night before. We didn't talk much that morning“We would return to the penthouse before the end of the day.” He said before he left the dinner room. I could not contain my exc
Emery’s POVI had gone to see her again, my mother. She was still placed in that same room with the same smell. There wasn't much to talk about because nothing had changed.The lights above were too bright, the walls still felt lifeless with those shades of cream. The air around felt cold, just like the kind that would make your skin sting after sitting still for too long. The room was quiet and only the steady beeping of different machines connected to her, produced a soft hum that filled the silence like background noise no one had invited. The heart monitor blinked with a soft rhythm, slow but steady.My mother lay there, exactly as I had seen her.Her skin looked thinner that I could almost see through them. Her hands were pale and fragile that when I held one in mine, it felt like I was holding a delicate glass. I was afraid that if I gripped too tight, she might break.I kept watching her chest rise and fall beneath the blanket and it wasn’t enough to ease the worry in my chest,