LOGINEmillia
"Yiu know,I'm not a fan of being blindfolded so I'd be thankful if you would remove the piece of clothing.” I waited but nothing came.Not a response not the removal of the blindfold. “I promise to keep my eyes closed.”I assure him way too courtesly considering the fact that he had just picked me up from my own room. Everyone was inside but he somehow managed to take me without drawing attention.Or so I think. "This is an unwanted behaviour and very inconsiderate.If you wanted to have a talk with me you could have knocked on the front door like everyone else does." He chuckles.”I really don't see why he wanted to see you.” “Who?I'm I getting killed or something?I mean,I'm not against it.I just want to be prepared.” "Okay,now I see." He mutters to himself. "And I don't."He doesn't answer to that so I just shifted in my seat to make myself comfortable and think of how I'd run when I get the chance to see where I'm going. I don't know how long we took before the car stopped but it was definitely long. The door opens and I'm guided out. His hand rests on my arm.”Be steady.” I scoff.”If you're not going to allow me to see where I'm going,you should at least carry me.” No response. Before I could let out a snappy comment,my feet were off the ground. I yelped and threw my arms around the person who had picked me up. “That was rather rude and-"Wait a minute. “You!”I snarled. He laughs. “I see your scent sensation is on point.” I choose not to reply. If the man whom I met at the church choose to kidnap me,it must mean he is a psychopath. I need to be smart if I want to get out of here alive. We met at the church,meaning he can't kill me.Then again,the church is full of sinners and murder is one of them. He sets me down and takes off the blindfold. The moment he stepped back,I took the opportunity to land a nice blow on his jaw. “That's for the inconvenience you have brought me.” He tilts his head to the right and narrows his eyes,watching me with amusement. I swallow,hard,and fight every fibre of my being not to step back and not to break eye contact. “If you think that you can just pick me up like that then sir,you.are.wrong.”I push my hair back and start pacing up and down the room,my eyes glancing at every corner. “I am so mad right now,I mean,how could you..” I stop and turn to him. “Gregory Desnsmore.” “Yes.Gregory just pick up a woman like that.I could sue you for kidnapping.” “Okay but that is not how you throw a punch and there is no escape route in this room.” I stop in my tracks. “I want you.”He states like that was the most appropriate thing to tell someone you are not familiar with. I face him and cross my arms“No.” “Why?” “Let's see…”I tap on my temple,pretending to think.”Oh!I got it.Im not into guys who kidnap me.” “You walked away.Why?” “I'm good at that.It's what I do.Let me show you.”I casually walk past him but he grabs my elbow and pulls me back. I end up at a dangerous proximity to him.”Look,Gregory,” I tilts my head up to meet his eyes.So brown,no,golden?Which color is that? “Yes?”He answers. “I can't want you even if I want to.” “Why?” He demands. “Why?” I chuckle.”You met me at the church,you seriously don't know why?” “You were there to confess.” “I am bound by rules that I have been bending alot lately.”I sigh.”These rules shouldn't be broken.” “Why?” I frown. Is he acting dumb or he doesn't not get what I'm talking about. I place my palms on his chest and gently push him away from me. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me even closer to him. “Don't do that,Emillia.”It did not sound like a threat but it was a stern warning. My heart was thumping hard against my chest.His presence overwhelming my whole being. “You are making it hard for me to stick by those rules…”I speak as I try to wiggle out of his embrace. “Then break them.” I shake my head. He pulls back just enough to observe my face. “Explain it to me,Emillia.Why?” “I cannot be intimate with any man,not unless I'm married to him.” “Then marry me.” His face was so serious as he said that,that I could not help but laugh. He let's go of me and I stumble backwards,dissolving into more laughter. “You think people just meet and decide to get married?” “If they want to,then yes.” My laughter dies upon seeing how serious he still was.“We can't get married.” “You are creating chains and bounding yourself to them then you claim how you can't do this and you can't do that.” He goes behind his desk and sits.”What sort of a wedding do you dream of?” He asks as he dialed his phone. “I don't know anything about you.” “Do you want my secretary to bring you a folder or do you prefer me telling you?” I blink.”No.This is not how it works.I study law,I know my rights and-” “-You dropped out of law school even before the first semester was over.” I scoff and roll my eyes. “Doesn't mean I don't know my rights.” “Lucious,I need you to hire the best planners you know and…” He was serious about marrying me. He is serious about marrying me.”No.” I ran and grab his phone. “Great.Tell him the details of all you want.” I glance at the phone that was now in my hand then back to him. “What?” “Isn't that why you picked the phone?Tell him after that…,”He slightly pulls my dress up and starts to caress my thigh.”You tell me what you want.” “I haven't even agreed to the marriage yet.” “You didn't say no,Ellena.” I lick my lips and force myself to push his hand from my skin. “You need to meet my parents.” He smirks.”Let's go then.” “Right now?” “Right now.”GregoryI didn't need to turn around to know who had just walked into the range. The heavy, uncoordinated footsteps and the obnoxious scent of expensive cologne gave him away instantly.Sebastian.My brother leaned against the doorframe, a half-empty glass of scotch in his hand despite it being barely nine in the morning. His eyes were bloodshot, his dark hair a messy fringe over his forehead, but a malicious, mocking smile was plastered across his face as he looked at Emillia holding the smoking firearm."Well, well, well," Sebastian drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. "I see they've decided to give you some of their toys. Tell me Emillia,on a scale of one to ten how well can you aim now?"Emillia didn't flinch. Instead, her posture stiffened, her eyes narrowing into slits as she turned her body toward him, the gun still held firmly in her hand. She raised the gun and aimed it directly at Sebastian."Careful, Sebastian," Lucious warned from the corner, his hand casually drif
EmilliaThe morning sun had barely managed to pierce the heavy, gray clouds when Gregory woke me. He kissed my forehead before rolling out of bed with a few words I couldn't make out.I opened my eyes,blinking several times to adjust to the light.“I hate you.”He chuckles.” I know you don't mean that.”“You could have woken me up yesterday.” I whine as the image of me turning to my side when I was beneath him replayed in my head.“You were tired.”“I fell asleep during sex!” I shriek. “During a make out session.” He corrected.I groan and roll out of bed.Gregory didn't say a word as he placed a set of dark clothes on the bed. A black long-sleeved shirt and cargo pants.“Practice?” He hums in reply. “Get ready and meet me downstairs.”When we walked down to the estate’s private underground shooting range, Lucious was already there. He was standing near a stainless-steel counter, setting down several boxes of ammunition."Morning, Emillia," Lucious said, his voice light as always.
EmilliaMy hands were shaking, my palms raw and smelling faintly of sulfur and gun oil. I had spent the last three hours in the basement with Lucious, taking apart that black pistol until my fingers moved automatically, memorizing the weight of the firing pin, the spring, the slide.I wanted control. I wanted the power to ensure that the next time someone shot at a car I was in, I wouldn't be the one waking up in a hospital bed.When I pushed open the door to our suite, the words I was about to say to Gregory died in my throat.The room was dimly lit. Gregory was leaning forward, his face dark and intense, while Francesca, the head housekeeper, was on her knees on the floor, her face wet with tears. The atmosphere in the room was so thick with tension that it had me suffocating.They both snapped their heads toward me the moment the hinges groaned and I stepped in.Francesca scrambled to her feet instantly, wiping her face with the back of her sleeve, her professional composure slamm
Gregory I left Emillia in the armory after laying out guns he had to practice assembling. I walked down the quiet, dimly lit corridor toward the estate’s private study, my mind shifting away from my wife to Francesca. The door to the study opened before I could touch the handle. Lucious stepped out, holding a thin, single sheet of paper. His green eyes were completely stripped of their usual humor. "You found it," I stated, my tone flat. "It wasn't easy," Lucious replied, handing me the paper as we walked into the privacy of the room. "Francesca’s file has been systematically scrubbed within the Densmore system. Father kept her background completely off the books. But I managed to dig up her original employment medical records and the old syndicate ledger from thirty one years ago." I scanned the document, my eyes skipping past the standard blood work until they landed on a single handwritten note at the bottom, stamped by a private syndicate doctor who had been dead for a decad
EmilliaAfter a week of me pestering my husband about my training,he finally gave in convinced I was healed enough.Gregory guided me toward a pair of heavy, iron reinforced double doors at the far end of the basement corridor. He pressed his palm against a digital scanner. A soft beep echoed, followed by the heavy, mechanical click of the locks disengaging.When the doors swung open, the scent of expensive leather was instantly replaced by the sharp, metallic tang of gun oil and cold steel. An armory.In the center of the room stood a long wooden table, entirely bare except for a…gun.“We're starting with shooting?”Gregory stepped away from me, walking around the table."If you want to live in my world, Emillia, you don't get to rely on weak punches," he said, picking up the weapon and laying his eyes unto mine with an intensity. "You need to understand how to use weapons. Every single one you can get your hand on. You need to be ready to pull the trigger without hesitation."I swa
EmilliaI was awake but I kept my eyes closed for a few moments, letting my other senses map out the room. The air smelled of sterile antiseptic, expensive leather, and a faint hint of cedarwood.Gregory’s scent."I know you're awake, darling," a deep, gravelly voice murmured from the shadows near the foot of my bed.I forced my eyelids open. The room was dimly lit, the heavy curtains drawn tight against the morning sun. Gregory sat in an armchair, his long legs crossed at the ankles. "Where were you?" I rasped, my throat dry.Gregory stood up, his massive frame instantly dominating the small space. He walked to the bedside, pouring a glass of water from a glass pitcher and holding it to my lips. I drank greedily, the cool liquid soothing the fire in my throat."I had to settle a debt," he said softly, setting the glass down. His thumb caught a stray drop of water on my chin, his touch lingering against my skin. "How is your head?""Like someone ran a printing press over it," I mutte
EmilliaAs usual I was curled up on the couch,reading a book I could not immerse myself in.My husband working on some papers across me.He looked so calm considering he just murdered someone last week.A knock came and Lucious enters.”Sir,we have a lead.”He places some papers in front of Greg.”There is
Emillia I don't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up Sebastin was starring down at me like I was his prey and he was ready to pounce and devour me. “What you are doing is rude,creepy and disturbing.”I inform him as I pushed the blanket off me. My eyes gaze to the window where light was slee
Gregory We had signed the documents and now Emillia was mine. I took her hand and led her to our room.Her hand remained in mine as I closed the door behind us. I sat and pulled her in between my legs. She stood there,her long black hair falling around her shoulders,some of the strands covering h
Emillia After convincing my husband to be that we do not need a bundle of gifts for my parents and that they were not materialistic,we were at home,sitted across my parents.My sister was by my side,busy pinching me and nudging at my arm. “Olivia,stop it.”I whisper at her. Father glared at Gregory



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