Emily stood outside the door to Ethan’s pent house while she rang the doorbell twice. It was impossible to explain how she felt but a seething anger was very much at the top of the list. She was very sure of how bedraggled she looked, her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail while she still had on the clothes from the previous days, her eyes had dark circles and she was very much tired but there was one thing she understood, Ethan was indeed the enemy and Ethan was the only reason why she would never be happy.Her head raged with thoughts that felt strange to her, evil thoughts that came from the anger that festered within and she needed to let it out, whichever way possible.Soon enough, the door sprung open and she came face to face with indeed Ethan’s handsome face. He was dressed casually in sweat pants and a t shirt, his hair ruffled like he had just rolled out of bed and his eyes roaming her as he took her in.“If you’re here to ask for forgiveness, you’re a few months too lat
Immediately, Emily made her way to Hatton Tech and went straight to Jackson’s face, she barely knocked before she pushed the door open and coming face to face with Jackson and her heart stopped, almost forgetting how much impact he had on her. She saw the look of shock on his face, she didn’t think she’d be seeing him for a while, not after he had brutally ended things with her.“Emily” he called and she walked into his office, straight to his table and she slammed the pen recorder before him, ignoring the rapid pounding of her heart.Jackson looked from the recorder to her fatigued face, confusion clouded his eyes and he hoped for more words from her but Emily didn’t say a word instead she clicked play and fast forwarding the recording to the particular part she wanted him to hear.“Did you plan Jackson’s kidnap and also try to kill my baby?”“Jackson knew – ”At that point, she clicked it shut and looked into his eyes now, the pain doubling in her chest from what she perceived to be
Dear Emily,We sincerely thank you for taking the time to apply and meet with our team for the position of secretary. After careful consideration, we have decided to move forward with another candidate. We thank you for your interest in the company and we wish you the best of luck in your job search……Emily Walker quickly hit the power button on her phone in annoyance, another rejection letter, and the fifth one this week if she was keeping track. Her mind became immediately clouded with the bills she had to pay and working part-time in her grandmother’s noodle shop, also cleaning toilets at a luxury hotel wasn’t going to cut it. She hated to remind herself of how her life had gone downhill since she had to quit her last job. She felt tears sting her eyes but she was determined not to let it fall.“Emily” she heard her grandmother yell which snapped her out of her depressing thoughts, perspiration gathered at her forehead while popped back into the heat of the kitchen.“How many peopl
Ethan Hatton stepped into the world of opulence and grandeur as he approached the towering gates of his father’s magnificent mansion. The sprawling estate boasts exquisite architecture, with its elegant columns, intricate carvings, and a majestic entrance that screams wealth. He breezed into the house in slow strides as the motion sensor sliding doors gave way for him, his sleek Johnston and Murphy shoes hitting the marble floors in rhythmic motions. He didn’t necessarily live here but going back to his penthouse was a bit of a hassle for him especially when everywhere in his house smelled like her, reminded him of her.Stepping into the foyer, he approached the sweeping staircase, adorned with a lavish chandelier that cast a warm, golden glow around the house. Each room was a masterpiece, from the luxurious ballroom with its sparkling crystal chandeliers to the cozy library lined with shelves upon shelves of leather-bound books that he never once bothered to read. Still, Ethan wasn’t
A week had passed already and Emily had found herself shuffling odd jobs and crying herself to sleep in her tiny apartment, sleep-deprived and eating noodles out of a cup. She spent most of her nights when she wasn’t working, scrolling through her mother’s Instagram and Facebook, hovering over the message icon. She needed closure, an explanation on why she left, abandoned her without even a flick of her hair. She never married again, never had any other children and she wondered if she ever thought of her at all, ever missed her, or even ever thought to call her.Emily felt distraught, the cold hands of loneliness pressing against her neck each night she had to close her eyes to sleep and wake up the next morning with the same feeling nagging at the pit of her stomach.It was even harder to get decent jobs because she never completed high school, talk more of gracing the four walls of a community college. The most decent job she had gotten was waitressing at a little restaurant becaus
“Ethan, over here!”“Ethan, is it true your Anita Brown rejected your proposal?”“Ethan, what do you have to say about your father cutting you out of the will”“Ethan…..”The million blinking white lights from the paparazzi felt blinding to Ethan as they all flicked their cameras in his face, whilst throwing absurd questions his way. Even his Dior sunglasses did little to shield the annoyance in his eyes as he stood still on the red carpet for the pictures. It wasn’t an exercise he fancied, red carpet and all the glitz and glamour that accompanied it but he was on the final streak with his father so if posing on a dusty red carpet with flashing white lights aimed at blinding him was going to get him back on the good graces, then so be it. He glanced over at Jackson who stood at the other end in his sleek black Calvin Klein suit and Christian Louboutin shoes, hands buried deep in his pockets with a sly smirk etched on his face, it was hard to deny the charisma and how much he enjoyed t
He looked strangely familiar, the weird guy who stood in a fancy suit blankly staring at her. He stared at her like he knew who she was and it baffled her because who would know a nobody like her, she didn’t think she was that pretty or sophisticated for someone to take notice of her, and enough to stare. Sure, she had a perfect oval face and a sharp jawline that could slice through glass, her eyes; delicate but sharp holding a captivating gaze. She couldn’t get his image out of his head throughout the time she rode the bus with Cheryl on their way to get the dresses for the masked party. He was tall and would hover over her if she stood close enough. She couldn’t get the look on his face when their eyes met out of her head, a mix of embarrassment with a hint of confidence and superiority. His piercing eyes held a magnetic charm that seemed to draw her in with their intensity, she wondered if she could allow herself to be drawn to. His face was chiseled to perfection like he was sculp
It was way past twelve am when Emily walked in hand in hand with Cheryl, the previously well illuminated ballroom with bright dancing chandeliers had now been replaced with disco lights and dancing strobe lights, giving the aura of a night club.The large ballroom was now packed with dancing people, dressed intricately in flowing dresses and complicated mask hovering over their eyes, masking their identity, flaws and carefully hidden imperfections. It was a fun sight to behold. The air buzzed with an electric energy as the party guest donned their exquisite mask, their identities hidden behind a veil of mystery. The room was instantly alive with a symphony of laughter, whispers and the gentle rustle of elegant attires. For Emily, the atmosphere felt thick with emotions, as if all the secrets and desires were swirling around like invisible threads. There was a soft glow of candle lights dancing on the wall, casting enchanting shadows that playfully teased the senses. With every step