Ethan's POV
I had been calling Emma for hours and kept reaching her voicemail, and Halley's too. When I got back they would be grilled. I also wanted to know what the results of the pregnancy test. Would I be a dad or would I have to make a better effort?
I couldn't concentrate on the meeting being held in front of me; I kept thinking about Emma.
"Sir, does that mean that the demands have been met?" Linda shooed my floating thoughts away.
I raked my fingers through my hair and heaved a sigh. Linda looked at me.
"Sir, are you alright?" she asked with a small smile to show she wasn't making a scene.
"I'm fine," I answered and flipped through the proposals in front of me.
I headed back to my hotel room, after the meeting, and called Emma again but got the same results. Voicemail. I called Halley and I got her voicemail too. Where were they and what were they doing? Something was wrong. Emma wouldn't ignore my
Emma's POVI woke up tied to a chair with an excruciating pain at the back of my head. I looked around. I was inside of a small wooden house, similar to a shack. I let out a groan from the pain in the back of my head, which drew the attention of three guys who looked at me with raging eyes.One came over and stood right in front of me. He was approximately six feet, six inches tall, mid-forties with a dark chocolate complexion."What's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a dirty swamp?" he asked.The other two looked around the same age and built but had cream complexions."I was kidnapped." The words trembled through my lips."Who would want to do you any harm?" His voice was heavy like thunder."My fiancee's mother. She doesn't want me for her son."The three men broke into laughter."You poor thing.""Why am I here? Please let me go," I begged as tears came.&n
Ethan's POVI arrived home in the early hours the next morning. The plane ride took eight long hours because of a terrible weather pattern and a lot of turbulence. As I drove up to the mansion, every one of my household employees were lined up in front of the main entrance.I got out of the car with rage and anger. "Where's Emma?" I yelled, daring anyone to answer my question without knowledge.Their eyes only glanced at me.I was furious. I needed answers and all they could provide was eye contact. My eyes landed on Halley. "Halley, where's Emma?" I asked again, controlling my anger."Sir, all I know is that she was in the room and then Sharon and your mom came after her.""Where were you when they left with her?""They didn't leave with her. They had someone take her somewhere.""Where were you?!"She began to cry. "I was locked in the chambers."I pushed past everyone and headed inside and upstairs to m
Ethan's POVMy phone rang in my pocket as I sat in the helicopter. Detective Sam had gotten some news. Emma was at a local hospital north of my current location. I instructed my helicopter pilot to change course. I was relieved that she was found and at a hospital. She would get the treatment that she needed there.We landed on the hospital's roof top and moved towards the entrance. I took the elevator down and arrived at the fourth floor. A receptionist stood behind a desk flipping through papers. She gave me a pleasant smile as I approached."Hello, I'm Ethan Hollen. I'm looking for my fiancee, Emma Cole."She fixed her hair with her fingers and drew out her large chest as she smiled. Maybe she wanted to impress me, but it wasn't working. I was only attracted to one woman."Yes, Mr. Hollen. She's in recovery 0-10 on the third floor. It's only one floor down." She batted her eyelashes like a doll."Thank you," I said back before looki
Emma's POVIt'd been two weeks since I'd gotten back home and recovered, but I was reliving a nightmare. I kept envisioning Sharon and Mrs. Hollen inside the room with me whenever I tried to sleep. Their images were plastered in my head and their words still replayed.The swamp was another nightmare, too. How close I came to my death and the struggle and pain I endured trying to get out of it.Now, I was no longer pregnant with Ethan's baby, and that just did a number on me. I was traumatized, and had been since the doctors told me the news when I awoke. My body had rejected the baby due to stress and the banging my body had taken at the hands of Mrs. Hollen and Sharon in the house, and in the van on my way to the swamp. They removed the fetus from inside me immediately so it wouldn't caused an infection.I couldn't wrapped my mind around the fact that the baby wasn't inside me anymore, and I had to get through it by myself. Ethan coul
Emma's POVYou've got to be kidding me. This can't be happening. Is he cheating on me? When did this start? I asked myself as I looked at the panties disgracefully.I tapped my left foot impatiently as I waited for him to come out the shower. My arms were folded on my chest and there wasn't anymore niceness left in me."What's this?" I asked him as he came out of the shower wrapped in his towel with another one drying his hair.He gazed down to the floor where the underwear lay. "We're not having sex, Emma, so pick up your underwear," he said and moved over to his closet.My blood came to a boil and I threw a pillow after him. It bounced off of the back of his head and fell onto the floor, but a pillow couldn't inflict the pain I wanted to do to him."These aren't mine asshole! Who are you sleeping with?""That's not your business. Besides, I'm not in a mood for this, so don't push me." He put on boxer shorts and a vest.&nb
Ethan's POVI had a shitty day at the office. My company was always in the New York City big business race. Nonetheless, I always managed to stay ahead and on top of the game. I was that damn good. But for a business like mine to flourish and live on from generation to generation, I would have to expand internationally and gain other shareholders and partners. And I was informed that the deal we were hoping to land for months, which would help us to gain more shareholders globally, had been revoked. I could only get it on one condition, and that was if I had a child or was on the verge of becoming a father.I was a silver-spoon kid with a lot handed to me, but in business my grandmother assisted a lot to help me build my own empire, especially financially, and she always was great with advice. I looked up to her more than anyone else. She had given me a trust—several, in fact— but the last one, the one I needed to grow my business, came with a catch. I had to
Emma's POVI instructed the cab driver to drop me off at an apartment complex in the city. I still didn't know my way around New York and had to be wandering around like a mad woman, especially now that I was alone and now venerable to the open world. I couldn't hire security or buy camera systems like Ethan. But I was grateful he had placed ten thousand dollars in my personal savings account the day after my birthday; although I had told him not to and that I wasn't after his money, he insisted. Now, it came in handy along with the other monies I'd saved from being his maid.I arrived at a neat hotel building, about five miles away from the mansion. It was private and there were security guards on the compound."Hello, my name is Emma. I would like to rent an apartment. Are there any rooms available?" I asked a elder woman in the main office.She gazed up from her computer. "Hello, dear. Yes, we have rooms available. I'll need a proof of ID
Ethan's POVShe was gone. She just up and left. It's funny how relationships change overnight. One minute you're happy the next you're left all alone with sorrow in your soul.It was Saturday morning. I wasn't going into the office today because I'd promised my Nana I would spend the day with her at the golf course. I hadn't seen her since the birthday party and I was looking forward to some of her wisdom.After showering and getting dressed in denim jeans and a plain white T-shirt with white sneakers, I took my black SUV from the mansion's garage. It wasn't one of my favorite cars but it was a comfortable ride for my Nana and it was spacious enough for the golf clubs, picnic basket and cooler for drinks.It was sunny and bright as I drove down the street and took the first intersection to her mansion. It was much smaller than mine but it was suitable for her; she lived alone; my grandfather passed away three years ago. Her mansion had its s