Emelia could not tell how it happened, but all of a sudden everyone's eye was on her, the sudden cold breeze blowing through her felt like part of her was gone. “Hey,” a hushed masculine voice calls out to her. Emelia gradually carries her head up staring into the blue eyes she was willing to drown from the shame. “It's okay,” he whispers, gently patting her back. For a while, she leaned into him not daring to look at the damage behind her but a scream came from the floor. “How dare you… who dare you push me to the floor Emilia... How wicked can you be?” Claire's crying voice grew noisily. Emelia swiftly turns and there she is on the floor half her dress lying a few feet away from her as she tries hard to cover herself with the little piece of fabric left on her.“It wasn't me... Why will I do something like this' ' Emelia voices out but her denial is only submerged by the noisy wheeling of Clair attracting the attention of everyone including the Alpha and Luna as they hurry to he
A pale figure lay on the floor too weak to move nor make a sound, cobwebs displaying art of untidiness among the thick layer of dust on every piece of furniture indicating how neglected she has been left to the hands of death. Emelia looks up at the shimmering moon navigating through the dancing curtains swaying to the rhythm of the night breeze. It was dark a time every creature within the deep dark forest revisited the bosom of their homes to rest their weary bone yet there was no sign of sleep, her body was on fire making her moan time and again from the shredding pain of the poison fed to her by her husband and his first love. Beauty was not a standard she did not meet. Sweet soft lips, smooth skin as soft as a baby’s butt, slender hands, and legs fit for nothing but a model of high demand. With everything, why didn't he want her?So much was to be said, yet her lips burned from the wounds caused by the acidic substance fed to her. “Why isn't she dead yet?” her husband's desp
Emelia opened her eyes, and the white roses beautifully spread around the water fountain caught her attention, she smiled unknowingly. White roses were her favorites. She turns around and every eye is on her, from the back of her head, she can feel the piercing gaze of everyone. She tried moving her legs and with no effort, it reacted, “no pain…” She thought. This was not the scene she had been expecting to see. The last of her memory was her dying a painful death and here she is with everyone staring at her like she is some expensive artifact laid out for display. She raised her pale fingers with nails painted blushed pink to her face, her tears felt too real for all this to be some dream, Emelia held the the hem of her dress pinching herself so hard, that she folded her lips not daring to let the screams bottled up within. Only then did she realize she had been reborn. The venue did not only look familiar but it was the day she wished to overturn the outcome more than anything
Entering the Alpha’s office and carefully closing the door behind her, Emelia took glances around the room. suddenly feeling suffocated and jumped up, it has always been a big office. She was familiar with its intriguing paintings and decor having visited it on countless occasions with her late parents, but today had its specialties.“Sit child” Alpha Camfrey urged her. Unlike Luna who had a specialty towards her two children, the alpha caredless. He was more interested in who would be his heir and so far Mark is the only befitting one fitting him into his standards of the next Alpha. Emelia pulled out a chair for herself with shaking hands. Her legs shaking tremendously from the tension scattered all over the room. “If she doesn't want the wedding, call it off… I dont have all day” a cold voice echoed all through the walls only increasing the nervousness within her. Emelia turned to a dark corner of the room, he was dressed in all black with very little light illuminating the da
The room felt so silent the sound of falling leaves could be heard. Emelia had her eyes on the floor, she dared not look in the face of everyone most especially Fredrick Camfrey. Silence wept through for another five minutes before a word was said. “ It is settled then '' Alpha Camfrey announced, dusting his hands cheerfully. Emilia sighs in relief. She breathed as much air as her mouth could carry for her lungs. Mark turned and everyone had a satisfied look on, he was the only one enraged by the decision. “ How can it be over?” he demanded. Losing his fated mate did not bug him as much as knowing his brother got her. Fredrick marrying Emelia will be nothing less than a hot slap in his face. “I can't have my mate marry my brother, '' Mark announced but the word brother sounded rather strange rolling out of his mouth. He was not the only one who felt its strangeness but the red-eyed demon seated felt it too. “Emelia just can't marry Fred,'' Mark concluded. Luna comfrey patted her
7 days down and everything feels like a touch of illusions cooked up in Emelia’s head. Emelia has not had a moment of peaceful sleep. Her thoughts constantly drifted away into the unknown abyss of uncertainty. Staring down at the snow-white wedding dress soon to be worn, she sighs regretfully. Her wedding has been all her parents talked of as she came of age. The alliance they all wished and prayed for. There was nothing they did or said that did not have to do with her marrying their best friend's son. Her wedding had been all her parents long anticipated. The wedding dress had not only been exclusively customized with everything hand-designed but 3 years was enough time to have them pay for the dream wedding for their princess before the unfortunate hands of death snatched them away from her. She had thought he was the one, she had carefully chosen every design with her mother, handpicking the day's color and flowers. She went for dessert and cake tasting and here she was marryi
The wedding was like a glimpse and just before she could blink it was all over, Emelia stared out of the window watching the night light spread across the city beautifully. She smiles watching the folks go about their duties with smiles and cheerful behaviors. Deep down Emelia wanted such a life, she wanted to feel real happiness again and live for herself.Her eyes squint holding back her tears as they threaten to fall. The car takes a new turn making her aware of the change of directions. She snaps out of her thoughts taking her head away from the window turning her attention to the man before her. A sly smile plays on Fredrick’s lips watching the pudzle look of the woman before him. To say he had not been expecting her to react would be a lie.“We are married” he stated the fact not taking his eyes away from the front. He was too tired, but not exhausted enough. Emelia raised a questioning brow. “I know we are married, but why the change of direction, this is certainly not the way
“Going somewhere?” a cold voice whispered, sending shivers down her spine. Emelia quickly pushed herself off him but the feeling of her hands against his hand's chest did not digest down her throat. “Why are you naked and in my room?” she half yells but the man before her pays no attention to her fright and screams. He walks away so casually heading for the second door. Emelia did not stop to rethink her decision before bashing in, and he stood all naked and folly unclad before her.“Sweet goddess' ' she cursed, turning away almost immediately. “Why don't you wear clothes around the house?” she laments her cheeks heating up. “Says the lady who handpicked me for a groom” his cold whispers were rather driving him crazy than she had anticipated. Emelia did not know how long it took but dashing out the dressing room was indeed the right choice. She walks over to the balcony, letting the fresh night breeze blow through her jumbled-up thoughts.This was a night she had long prepared for, she