Chapter 8

The sun was up when Emelia heard a low pounding on the door, she jumped to her feet carefully taking out the parcel that had been delivered the night before and pouring its contents on the bed.

She takes a final look before deciding on opening the door. Just as her hands were about to turn the doorknob, could hands drag her from the door pushing her hard back against the wall. Emelia winces in pain.

“What is it with you brothers slamming me so hard on the wall?'' she frowned but the man before her wasn't paying attention to her complaints. His cold lips settled on her nap sensually sulking onto her skin.

“Hey.. we agreed about nooo… ahh'' Emelia moaned, trying hard to push the man away but he was too big and powerful for her.

For some reason, her body was reacting differently from her mind. She was screaming to push him away but her mind was the only path for her with logical reasoning.

His hands are carefully wrapped around his neck pulling him even closer. Her lips slightly pattern, eager waiting for more as her body anticipated his hands all over path crooks.

“Done” he suddenly pulled away roughing her hair, Emelia took a few minutes to understand what just happened.

“Can you at least give me a heads up before you do such” She frowns trying to cover the red spot on her neck but he grabs hold of the veil.

“It will be mine eventually… Why the need for public display?” Emelia could not reply, not when her body was feeling a thousand and 1 reasons to stay close to the man before her, yet her mind was screaming to stay away.

He was saying another but his hand still had hold of the veil. Emilia tries reaching out for it but the knocking grows increasingly disturbing.

“‘Take care of this'' was all he said before disappearing into the bathroom. Emelia tried to fix herself up as much as she could before opening up. The servants were quick to get in and a new sheet was replaced.

She stood by the side watching them go about their duties and in no time they were gone. She walked over to the door taking hold of the nob but then she felt something.

“I see you gave it to him” an arrogant voice resounded through the hall. Emelia did not like the owner of the voice, even in her sleep she would recognize who it belonged to.

“Why are you here?” she asked folding her hands over her dress making sure the mark on her neck displays itself properly.

“Aren't you a slut? How can you be fated to another and marry his brother?" Emilia was not in for so much in just one day.

“Clair, did you come to lecture me or are you jealous I got to marry the man of my dreams?” “Man of your dreams?” Clair Anderson sneers.

“Last I knew you were running all over this pack with Mark's. He is your father's mate and you have been obsessed about him for years… so since when did Fredrick Camfrey become the man of your dreams”...

“Since he bent me over his desk and fucked me like a real man” Emelia did not want to stand and argue with Clair but since she came all the way looking for it, she was more than obliged to be her fairy godmother and grant her the wish she so much begged for.

She could see the discomfort in Clair's eyes. They both know Mark is not a keeper, at least she has gotten the chance to escape but Emilia cannot say the same about her mate's first love.

“Clair, as you said, his stigma is indeed great, but who wants a man in bed when they can get a beast?”

“you're despicable,” Clair yelled, hovering her hands over her ears. She had come all the way accompanying Luna and a few to get the sheets and see the miserable state of Emelia and not to have her rope how perfect her new marriage and sex life is unfolding.

“What's the problem ms Anderson? I thought you wanted to know all about how good Fredrick Camfrey is in bed and that's just what I said. .. and for the record, we are just getting started” Emelia watched the retreating figure storm her way out.

“Now I see why Mark does love you and will never” Emelia held on to the door, Clairs retreating words replaying in her head.

“Indeed, he may never love me but I certainly will never love him again” she sneers. Mark was not only a past she was willing to forget but having his mistress in her face at all times was enough to prove she made the right decision. She quickly runs over to the balcony just in time to see Clair get into the car.

Their eye-digging stars on her body were too much to handle. She knew not all were happy with her, but at this point, she cared less.

She wanted nothing but to be happy. Watching the cars drive away from the big mansion, she sighs heading back into the room and picking what was left of hers before dashing away into the next room.

“Finally, all alone” she sighs, letting her back fall on the soft mattress. Clair had not been alone, Luna had made her way into the dark mansion but just like the rumor said, she didn't grace the presence of her son nor did she come up to check on him.

Emelia did not find it surprising, everyone knew she had a favorite and Fredrick Camfrey has always been an outcast in his family.

She felt bad for him, but now they were on the same boat, the nasty stares a while ago were enough evidence to conclude, that she just made her way into the unfavoured side of the family. Emelia shut her eyes tight, inhaling as much air as she could.

“This is happening,” she murmurs. It is about time I show them I was the best he will ever have.”